Then he started running. In retrospect, he only remembered that he had been running for almost the entire night, looking at the stars and moon in the sky, to make sure that he had not run in the wrong direction.

Of course he did not dare to run south, for he was afraid that he would meet the bandits, and he did not dare to go north, because the bandits might catch up with him at once, following the mark left by the horse's hooves, which were heading north. To the east was the Virginia Snowfield, where he was too thinly dressed to approach. So he ran westward, intending to turn southeast when he was far enough away to avoid the bandits.

After he had run a short distance to the west, he came across a thick bush of thorns, which he could have bypassed in normal times, but now that the situation was urgent, he heard distant shouts getting closer. He hesitated, gritted his teeth, and rushed into the thorn bushes, arching his elbows in front of him to protect his face. The first thorn stung him, and the first wound on his arm hurt badly, but then he didn't feel it, he just lunged straight forward. He was covered in wounds on his face, hands, and feet, oozing blood.

After passing through the thorn bushes, he ran for a while, stumbling all the way, and he accidentally stumbled and fell into a puddle, after which the mud dried up and stuck to him like flour. Almost the entire night of the escape was quiet, except that in the second half of the night, he heard a low whimper. It wasn't until later that he realized that the sound was coming from his body.

He kept running, sometimes very slowly, only a little in an hour or two, and sometimes so fast that he felt like his blood was running all over his body. It was not until the morning, when the earth showed its first rays, that he lay down to rest. This area is sparsely populated, and it is not difficult to find a place to sleep, and after running so far, it seems that there is no need to worry that the group of pirates will find them.

Kersmund had no idea where he was now, but he was too tired to think about it, and lay down on the ground and soon fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but Kersmod woke up when he felt something warm touch his hand. At that moment, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and his whole body stiffened. It was a few seconds before he turned his head to look and saw that it was a sheep staying beside him. And now that night had fallen, the sheep probably did not dare to walk around in the night, and wanted to find a place to stay, but he happened to come to the side of Kersmer, and woke up Marksmoad, who had slept all day.

This area is deserted and lush with vegetation, and it is indeed a good place to herd sheep.

When he woke up, Kersmund set off again and headed south, but instead of running again, he walked slowly. It was getting darker, and he was hungry and thirsty, and very uncomfortable. He could go hungry for a day or two without bread, but his thirst was so frightening and frustrating that he was powerless to resist. In the end, his mind was full of nothing but the water he fantasized. But where is the water?

Just as he was thinking about getting food and water anyway, he almost bumped into two shepherds who were sleeping in their robes. He was startled, but fortunately he stopped in time and did not make much noise, so the two shepherds did not notice anything.

Ksmerd tiptoed back and forth, and was about to leave when he suddenly saw a covered bucket and darkened campfire ashes in the moonlight. There may be food there! If there is food, there must be water!

That night, Kersmund stayed in that place, and did not go far, and he watched the two shepherds until dawn. However, he was far enough away that he would not be easily spotted. But not too far away, so that as soon as the shepherd was out of his sight in the morning, he could rush to it.

The two shepherds were supposed to camp there for the night, for they had left a pile of things, including the barrel. They might be back soon, but Kersmod decided it was a risk. With nothing to eat or water to drink, he would hold on for a few more hours before he collapsed. He knew very well what would happen to people who had no water or food.

There was still soup left in the barrel, and he found a few more loaves of bread in a flax bag. He took only one loaf of bread and broke it in half, hid half of it in his body, and ate the other half at once. While eating bread, he scooped soup from a barrel with a spoon and drank it. After devouring enough to eat and drink, he closed the lid on the bucket and continued on his way. As he was leaving, he silently thanked the two absent shepherds.

After walking a short distance, he crossed a low hillside, and immediately saw a figure appear on the grass on the other side of the hillside. This figure was no stranger to him, it was the same horse he had ridden last night - the white body, black mane and tail, and the few black spots on its body, which impressed Usmerd, and of course recognized it at first sight.

The horse was grazing with his head down, unaware of the Ksmod on the hillside in the distance. Kersmund slowly circled behind it from a distance, then crept closer to it, grabbing the reins of its head by the time the horse sensed his arrival.

The horse neighed and tried to run, but was pulled hard by Ksmurd.

"You caused me to be discovered by those guys, and I'm as unlucky as I am now!You'll at least make it up to me, man!" said to the horse with a wry smile, and he certainly couldn't let the horse escape from him so easily.

The horse dragged for a while, and found that it could not escape the grasp of Korsmead, so gradually he did not resist anymore, and became honest as if he had been fated.

"If only I could run like you, I'd be in Sagoth!" said to the horse with a laugh, and he guessed that the horse, which had been heading north, must have been frightened again, and immediately turned back and ran south, where he would be met.

"We're really destined! You may be destined to be my horse! My first horse! You can't escape!" Kersmud looked at the horse with eyes that glittered with excitement, and slowly stretched out his left hand and headed towards the horse. The horse did not dodge, but allowed Kersmund to scratch the hair on its head with his trembling left hand, slowly grinding its large fluffy mouth and neat teeth. Kosmund bent down, grabbed a handful of grass from the ground, and gently handed it to the horse's mouth. The horse had no scruples, and immediately chewed the grass in the hands of Ksmead.

Seeing it finish chewing the grass in his left hand, Kersmund immediately grabbed another handful of grass from the ground and stuffed it into its mouth. After grabbing a handful of grass and giving it to the horse, Kersmord put his left hand on its head and stroked its supple fur. And the horse's eyes shot a light that seemed innocent to Kersmode.

Seeing that it was so docile, without a trace of resistance, and as well-behaved as a child, Kersmed's heart moved, and he took the reins of the horse with his left hand, turned around, and thoughtfully groped the saddle and stirrup with his right hand. After a long while, he finally took a deep breath, pulled the stirrup to the lowest with his right hand, lifted his left leg, and stepped his left foot into the saddle, while his hands were on the saddle. Then, with his left foot, he stepped firmly on the stirrup, and with his right foot, he kicked the ground, and with the force of the ground's rebound against his right foot, he jumped up gently, and at the same time, he pulled the saddle hard with both hands.

When he put his right foot over the horse, so that he could finally sit on the horse, he suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if the world before him had changed in an instant, as if as long as he rode the horse and charged unstoppable, many obstacles would disappear.

Ksmerd grasped the reins on either side of the horse's head with both hands, tugged lightly, and cried out, "Go, man!"

But what I didn't expect was that the horse was motionless like a sculpture, and it didn't even move a footstep. Ksmund leaned his feet the horse's belly, and the horse moved, and ran forward, but fortunately it was not fast, but Kersmord quickly adapted to it, and rode on the horse's back, and with the rhythm of the horse, his body fell together, trying to maintain his balance on the horse's back, as if he was about to fall. His heart was racing, his blood was boiling, and he felt like the whole world was running.

The horse's tail was still flicking, and every time it hit his calf, he felt a thrill in his heart. Suddenly, the horse quickened his pace and began to run, and the sudden run frightened Kersmurd exclaimed, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat, and his mind went blank. He subconsciously wanted to cling to the horse's neck as before, and then lay down on the horse's back, but there was a thought in his heart that reminded him firmly: it would not be possible for him to learn to ride a horse like that, and Marit would have laughed at me and even disappointed me when she saw me like that.

So, Kosmead resisted the fear that made him crouch on his horse's back by the neck, and at the same time remained composed, so that he sat upright on the horse's back, unwavering, and his hands were tightly clung to the reins, and he did not dare to come out. Carefully, slowly, he tried to control the horse's speed and steering by pulling the reins and clamping the horse's belly.

Gradually, Kersmund felt that the horse was becoming more aware of his will as he pulled the reins and clamped his belly, and became more and more obedient to act according to his wishes, speeding up or slowing down, turning left or right. A tacit understanding, a sense of induction, was slowly built between Eksmerd and the horse.

After running on the horse for a while, Ksmund wanted to stop and let the horse rest, but the fact that he had been thrown to the ground by the horse the night before still remembered it vividly, and left a lot of shadows on his mind. Therefore, when he tried to stop the horse again, he couldn't help but fall into extreme tension.

This time, instead of pulling the reins at once, as he had done last time, he pulled the reins back slowly, so that the horse sensed his intention to stop.

When the horse finally stopped, Kersmund breathed a sigh of relief. The first thing he did when he dismounted was to pat the horse on the head with his hand and say to it, "Well done, man!"

After running for this round, the horse was slightly panting, and Ksmod was already sweating profusely, but the main part of this "sweat" was a cold sweat from nervousness and fear. After resting for a while, Eksmerd climbed on the horse's back again and continued his horseback riding practice......

By the time he rode his horse to a cliff, it was already dusk. After almost a full day of practice, he finally learned to ride a horse, of course, it can only be said that he has learned the basics, his riding skills still have a lot of room for improvement, and in the future, he will continue to study and train in order to improve his riding skills.

He reined in his horse and stopped on the edge of the cliff, looking into the distance. In front of him, under a clear sky with a few clouds fluttering, was a narrow bay divided by two high and steep cliffs, which stretched together like two huge blades, as if they were competing with the sea, and this narrow bay was the territory they had taken from the sea. And at the junction of the sea and the sky, farther away from the end of this bay, the fiery sunset is about to sink into the sea. The endless afterglow it emits is a proclamation of its final glory on this day.

Kersmed shouted to the narrow bay, to the unreachable meeting of the sea and the sky, to the vast sky, with the loudest voice he could, "Marit, I have learned to ride a horse! He repeated the cry until he was hoarse.

He stayed on the edge of this sea cliff for a long time, and did not leave until nightfall, and the continuous blowing of the sea breeze witnessed his stay here, and occasionally there would be a gust or two of sea breezes, lingering around it for a moment before leaving.

He watched as the sun slowly sank into the sea and its afterglow dissipated, and he kept looking and contemplating in the twilight, and then, as night fell, the dim sky twinkled with a few stars.

As the night wore on, Korsmed finally turned his horse and left the cliff. And there is a certain resolute silence that seems to continue here......

; The half of the bread that Kersmer had hidden before had been eaten by him in the afternoon as his lunch today. Now he is once again in a state of hunger and thirst. At such a difficult time, he was very envious of the horse under his crotch that lived on grass - the mountains were full of juicy grass, and this horse did not have to worry about food and drink at all.

After galloping aimlessly on the shore on his horse for a while, he suddenly saw a tall object appear in the distance in front of him. The large, long, cylindrical object was topped by a ring of fire, which was very noticeable in the dark night.

Where there is fire, there may be people, and where there are people, there may be water and food—he thought so, and at once urged the horse to speed up and move along the shore toward the firelight.

When he got close enough to the tall object, he realized that it was a tall tower-like structure standing on the edge of a sea cliff. It is topped with lighting tools such as torches, allowing the tower to illuminate ships passing in the nearby waters so that they don't lose their course. Or show a homeless wanderer like him a place to stay. Because near this tower, there is a small village.

By the time Ksmode rode into the small village, which consisted of a few dozen homes, most of the houses in the village had already closed their doors. And there are not many houses that still faintly reveal the light of candles. At this time, the small village was very quiet, except for the barking of chickens and dogs all around, which made the night visitor faintly audible. And when the hooves of his horse struck the gravel path of the village, the sound of horses' hooves soon broke the quiet atmosphere of the small village, and must have attracted the attention of those who were still awake in the village, and even some of the people who were asleep were awakened by the sound of horses' hooves.

Several torch-carrying figures quickly rushed in front of Minded, blocking his way, and he immediately stopped his horse.

"Who are you, and what is the matter with coming to our little village so late? I'm the village chief here!" asked an old man with gray hair, frowning at Kersmund by the light of the torches.

"I was passing through here and stumbled upon this small village. I'd like to spend the night with you, can I? Of course, if you can give me some food and water, then I'll thank you even more. I don't have any money, but I can do what I can for you in exchange for water and food. Also, what kind of place is this? How far is it from Sagoth?" Kersmode, who was surrounded by nearly ten men, kept his composure and asked with a smile.