Chapter 041: (Bears in the Woods) Iris
People in this chapter: (Iris Hallengoth), (Hart), (Tormond).
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Chapter 041: (There are bears in the woods)
Dusk, with its swift steps, quietly, from the other side of the mountain, from the end of the sky.
At sunset, the sky was covered with crimson clouds, reflecting on the water, turning the river rose-colored. It's like flashing bright eye waves, gazing at the beautiful colors of the mountains and fields this summer.
At this time, Iris, who was sweating profusely, was struggling to carry the heavy wooden bucket in his hand, and picked up the last bucket of water by the river. The river flows quietly, rippling, revealing clarity and coolness.
Iris doesn't remember the first bucket of water of the day. But he knew that no matter how many buckets of water he carried back from the river, the water in the big tank in the kitchen would never be filled, just as the water in the river would not be reduced.
On the surface of the river, the reflections of the trees on the shore wriggled and twisted, like drunkards. A short, stocky middle-aged man was leisurely leaning against a large tree, quietly watching every move around him.
When he was exhausted and was about to leave with a wooden bucket full of water, he slipped under his feet because of prostration, and in an instant, the whole person fell backwards.
With a "poof", Iris fell into the river in embarrassment, his hands struggling desperately in the water because he was afraid. "Help... Help," he cried out, "bearded... Save... Save me. β
At this moment, Tormond, who was leaning against the tree, had an expression of disbelief. "Boy, how did you fall into the river?"
"Help... Help me. A terrified Iris kept calling for help in the river. "Help... Help me, bearded. β
"Boy, I can't swim. β
This sentence made Iris feel like he was falling into an ice cave. He suddenly regretted that he didn't learn to swim for what he wanted, and that he had to promise the Virginians to do all this bitter and tiring swearing. The thought of dying made tears of fear flow down my eyes.
"Alright, don't cry," said Tormund with a slick smile, "the river is not more than four feet high, and it can't drown the dead." β
Iris regained consciousness and felt his feet on the soft dirt at the bottom of the river. He was embarrassed by the sight before him, and for a moment, his face turned red, and he felt that he was being mocked by the short, fat Virginian again.
The twilight grew thicker and thicker, and slowly, the sky became as dark as a crow.
"Boy, it's getting dark, it's time to go back. Tormond teased, "At night, there are bears around here!"
Iris slowly moved his steps into the river to the shore, then climbed up the bank, soaking wet, and trotted angrily towards the castle with his bucket, ignoring whether the Virgians behind him were following him.
In the night, the trees beside the road stood like some hideous giants, stacked into a dense pile of black shadows, and the gaps in the leaves were like thousands of pairs of small eyes, mysteriously peeking around.
The silence and darkness around him frightened Iris, and he stopped, turned to look back, only to find that the Virginians behind him were gone. Where did he go?
In the woods, two black shadows were staring coldly at the boy on the road, one of them was holding a delicate bow and crossbow in his hand, and a sharp arrow was attached to the crossbow, the black shadow slowly raised the bow and aimed at the target outside the woods.
At this moment, a breeze swept by, but I saw an arrow whistling towards it, and the arrow hit the black shadow holding the bow and crossbow, killing him with one arrow. Before the other shadow could react, another arrow struck him in the throat with lightning speed, and the shadow's body fell backwards.
The sound from the woods made Iris tremble, and his heart felt like there were fifteen bucketsβjumping up and down, as if they were about to jump out. He hurriedly threw away the barrel in his hand, and ran in the direction of the castle without looking back.
The timid Iris thought it was the sound of a brown bear, and he feared that the bear would suddenly burst out of the woods and pounce on him. It wasn't until the flickering lights of the castle appeared in front of him that the heart that was beating up and down calmed down a little.
Hart, who was guarding outside the castle gate, hurried to meet the little master after looking at the figure. Looking at the drenched little master, he asked with concern, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine," said a panting Iris, "but I accidentally fell into the river." β
"Fell into the river?" said Hart's complexion, which turned gray in an instant. "Why are you so careless, in case something happens......"
"Hart, it's fine," Iris interrupted not wanting to worry him, "the water in that river is shallow, and there is something cool about it. β
"Why did you come back alone?" said Hart, calming down, "what about Master Tormond? Isn't he with you?"
"I don't know," Iris shook his head, "and when we're halfway there, he's gone." He thought to himself, Bearded must not have been captured by the bear in the woods?
When Hart heard this, his face changed suddenly, red like the sunset in a painting, and his face was full of anger. "Is that how he protects you?" he said angrily, "no, I must report this to Master Edward. β
"Hart, leave this alone, I'll have to go back to my room and change my clothes first. "Iris knows that Hart cares about himself. But he knew the difference between a servant and a nobleman, and if Hart had bumpered with a knight or nobleman, he would most likely have been whipped.
"Yes, yes, go change your clothes first, you can't catch a cold. Hart followed behind the little master.
"You don't have to follow me, I'll just go up myself. β
"I'm calling you while you're eating," Hart smiled, his dark, thin, wrinkled face glowing with the glow of spring. "Today the kitchen has prepared a big table of hearty food, which has been specially prepared for you. β
"You don't have to call me, I'll change my clothes and come down. β
"Okay, then I'll go out of the kitchen to help. β
When Iris returned to the room, she took off her wet clothes and changed into a clean outfit. He wore a black short-sleeved linen jacket, a pair of tight trousers, and a pair of hard cowhide boots, which made him look like a child of a common peasant family.
Just as he was about to go downstairs after changing his clothes, the bearded man appeared in front of his door with a large wooden barrel. "Boy, you're so scared that you don't even want a bucket to carry water?" he said with an interesting sneer.
"There are bears in the woods, and you are nowhere to be seen. "It's all because of you, you can't protect me at all." β
"Who ran away alone?" said Tormund, who was too easy to mock him, and was idle anyway. "Also, did you see a bear in the woods?"
"I heard a voice. Iris bit her lip.
"Are you sure it's a bear sound?" asked Tormund with a faint smile, "and not some other critter, or a human sound?"
"You said that there are bears in the woods. Iris retorted to what he said, objecting, "It's impossible for a critter to make that much noise, and... Who would hide in the woods at night?"
"I said there were bears in the woods, and that scared you, did you take it seriously?" said Tormund with a big laugh.
Suddenly, a feeling of shame invaded him for no apparent reason. "You're a liar, a liar. Iris shouted indignantly. "You must have made the sound in the woods, you just wanted to scare me, you were happy, you got your way. β
"Boy, I didn't really want to scare you," Thomond's expression suddenly became solemn and serious again. "Actually, what you just did was right, you should run when you encounter this situation at night, instead of standing where you are. β
"Didn't you hide in the woods and scare me?" Iris looked at the other with some suspicion.
"Why should I hide in the woods and scare you?" asked Tormond.
Iris stared at him suspiciously, and asked noncommittally, "So where have you been?"
"I'm always there for you to protect you. Tormond's tone was as firm as a rock.
The boy looked at him suspiciously, and said, "But I didn't see you at all." β
"I can see you. β
"I don't believe what you say. β
"I handed you the barrel, and next time I lost it, I won't help you pick it up. Tormund placed the barrel in the corner of the room. "Let's go, it's time to go downstairs, don't make everyone wait for you. β
Iris followed the bearded man to the first floor of the castle, where he saw a wide rectangular hall with smooth stone floors and gray pillars on all sides, and flaming candles illuminating the entire hall.
From one end to the other there was a long table, covered with a large red tablecloth, almost dragging it to the stone floor. On either side of the table are intricately carved mahogany chairs, and the seats are covered with satin cushions. And there was a feast on top of it that Ires had never seen before.
The feast includes boiled chicken, roasted whole sheep, wild boar's head, deer breast, pies, chilled pudding, brightly coloured lobsters, shiny salmon, strawberries, grapes, honeydew melons and tomatoes. There are also gin jugs, silver flasks, and glasses for making kitsch, and the smell of fruit and wine rushes to him as if there is a festive event.
The feast had not yet begun, but the hall was already full. Baron Royce sat at the head of the long table, his wife and children sat on one side, and several knights led by Edward sat on the other.
Iris followed behind the bearded man, and they sat in two empty seats connected to each other, separated by a seat from his cousin.
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