Chapter 10 second quarter

Gao Ze Shang The Isle of Kaime is located northwest of Havnor and southwest of the Enlad Islands, separated by the Parn Sea.Although Kaimei Island is one of the big islands of the Earth Sea Islands Kingdom, there are not many stories.Enlad has a glorious history, Havnor is rich, Parn is notorious, and Kaimay has only cattle, sheep, forests, small towns, and a silent volcano that covers the entire island called Ann. danden. To the south of Mount Andan is the land formed by the ash piled up to a depth of hundreds of feet during the last volcanic eruption.The Jiangbo River cuts across the towering plain and flows towards the sea. Along the way, it gathers ponds, spreads out and roams, turning the whole plain into a swamp and turning it into a vast and desolate water town with a vast sky, few trees, some residents.The soil is densely mixed with ash, which breeds fertile and green grasslands. Local residents use this to raise cattle and fatten up cattle for the densely populated coastal cities in the south.

Andanten, like other mountains, determines the weather and gathers clouds around it.Above Gaoze, summers are short and winters long. In the dark morning of a certain winter day, a traveler stood at the intersection of the wind howling trails. The two roads were just trails stepped by the cattle among the reeds, which were not very reliable.A guide for the traveler looking for the next way. When walking down the last section of the mountain road before, the traveler saw scattered people scattered in the swamp, and there was a village not far away.He thought he was heading towards the village, but unknowingly turned in the wrong direction.Tall reeds grew densely on both sides of the path, and even if there was a light somewhere, he couldn't see it.The stream of water chuckled softly not far from his feet.He had lost his shoes on his previous detour around the harsh black lava track around Andan Mountaineering.Both heels were worn out, and my feet were sore from the cold damp of the swampy path.

It was quickly darkening.A mist rose from the south, obscuring the sky except for the bright stars above the great dark mountain.The wind rustled through the reeds, soft and sad. The traveler stood at the intersection, answering the reed's whistle. Something moved down the path, a huge shadow in the darkness. "Are you there, dear?" said the Traveler, speaking the Old Tongue, the Tongue of Creation. "Come on then, Ulla." The heifer took a step or two toward him, toward its real name, and he stepped forward to greet him.He recognized the huge head by touch, stroked the silky hollow between the eyes, and scratched the forehead at the base of the new horn. "It's beautiful, you're beautiful." He said, inhaling its grassy scent, leaning towards the huge warmth. "Will you lead me, Ulla dear? Will you lead me where I am going?"

He was lucky to have farm heifers instead of grazing cattle that would only lead him deeper into the swamp.His Ulla loved jumping fences, but after wandering around for a while, she became attached to the cowshed, and to her mother who still let her occasionally sneak a sip or two of her milk.Now, it is willing to lead travelers home.Ulla walked slowly and resolutely up a path, and he followed.When the road was wide enough, he put one hand on the cow's hindquarters; as she waded into the knee-high river, he held her by the tail.Wobbling from side to side, Ulla climbed up the low muddy bank, slapped her tail, and waited for him to climb more awkwardly up the bank behind her.It moves on lukewarmly.He clung to Ulla's side, shivering from the freezing cold of the river.

"Moo," said the guide softly.Not far in front of him on the left, he saw a dim square light. "Thank you," he said, opening the fence for the heifer.It came up to his mother, and he staggered across the dark front yard to the door. It must be Ari at the door. I really don't know why he knocked on the door."Come in, you fool!" she called, and he knocked again.She put down the clothes she was mending and walked to the door. "Are you drunk?" she said, and then saw someone coming. She first thought of kings, nobles, and Maharian in the ballads, tall, straight, and handsome; the next moment she thought of beggars, lost people, dressed in dirty clothes, and surrounded themselves with trembling arms.

"I'm lost. Have I come to the village?" His voice was hoarse and rough, the voice of a beggar, but not the accent of a beggar. "There's still half a mile to go." Ah Ci replied. "Is there a hostel there?" "Then you have to go to Oraby Town, about ten to twelve miles to the south." She only thought for a moment, "If you need a room for the night, I have a spare room. If you want to go into the village, Ah San may have one .” "I'd like to stay here overnight if I can," he said in noble grammar and chattering teeth, holding the doorknob tight.

"Take off your shoes, they're soaking wet. Come in," she said, stepping aside, "to the fire." Let him sit on Broom's high-backed bench by the fire. "Pick the firewood. Would you like some soup? It's still hot." "Well, thank you, ma'am," he murmured, squatting by the fire.She brought a bowl of broth, and he swallowed it hungrily and cautiously, as if he hadn't been used to hot soup for a long time. "You came over the hill?" He nodded. "Why bother?" "Come here," he said, shaking less.Bare feet were unbearable, bruised and swollen.She wanted to make him stretch his feet by the fire to keep warm, but she didn't want to take the liberty.Whoever he is, he never becomes a beggar by choice.

"Except for people like hawkers, not many people come to Gaoze," she said, "and not in winter." After he finished the soup, she took the bowl, sat down on her seat, the small bench next to the oil lamp on the right side of the stove, and continued to mend clothes. "Warm yourself up first, and then I'll take you to the bedside. There is no fire in that room." She said, "Did you encounter bad weather on the mountain? I heard it snowed." "A little bit of snow," he said.In the light of the oil lamp and fire, she was able to examine him carefully.He is not young, thin, not as tall as she thought at first.His face was very handsome, but there was something wrong, something went wrong.He looked bruised, she thought, a bruised man.

"Why did you come to the swamp?" she asked.She had a right to ask because she had taken him in, but it made her uneasy to ask. “I was told that the cattle here have rinderpest.” Now he is no longer stiff from the cold, and his voice is beautiful.He speaks like a storyteller playing heroes and dragon lords, maybe he's a storyteller or a chant?But no, he said rinderpest. "there is." "I might be able to help the livestock." "Are you a therapist?" He nodded. "That's more welcome. This rinderpest is really terrible, and it's getting worse."

He said nothing.She could see warmth seeping through him, stretching him. "Put your feet by the fire," she said abruptly. "I have my husband's old shoes." She was a little embarrassed at first, but once she said it, she felt liberated.What on earth is she still keeping Ah Broom's shoes?It was too small for Ari, but too big for him.She gave away his clothes, but kept his shoes, and she didn't understand why.Looks like it's for this guy.As long as you have a little patience, you can wait after all, she thought. "I'll bring you the shoes. Your shoes are ruined."

He glanced at her, the dark eyes were big and deep, as dark and incomprehensible as the eyes of a horse. "He died," she said, "for two years. Swamp fever. You have to watch out for that disease here. The water. I live with my brother, who's in the village tavern. We have a cheese shop and I make cheese. Our herd is fine." She made a gesture of relief. "I locked them up. There's a lot of rinderpest up there in the hills. Maybe the cold will stop the plague." "More likely to kill infected livestock," the man said.He sounded a little sleepy. "My name is Ah Ci, and my brother's name is A Rui." "Agou." After a moment's pause, he named himself. She thought it was a pseudonym he had chosen and it didn't suit him.Everything about him couldn't be pieced together, it wasn't complete.She had no doubts about him.Being comfortable with him, he had no intention of hurting her.She thought there was kindness in the way he talked about animals.He must know how to take care of them, she thought.He himself was like an animal, a silent, wounded animal, in need of protection but unable to beg. "Come on," she said, "before you fall asleep here." He followed her obediently to Ari's room, which was not much larger than a cupboard in the corner of the house.Her room was behind the chimney.Arie would come in drunk in a moment, and she would make him a couch in the corner of the chimney.Give the traveler a good bed tonight, and maybe he'll leave her a penny or two when he sets off.In recent days, her family has been in short supply of coppers. As usual, he woke up in the room of the big house.He didn't understand why the roof was low, why the air smelled fresh but sour, why the cows were shouting outside.He must lie still, return to this "elsewhere," "someone else" who, although he had spoken his common name to a heifer or a woman last night, he could not recall.He knows his real name, but it's useless here, wherever it is.Actually it doesn't work anywhere.Black roads, steep slopes, and vast green fields unfolded in front of him, with rivers criss-crossing and glistening in the green fields.A cold wind blows, the reeds whistle, the heifer leads him across the river, and Emer opens the gate.As soon as he saw her, he knew her real name, but he had to use another name.He must not be able to call her by her real name, but must remember what he said to her.Although he is Ilios, he must not be Ilios.Maybe he'll be someone else after all.No, that's wrong, he has to be this person, this person has sore legs and feet.But it was a good bed, a feather bed, and it was warm, and he didn't have to get out of it yet.He dozed for a moment, drifting away from Irioth. When he finally got up, he wondered how old he was, looked at his hands and arms to see if he was seventy.He still looks like forty, although he feels like he's seventy and moves like that, which makes him flinch a little.His clothes were soiled from days of travel, but he wore them anyway.Under the chair was a pair of shoes, old but durable, and a matching pair of hand-knitted woolen socks.He put socks on his battered feet and limped into the kitchen.Emer stood in front of the large sink, squeezing something heavy wrapped in cloth. "Thank you for these, and the shoes," he said, thanking her for the gift, remembering her nickname, but saying only: "Ma'am." "You're welcome," she said, lifting the unknown object into a large clay bowl, drying her hands on her apron.He knows nothing about women.From the age of ten, he lived without women.Long ago he'd been afraid of them, the women who had yelled at him to get out of his way in another big kitchen.But since he'd started traveling in Earthsea, he'd met some women and found them easygoing, animal-like, and not paying much attention to him unless frightened.He tried not to frighten them.He had no intention and no reason to scare them.They are not men. "Would you like some fresh curds? It's good for breakfast." She looked at him, but she didn't meet his eyes for a moment.She looked at him like an animal, like a cat, without provocation.There was a cat, big and gray, lying on all fours by the hearth, gazing into the coals.Ilios took the bowl and spoon from her and sat on the high-backed bench.The cat jumped beside him, purring. "You see," said the woman, "it's not very kind to most people." "It's because of the curd." "Maybe it recognizes the healer." There are women and cats here, very peaceful.He came to a nice house. "It's cold outside," she said. "There's ice floe in the drinking trough this morning. Are you going on your way today?" There was a pause.He forgot to answer in words. "I would like to stay if I could," he said. "I would like to stay here." He saw her smile, but she also hesitated for a long while.She said: "Of course you are welcome, sir, but I have to ask, can you pay some money?" "Oh, yes." He said, a little confused, and got up and walked back to the bedroom to get the purse.He brought a coin, a small Yinglad gold coin. "Just pay for the food and firewood, you know. Peat is so expensive now, you know," she went on, and then saw what he had in his hand. "Oh, sir," she said, and he knew he had made a mistake. "No one in the village can exchange this," she said, looking up at him for a moment. "The entire village can't be exchanged!" she said, laughing.That should be fine, but the word "change" kept echoing in my mind. "The money hasn't been changed," he said, but he knew she didn't mean it. "I'm sorry. If I live for a month, if I live all winter, can it be used? There should always be somewhere to live while I treat my livestock." "Put it away," she said, laughing again, waving her hands wildly. "If you can heal the cow, the rancher will pay you, and you'll be able to pay me when the time comes. You can take that as a guarantee, But pack it up, sir! I'm dizzy looking at it...Ari!" she called, and a hunched man with shriveled skin came in with a gust of cold wind. "When this gentleman healed the cattle , will live with us. May he work well! He gave us a bond. So you sleep in the corner of the chimney, and he sleeps in the room. Sir, this is my brother Arry." Ari nodded sharply and muttered a few words.His eyes glazed over.To Ilios, the man seemed poisoned.Ari went out again, and the woman approached, with a firm tone, and said in a low voice: "Aside from his love of drinking, there is nothing wrong with him. But apart from his love of drinking, he doesn't have much brains left. The wine has ruined most of his head, and he doesn't know what to do." Eats up most of our fortune. So, you know, sir, if you don't mind, hide the money where he can't see it. He won't look for it, but if he sees it, he'll take it, and he often doesn't know What are you doing, do you understand?" "Understood," said Irioth, "I understand. You are a good woman." She was talking about him, about what he didn't know what he was doing, and she was forgiving him. "My dear sister," he said.These words were so new to him that he had never said or thought them, and he thought he was speaking the unutterable truth.But she just shrugged, with a helpless smile. "I've been able to shake his stupid head off a couple of times," she said, and got back to work. He didn't know how tired he was until he came to this shelter.He spent the whole day napping with the gray cat in front of the fire, while Ah Ci hurried in and out, and invited him to eat several times—it was all poor and rough food, but he ate it all slowly and cherishingly.That night, when her younger brother went out, she sighed and said, "He's taking advantage of us having tenants, and he's going to put a lot of money on credit at the hotel. It's not your fault." "Yes," said Ilios, "my fault." But she forgave.The gray cat was dreaming against his lap, and the dreams came into his head, in the low fields where he talked to the animals, those dark places.There's cat jumping, milk, and deep, soft excitement.There are no mistakes, only great innocence.No words needed.They won't find him here, he's not here, he doesn't have to give any real name.There was no one but her, the dreaming cat, and the flickering fire.He walked on dark roads, and climbed over dead mountains, but here the river flows slowly among the pastures. He was crazy, and she didn't know what lost her soul to let him stay, but she was neither afraid of him nor doubted him.So what if he's crazy?He's gentle, and he might have been wise before his accident.He wasn't that crazy either, only partially, temporarily.Nothing about him is complete, not even the crazy part.He couldn't remember the name he had told her, and asked the villagers to call him "Outtaker".He probably couldn't remember her name either, because he always called her Mrs. - but that was probably out of politeness.She also called him "Sir" politely, and "Agou" or "Outtaker" didn't seem like suitable names for him.She had heard it said that the otucks were small creatures with sharp teeth and no voice, but there were no such creatures on Goze. She also thought that maybe he said that he wanted to come here to treat the cow's disease because of his madness.He didn't look like other healers, who came with animal remedies, spells, and creams, but after a day or two of rest, he asked who the ranchers were in the village, and then set off, stepping on a broom Old shoes, turning on my still sore feet.Seeing this scene, her heart ached. When he returned in the evening, his footsteps were even more weary, so Ah San naturally took him all the way to Nagano, where most of Ah San's beef cattle were.Only Aryan kept horses for his cowboys to ride.She gave the lodger a basin of hot water and clean towels to tend to his poor feet, and then thought of asking him if he wanted a bath.He did.They boiled water and filled the old tub, and she went in to let him bathe in front of the fire.When she came out, it was all cleaned up and the towels were hanging by the fire.She had never known a man who could take care of things like this, and who would have expected a rich man to do this?Is there no servant where he stays?He's less trouble than a cat.He does his own laundry, even the sheets.Before she noticed what he was doing, he had already washed and dried everything on a sunny day. "Sir, you don't have to do that, I'll wash your laundry with mine," she said. "No need," he said in that dazed way, as if he didn't quite understand what she meant, but went on, "You work very hard." "Who doesn't work hard? I like making cheese. It's fun. And I'm strong. I'm only worried that I won't be able to lift the bucket and the mold when I get old." She showed him her round and strong arms, clenched her fists and smiled Said: "Fifty years old, not bad!" It's a bit stupid to show off like this, but she is proud of her strong arms, experience and skills. "Work with the trend." He said solemnly. He has a knack for her cattle.When he was home and she needed help, he replaced Ari.She smiled and told her friend Ah Huang that he was better at dealing with these cows than Ah Broom's old dog. "He talked to the cows, and I swear the cows really thought about what he said, and the heifer was still following him around like a puppy." No matter how he treated the cattle in the mountains, the ranch owner gradually praised him.They certainly cling to the hope of good.Half of Ah San's cattle herd died, and Ah Yang refused to disclose how many cattle he lost.Cattle carcasses were strewn all over the field, and if it wasn't for the cold weather, the swamp would have already stink of corpses.The water has to be boiled for an hour to drink, except for her well and the well with the same name as the village. One morning one of Aryan's cowboys appeared in the front yard on a horse and leading a saddled mule. "Uncle Ayang said that Master Ou Tak can ride a horse, and it is ten to twelve miles to the East Field." The young man said. Her lodger comes out of the house.It was a bright misty morning, when the sparkling vapors hid the swamp, and the Andan Mountains floated on the mist, a huge broken silhouette against the northern sky. Without further ado, the therapist went straight to the mule, which was actually a horse mule, because it was born of Ah Yang's white horse and Ah San's big female donkey.It has a fair complexion, is young, and has a pretty face.He walked up to it, whispered something into its delicate ears, and rubbed its top hair. "Note: A mule is the offspring of a male donkey and a female horse; a hinny is the offspring of a male horse and a female donkey. 』 "He's always like this," the cowboy said to Ah Ci, "talk to them." He looked happy, but his tone was contemptuous.He was one of Arie's drinking buddies at the tavern, a decent young lad for a cowboy. "Did he heal the cow?" she asked. "Well, he couldn't cure the rinderpest right away, but if he arrived before the cattle had seizures, he seemed to be able to cure them; if they weren't infected, he said he could keep them from getting infected, so the master sent him around in the mountains. Move around and let him do his best. But many still can't wait and die." The healer checked the girth, loosened the straps, and climbed into the saddle, not very skilled, but the mule made no complaints.It turned to look at the knight with its milky proboscis and beautiful eyes, and he smiled.Ah Ci has never seen him smile. "Can I go?" he said to the cowboy.The cowboy waved to Ah Chi, and his filly let out a breath and started on the road immediately.The therapist follows.The mule has a long, smooth stride, and its white fur glistens in the morning sun.Ah Ci felt as if he was watching a prince set off. Like a story, the figure on horseback crossed the bright mist, passed through the hazy brown-yellow winter plain, and gradually faded away in the light, disappearing without a trace. Pastoral work is hard work. "Who doesn't work hard?" Aimer once asked, showing her round and strong arms and her firm red hands.A Yang, the owner of the ranch, hoped that he would stay on the grassland and touch every live cow in the local big cattle herd.Ayang sent two cowboys with him, and they set up a camp with cloth and a half tent.There was nothing to burn in the swamp, only small broken branches and dead reeds, and the campfire could barely boil water, let alone keep people warm.The cowboy was out on horseback, trying to round up the herd so he could handle a whole herd at a time, without having to run across the dry, frosty pastures, tracking down the scattered cattle.The cowboy, unable to keep the herd together for long, became angry with them and angry at his inability to move faster.He found it strange that cowboys had no patience with animals, treating them like objects, like a raftman handling timber in a river, using only brute force. The cowboy has no patience with him, always urging him to speed up and get things done.They have no patience with themselves or with life.The content of the conversation was nothing more than what to do in Oraby Town after getting the salary. He heard that there were many prostitutes in Oraby Town, such as Xiao Ju, Xiao Jin, and "Fiery Cong", as they called them.He had to sit with the young man, because all three needed to keep warm by the fire, but the cowboy didn't want him there, and he didn't want to be with them.He understood that they had an inexplicable fear of him as a warlock, and a jealousy, but the most serious thing was contempt.He was old, an outsider, not of them.He knows both fear and jealousy, and he also remembers being shy and contemptuous.He was glad that he didn't belong to them, and that they didn't want to talk to him.He was afraid of doing evil to them. He got up in the cold morning, while the other two were still curled up in bed and asleep.Knowing where the nearby herds were, he set out on his own.Now he was so familiar with the rinderpest that his hands felt a burning sensation when he felt it, and if it was severe he would feel sick to his stomach and dizzy.He approached a lying steer, dazed and sick.He no longer approached, just said some words of wish for a safe death, and continued on his way. Although the herds of cattle are untamed, and the only thing they can get from humans is castration and killing, they let him walk through them.He was happy to feel their trust, a sense of pride.He shouldn't be complacent, but he is proud.If he wanted to touch one of the big beasts, he had only to stand beside it and speak a little in a language they didn't understand. "Ulla," he said, pronouncing their real names. "Iru. Irua." They stood, huge and meaningless, and sometimes a cow would stare at him for a long time, and sometimes a cow would come to him with leisurely, loose, dignified steps, and spread out to him. Breathe in the palm of your hand.He heals all the cattle that come to him.He put his hands on the cow, on the bristles, warm body and neck, and transmitted the healing power to his hands, repeating the words of power over and over again.After a while, the giant beast shook its body, shook its head slightly, or stepped away.He stood with his hands down for a moment, exhausted and blank.Then the other one stepped forward, huge, curious, shy, with muddy fur, and with the symptoms running through its body, it felt like a tingling pain, numbness, heat flow, and dizziness in his hand. "Iru," he'd say, and walk up to the animal again, laying his hands on it until he felt a coolness flow down like a mountain spring. Cowboys were debating whether it was safe to eat steers that had died of rinderpest.The grain stock they had brought was not much, and now there was even less left. They didn't want to mount their horses and run twenty or thirty miles to replenish the grain, and they wanted to cut off the tongue of the steers that had died nearby that morning. He had forced them to boil all the water, and now he said, "If you eat that piece of meat, you'll start getting dizzy within a year, and you'll end up like them, blind, epileptic, and dead." They cursed and mocked, but believed him.He wondered if what he said was true—as if it were true.Maybe he wanted to make things difficult for them, maybe he wanted to drive them away. "You guys go back," he said, "leave me here alone. There is enough food here for another three or four days. The horse mule will take me back." After hearing this, they got on their horses and left without saying a word, leaving behind everything: quilts, tents, and iron pots. "How are we going to bring this all back to the village?" he asked the mule, which said what the mule had said as it watched the two departing ponies. "Aww!" he said, and he would miss the ponies. "We have to get the job done here," he said, and it looked at him kindly.Animals are patient, but horses are the most patient because they don't ask for anything in return.Dogs are loyal, but mostly obedient.Dogs are class animals that divide the world into nobles and commoners, while horses are nobles who agree to cooperate.He remembered walking at the feet of the thick, thick-haired draft horses, fearless, with their warm breath on his head, comfortable and peaceful.long, long ago.He went to the beautiful mule, talked to it, called it dear, and comforted it so that it would not be lonely. It took him another six days to finish the large herd in the eastern swamp.He spent the last two days visiting the scattered herds that roamed the foothills, many of them uninfected, so he was able to protect them.The mule carried him unsaddled to make the journey easier.But the food had run out, and when he rode back to the village, he was dizzy and his hands and feet were weak.He left the mule at Aryan's stable, and it took him a long time to get home.Emer greeted him, scolded him, and tried to get him to eat, but he explained that he couldn't eat yet. "I was in the field of disease, and when I was in the disease, I felt sick to my stomach. After a while I was able to eat," he explained. "You're crazy." She was very angry, sweet anger.Why can't more anger be sweet? "At least take a shower!" she said. He knew what he smelled like and thanked her. "How much will Ah Yang pay you for this trip?" She asked while boiling the hot water.She was still very indignant, so she spoke more bluntly than usual. "I don't know," he said. She stopped and stared at him. "You don't have a price tag?" "Pricing?" He shouted violently, then remembered that he was not the original self, and said humbly, "No, I haven't decided yet." "So naive," Ah Ci said angrily, "He will skin you." She poured a pot of boiling hot water into the bathtub. "He has ivory coins," she said, "told him to pay for ivory coins. To starve and freeze outside for ten days to heal his livestock! Ah San only has copper coins, but Ah Yang can afford ivory coins, sir. I'm sorry if I interfered with you." She rushed out the door with two buckets, and headed for the pump, as she had decided not to use the river water these days.She is wise and kind.Why did he live with those unkind people for so long? "It depends on whether my livestock is cured." Ayang said the next day, "Well, if they survive this winter, we will know that your treatment works and the animals are healthy. It's not that I don't believe you , just being fair, right? If the treatment doesn't work and the livestock dies, then you're not going to take what I'm trying to pay you now, are you? Misfortune! But I'm not going to make you wait so long either Didn't get paid. So, it's an advance, so we're even now, right?" A few copper coins were not even properly bagged.Ilios had to reach out his hand, and the rancher placed the six copper coins in his palm one by one. "Okay! That's even!" said Ayang, in a generous tone. "Maybe in two days, you can go to Changchi Ranch to see my one-year-old calves." "No," Ilios said, "When I leave, Ah San's cattle will not survive. They need me there." "Master Outtake, you are not needed there. When you were still in the eastern mountains, a healer came. He was from the South Bank, and Ah San hired him. You work for me, and I will pay you well." .If the livestock are in good condition, maybe better than copper coins!" Ilios didn't say good, bad, or thank you, and left without saying a word.The ranch owner looked at his back and spat: "Disaster relief." Trouble arose in Ilios's mind, and since he came to Gaoze, he hadn't encountered any trouble.He tried hard to resist.A son of strength came to heal the cow, another son of strength.Just warlocks, Aryan said.Not a wizard, not a mage, just a healer, a cow healer.I need not be afraid of him.I need not fear his strength.I don't need his strength.I had to see him, to confirm, to be sure.If he does what I'm doing here, there's no harm and we can work together.If I do what he's doing here.If he only uses tricks and has no malice, like me. He walked along the messy streets of Chunjing Town to Ah San's house, which was about halfway, opposite the tavern.Ah San was a man in his thirties, weather-beaten, talking to someone at the door, a stranger.When the two saw Ilios, they seemed uneasy.Ah San walked into the house, followed by the stranger. Ilios walked up the steps.He didn't go in, but only said from the open door: "Master Ah San, I can go to the doctor today for the cows you raise between the two rivers." He didn't know why he said that, he didn't intend to say this at first thing. "Ah." Ah San said, came to the door, and hummed hesitantly. "No need, Master Outake. This is Master Canbai, who came up to the mountain to treat rinderpest. He used to help me cure livestock, rotten hoofs and so on. You see, you are just a herd of cattle in Ayang. I'm too busy..." Warlock appeared behind Ah San, whose real name was Ayes.He has little power, corrupted by ignorance, misuse, and lies, and yet he is full of jealousy. "I've been practicing medicine here for ten years," he said, looking Ilios up and down. "Someone came from somewhere in the north and robbed me of my business. Some people would quarrel over it. Warlocks quarreling is not a good thing. That is to say, if you are a warlock and a son of strength, so am I. The folks here know it very well. " Ilios tried to explain that he didn't want a fight.He tried to explain that there were two jobs, tried to explain that he would not take this person's job.But these words were all corroded by the acid of this person's jealousy, and he couldn't listen to them, and the words were corroded by jealousy before they were spoken. Ayes looked at Irios stuttering, his eyes became more arrogant and rude.He opened his mouth to say something to Ah San, but Irios spoke. "You... you have to go. Go back." When he said "go back," his left hand slashed in the air like a knife, and Ayes fell back on the chair, staring. He's just a little warlock, a liar, with a few bad spells, or so it seems.What if he deceives, hides his strength, is a formidable adversary?A jealous rival.He must be stopped, he must be bound, he must be named, he must be summoned.Ilios began to speak the words of the binding spell, and the terrified man flinched and dodged, cowering on the ground, helpless, and let out a weak and sharp whine.Wrong, wrong, I'm doing the wrong thing, I'm the evil, thought Ilios.He stopped the spell in his mouth, resisted it, and finally called out another word.Then Ayes crouched on the ground, vomiting and shaking.Ah San's eyes widened, and he wanted to say: "Eliminate the disaster! Eliminate the disaster!" There was no harm, but the flames were burning in Ilios' hands. He tried to hide his eyes in his hands, and the flames burned in his eyes; he tried to When speaking, the tongue burns. For a long time, no one dared to touch him.He convulsed and collapsed at Ah San's door, and now he is as motionless as a dead man.The healer from the south said he was alive and as dangerous as a poisonous snake.Ah San told everyone that Otak cursed Shenbai and said some terrible words, which made him shrink smaller and smaller, howling like a log in a fire, and suddenly changed back to his original shape, but he vomited all over the floor.No wonder then, that the whole time the light was around the other, the otaks were like rippling flames and leaping shadows, and their voices were not like human voices.appalling event. Shen Bai told everyone to drive that guy away, but he didn't stay and watch.He took a pint of beer in the tavern and started on his way back south, telling the villagers that there was no room for two witches in one village, and that he might come back when the man or whatever was gone. No one dared to touch him.They stared at the body paralyzed by Ah San's door from a distance, and Ah San's wife was crying back and forth on the street. "Bad luck! Bad luck!" she cried. "Oh, my baby will be stillborn, sure!" After hearing San Bai's story, Ah San's version, and various versions circulating in the tavern, Ah Rui went home to find his sister.In the most vivid version, Ou Take grows ten feet, and uses lightning to beat Sanbai into charcoal, until Sanbai foams at the mouth, turns blue all over, and collapses to the ground. Ah Ci hurried to the village.She went straight to the door, bent down to look down at the mass, and reached out to touch it.Everyone gasped and murmured: "Dispel the disaster! Dispel the disaster!" Only Ah Huang's youngest daughter misunderstood the gesture and said sharply, "Work with the trend!" The thing moved and sat up slowly.They saw that it was the healer, just as before, dead and sick. "Come on." Ah Ci said, helped him up, and walked slowly down the street with him. The villagers shook their heads.Ah Ci is a brave woman, but she is too brave.Or, as they say around the wine table, courage in the wrong way, in the wrong place, you know.People who don't know magic by nature shouldn't be messed with, and don't get involved with sorcerers.Just watch it.术士似乎和平常人一样，但他们不像平常人；治疗师似乎没有害处，治好烂蹄症、畅通堵塞乳房，这些都还好，但招惹了一个，你看看，又是火又是影，又是诅咒又是痉挛倒地。诡异。那人一向诡异。他究竟打哪儿来的？你倒说说看。 她把他拖上他的床，脱下他脚上的鞋，让他睡觉。阿瑞晚归，醉得比平常厉害，他一跌，额头被壁炉柴架割伤。他流血愤怒，命令阿赐“把那喔师赶出黄子”，现在就把他赶出去。说完，他在灰烬里呕吐，睡倒在壁炉边。她把阿瑞拖上床垫，脱下脚上的鞋，让他睡觉。她去看另一人。他看来微微发烧，她把手放在他额头上。他张开眼，面无表情，直视入她双眸：“艾沫儿。”又闭上眼睛。 她自他身边倒退几步，吓坏了。 黑暗中，她躺在床上，想道：他认识赐与我真名的巫师；还是我说了真名？也许我在睡梦中说出来了。难道有谁告诉他？没人知道我的真名。从来没人知道，只有那巫师还有母亲知道。而他们都死了，都死了……我在睡梦中说的…… 她心知肚明。 她手里提着小油灯伫立，油灯光芒在她指间泛红，使她脸庞泛金。他说出她的真名。她赐与他睡眠。 他睡到很晚才醒，仿佛大病初愈，衰弱无力。她无法怕他。她发现他完全不记得村里发生的一切、那另一个巫师，连她在床罩上发现的六枚散币也不记得，想必当时一直紧握掌心。 “那一定是阿杨给你的。”她说：“那个吝啬鬼！” “我说我会去……去河流间牧地看他的牲口，是吧？”他问，心中焦虑，再度露出猎物的神情，从长椅上起身。 “坐下。”她说。他坐下，却局促不安。 “你自己都病了，怎么治疗牲口？”她问。 “还能怎么办？”他答。 但他随即静下来，轻抚灰猫。 阿瑞进来。他一看到治疗师在长椅上打盹，便对她说：“妳出来。”她与弟弟踏出屋外。 “现在我这里不会再收留他。”阿瑞说，对她摆出一家之主的架子，额前一道明显的黑色伤口，眼睛像牡蛎，双手颤个不停。 “那你上哪去？”她问。 “该走的是他。” “这是我的房子，阿帚的房子。他留下来。要走要留随你。” “他要走要留也随我。我要他走。妳不能什么都说了就算，大家都说他该走。他不正常。” “哦，是啊，既然他医好一半牛群、拿到六个铜币，他就该走了，是吧！他在这儿能留多久由我决定，我话就说到此。” “她们不买我们的牛奶和奶酪了。”阿瑞哀叫。 "Who said this?" “阿三的太太。所有女人。” “那我就把奶酪扛去欧拉比镇，在那里卖。”她说道，“老弟，你顾顾自己的体面，去把伤口清洗清洗、换件衬衫，你臭得像酒馆一样。”说完，她回屋内。“天哪。”她顿时痛哭出声。 “怎么了，艾沫儿？”治疗师说，清瘦脸庞与奇特双眼转向她。 “没有用，我就知道没有用。跟醉汉说什么都没用。”她说。她用围裙揩揩眼泪。“毁了你的，是酒吗？” “不是。”他说道，丝毫未受冒犯。或许听不懂。 “当然不是。请你原谅。”她说。 “也许他喝酒是想成为别人，”他说：“想改变、想变化……” “他是为喝酒而喝酒。”她说：“有些人就是这样。我会待在奶酪坊。我会锁上房门。附近……附近有陌生人。你好好休息。外头很恶劣。”她想确定他会留在室内，避开危险，让别人无法骚扰。稍后她会去村里，跟一些通情达理的人谈谈，看能否遏止这些无稽之谈。 她进村时，阿杨妻子阿黄等几人都同意，术士为工作争吵没什么新鲜，也没什么好激动。但阿三夫妇和酒馆那帮人却不愿就此平息，因为这后半个冬天，除了牛只濒死，就只剩这件事有得磕牙。“况且，”阿黄说：“我那口子可乐得付铜钱呢，他以为他可能得付象牙币。” “所以，他碰过的牛都站得好好的？” “目前来看，都好好的，而且没有新发病的。” “他是正统的术士，阿黄。”阿赐说，语气非常恳切。 "I knew it." “亲爱的，麻烦就出在这里，”阿黄说：“妳也明白！这地方不适合他那种人。他是谁都跟我们无关，但他为什么来这里，妳就得问问了。” “来治疗牲口。”阿赐说。 参白离开不到三天，镇上又出现陌生人：一名男子骑着好马北上，在酒馆请求下榻。村人叫他去阿三家，但阿三妻子一听门前又有陌生人，便放声尖叫，哭嚎着如果阿三再放一个巫人进屋，她的宝宝就得先死两次才能出生。街边上下几栋房舍都听得到她的尖叫声，引来众人——也不过是十、十一人——在阿三屋子及酒馆间围观。 “哎，这可不行，”陌生人和善道，“我可不能让孩子早产。酒馆楼上会不会有空房间？” “叫他去奶酪坊。”阿杨的一名牛仔说：“阿赐来者不拒。”这话引出些许窃笑和嘘声。 “往反方向去。”酒馆主人说道。 “多谢。”旅人说，将马牵往众人指引的方向。 “让外人物以类聚。”酒店主人说道。这句话当晚在酒店中复诵几十次，让所有人敬佩不绝，自发生牛瘟后，这句话说得最好。