Chapter 192 Chapter 192

The meat was still frozen and tender and blood red, so we turned our back teeth and bit the meat off the bone.A crow flew down and stopped on the nearby snow, jumping, jumping, and raising its head.We pounced on it to exercise, only to have it fly away.This meat is all ours, and we eat it day and night. come here please.come here please.Come quickly, come now.Come back to us, we need you, come here, come here. He didn't leave.We closed our ears as if we hadn't heard, but we still heard him say come here, come here, come here.His muttering took away the pleasure of eating our meat.enough.We've had enough for now, we're just going to walk over and tell him to shut up.

That's fine, that's fine.Come to me, come to me. We were jogging through the darkness when a rabbit suddenly jumped up and hopped away in the snow.What about us?No, I'm full.Keep jogging.Cross a long and narrow human road under the night sky, quickly cross and disappear on the road, and continue to walk quickly through the woods along the road. Come to me, come here.Nighteyes, changers, I am calling you, come to me. We came to the end of the forest, and there was a bare cliff below, and behind it was an empty flat, too open to the night sky, so bare.There are no footprints on the snow, but there are human beings under the cliff, two people in total.Heart of the Pack was digging in the snow as another watched him.Heart of the Pack dug quickly and vigorously, his breath turning into wisps of white smoke in the night, while the other held a lamp, the bright light was too dazzling.Then Heart of the Pack stopped digging and looked up at us.

Come here, he said.come over. He jumped into the hole he had just dug, patches of frozen black dirt on top of pure, transparent snow.He jumped into the hole with a thud like a pair of antlers hitting a tree, and there was a tearing sound as soon as he crouched down.He banged and pulled hard with a tool, and we sat and watched him, wrapping our tails around our front legs to keep warm.What does this have to do with us?We are full, now we can go to sleep.I saw him suddenly look up at us through the night. Wait, wait, wait. He yelled at another man, who took a lamp and lit the hole.Heart of the Pack bent down, and another reached out to help him.Together they pulled something out of the hole, and the smell made our neck hairs stand on end.We turned and jumped up and ran away, circling in circles but unable to leave.There was a fear, a danger, a painful threat of loneliness, of the end.

Come here, come down here we are, come down.We need you, the time is up. It's not time, time is always everywhere.You may need us, but we don't necessarily want to be needed.We have meat and warm places to sleep, and even more meat later.We have a full stomach and a warm nest, what more do we need?However, we will come closer and sniff to see what it is that threatens and lures us.So, with our bellies on the snow and our tails lowered, we just slipped down the hill. Heart of the Pack sat on the snow and hugged the thing, waved the other man away, and the man backed away, backed up, backed up and picked up his blinding lamp.Come closer.The hills are now behind us, but this place is bare and unprotected. If you are threatened and want to run back and hide, you have to run.But, nothing moves, just Heart of the Pack and what he's holding, which smells like old blood.He shakes it like he's tearing at a piece of meat, then rubs it, moving his hands like a bitch nibbling fleas from a puppy.We knew the smell, so we got closer and closer until there was only one jump left.

what do you want?we asked him. return. We're coming over now. Come back here, changer.He is very persistent.Come back here.He raised an arm and held a hand to show us the head hanging on the man's neck, then turned the head to show us his face, but we didn't know who it was. Go back to that? this.This is yours, the changer. He smells so bad.It's a piece of carrion, we don't want it, there's better meat by the pond than that. Come here, come a little closer. That's not a good idea, and we won't get any closer.He looked at us, attracted us with his eyes, and approached us with the thing, which fell in his arms.

it's okay no problem.This is yours, the changer.Come closer. We glared at him, but he didn't look away.We were shaking from our tails to our stomachs and wanted to leave too, but he was so tough, I saw him lift the thing up and put his hands on our heads, and grab us by the scruff of the neck to stop us . Come back, you must come back.He is so persistent. We crouched down, paws in the snow, then arched our backs and tried to get away and took a hard step back, but he still grabbed us by the scruff of the neck, so we turned around and ran away. Let him go, Nighteyes, he's not yours.His tone was a little gritted, and he stared at us fiercely.

He is not yours either.Nighteyes said. So, who am I? Shake for a moment.The two worlds check and balance each other, they are two realities, and they are also two bodies.Later, a wolf turned around and ran away, tucking its tail and escaping alone across the snow, away from the too many strangers.It stopped on the top of a hill and raised its nose and howled to the sky, howling at the injustice of it all. I have no memory of my frozen tomb, only a dream.My whole body was tragically cold and stiff, and it smelled like burnt brandy, not just in my mouth but all over my body.Burrich and Chade didn't leave me, didn't care how much they hurt me, just kept rubbing my hands and feet, and didn't care about the old wounds and the scabs on my arms.Every time I closed my eyes, Burrich would grab me and shake me like a rag. "Stay with me, Fitz," he kept saying. "Stay by my side, stay by my side. Come on, boy, you're not dead, you're not dead." Then, suddenly, he hugged me tightly, his beard brushing my face, tears dripping down my face Landed on my face, then sat on the snow, rocking me back and forth on the edge of my grave. "You're not dead, boy, you're not dead."

It was something Burrich had heard, a story his grandmother had told him.A story about a man with Wisdom coming out of his body and returning to his body in about a day or so.Then Burrich told the story to Chade so that Chade could concoct the poison that would kill me.They say I'm not dead, my body just cools down to appear dead. I don't believe that. So, I came back to life in a human body, although it took me a while to remember that I was human, and sometimes I still doubt it. I didn't re-live my life.My days as a Fitzrider are a thing of the past, and only Burrich and Chade in this world know that I'm not dead, and of those who remember me, few still smile at my memory.Regal killed me in every possible way in a human way. If I appeared in front of the people who love me and let my flesh and blood stand in front of them, it would be tantamount to proving to them that I have the magic to make myself fall.

A day or two after the last beating, I died in my cell.The dukes were furious over my death, but Regal had enough proof and witnesses of my Wisdom to save face against them.I believe his bodyguards spared themselves the flogging by testifying that I attacked Will with Wit, which is why Will lay sick in bed so long.They also said that I had to be beaten to break my wits that had seized him.Not only did the dukes reject me in the presence of so many witnesses, but they also saw Regal enthroned, and saw him appoint Ser Bright as Warden of Buck and all the coastal duchies.Patience begged not to burn my body, but to bury it whole, and Mrs. Xianya spoke for me despite her husband's dislike.Only these two stood up for me in front of Regal, but I don't think he gave up on me because of them, but my early death ruined his hanging and burning my body in front of the public.Regal loses all interest in the complete failure of his revenge plan.Then he left Buckkeep and headed inland to Commerce Bank.And Patience claimed my body and buried it.

Burrich woke me up to live the life I was living, a life that meant nothing to me.Only my king remains.The six principalities will also fall apart in the next few months, robbers can take over our good harbors at will, and our people will be displaced or enslaved when the Outer Islands come.The smelting flourished, but like my prince Verity, I left it all and went inland.However, he went to be king, and I followed my queen to find him.Then came the hard days. Yet even now, whenever I'm in so much pain and can't find any herbs that can stop the deep pain, when I feel like my body is trapping my spirit, I think of that time as a wolf and understand that It's a short career.Their memory is a consolation and a temptation.Come and hunt with me, the invitation whispers in my heart.Get rid of the pain and let you have your own life again.There is a place where time is only in the present, and the choices are simple and always yours.

Wolves have no king.