PS: For the recent arrow wars in the book review area, I would like to say three points:

1. Please support the genuine version of the text, if possible, please like it by the way, thank you!

2. Please read the title of the article before posting, and then think about why the author did not write about the assembly of arrow shafts and arrows, thank you!

3. Picking up a stone on the ground to make an arrowhead, now it is still used in practice, I have seen the text description, the process of making the physical object, the actual use, I have seen it. It's just that when the ancients had already installed cheap iron arrows on a large scale, they also made expensive bronze arrowheads, and even invented and manufactured composite arrows that were half bronze and half iron, and assembled them in batches.

Approaching the feast of St. Thomas, several pilgrims heard the news that they could take a boat in Zgoh and set out on the journey to Zgoch.

Along the way, they saw undulating hills, which were originally the sand of the sea, which had been fixed over time, and some heather grew low on them. These heathers, which are not blocked by the mountains, and are blown by strong sea breezes all day long, do not grow very much, so the travelers have a good view, and occasionally they can see wild deer and ibgoes leaping past, or pheasants flying, they have heard the cries of bison and longhorned bison, but they have not seen them, these cautious behemoths know the power of humans and the attraction of their horns, skins and flesh to them, so they always come out at night.

They walked for a long time in this unchanging, boring landscape, and the gray sea they saw when they climbed the hill still looked so far away when they climbed to the top of the next hill. It was as if they had been circling a hill. Along the way, they did not see the village. Nor did I see a shepherd, as far as the eye could see. It's all overgrown wilderness with wild animals.

One of the people in the group finally became impatient, and he asked the guide, "Is this really the road to Zgokh?" Aren't we spinning in the wilderness? ”

"Hey, how could I admit my mistake?" The old guide said, "The gods are above, and I was born and raised in this area, so how can I admit my mistake?" If there had been a second person, the abbot would not have told you to take this road to Zgoh! The road is desolate now, but it was thriving when I was young! ”

And then. His face was gloomy at the thought of the past, and he said, "There used to be three or four villages in this area, not counting the shepherds' and hunters' huts, but when the infidels came, there was nothing!" Nothing! ”

"Heretics!" The rest of the team was stern up, and that was what they feared.

"They are not coming now, because there is nothing left for them to catch but wild goats and wild deer. There were no men, no women, no children, not a single piece of land to be cultivated. There were no cattle or sheep grazing in the heather bushes anymore, and now there was no prey for them except weeds and shrubs. The guide said. They had previously attacked Tournest. ”

"God forbid!" One of the young priests in the procession was a little excited when he heard this, and first cried out. "What's wrong with Turnest?"

"How? They besieged it for days, but the gods and St. Aubrey forbid. I heard that seven or eight hundred corpses were dropped, and they all shot like hedgehogs, ha, the gods finally got their retribution! Talking about Turnest's achievements, the old guide's face lit up a little, "It's just that these pigs' heads attacked the merchant ships and set fire to them when they were leaving, and they really didn't forget to do evil in hell!" ”

"God and St. Aubrey willing!" The crowd shouted in unison.

"Not really." The guide said.

"I hear that St. Aubrey has been apparitioned greatly," said another member of the procession, "and there is a woman in Doncred, who had been blind, but who had regained her sight since she had eaten the image of St. Aubrey that had been brought to her. ”

"Is this true?"

"It's true, of course, it's just the least conspicuous of the miracles that St. Aubrey has brought." The old god, who had spoken of miracles, said, "I heard that even the dukes of the north are offering offerings to this saint. ”

"Hey, that's true!" The guide gave a firm affirmation to the man's words, "Who doesn't know! They offered to St. Aubrey many of the golden artifacts that they had looted from other churches without lawlessness, and now the saints had appeared and brought the artifacts of the gods back to their rightful place. The owner of the ship, whom I told you before, saw with his own eyes the last time he went to Turnnest, and the holy vessels, which had been wandering in the hands of robbers, were now honorably enshrined in the church. ”

"That's conclusive."

"St. Aubrey has a spirit!"

"Alas, I only wish that I would be able to reach Turnest at once and see the remains of this saint, so that my illness may be cured."

The pilgrims cheered on each other, and felt as if the distance under their feet had been shortened by hearing of the miracles of St. Aubrey. They conversed with joy, except for the priest who had asked about Turnest earlier, bowing his head and saying nothing. Everyone thought he was praying alone, so no one disturbed him. After a little more walking, the guide beckoned them to eat and rest in a leeward place, but their rest was brief, for everyone wanted to see the rumored St. Aubrey as soon as possible. After eating and drinking in a hurry, they set out on their journey again.

At dusk, they finally came to the seashore, which seemed out of reach, where there was a small sparkling lake that sheltered the boats, but the boats had not yet come.

On the edge of the lake was a marsh overgrown with lush rush grasses and reeds, and there was an old hermit who had been—hitherto—safe seclusion by a few goats and the mud of the marsh. The pilgrims are guided through the marshes by their guides and rest in the hermit's hut.

After they had exchanged greetings, the old hermit said, "You have brought me many guests this time. ”

"They are all decent nobles, who have made a pilgrimage to Tournest." The guide replied, "Don't you see that there are two venerable priests among them?" ”

"Ah, my eyes are so dim." The hermit then met the two priests again and respectfully invited them into the house, "Please come in, please come in." ”

His hut was a mud hut with a roof covered with half-rotted thatch, overgrown with rush grass, and even a small tree that was undernourished. The turf wall was almost sunk into the ground, and the doorway had to be cut or the guests would have to crawl into the house.

But the situation in the house was very different from what they expected.

No one could have guessed what was inside when he saw the exterior of the mud hut—the pilgrims had intended to sleep on the mud floor, for it did not look like there was hay for them—yet the old hermit took out two woollen mattresses, on which he respectfully asked the priests to rest, and brought out a leather bag full of wine and cured meat.

The older of the two priests gladly accepted the unexpected sumptuous hospitality, but the younger one politely declined: "It is enough to give me hay, bread and water, and I need nothing else on the pilgrimage." ”

When they heard this, they were all in awe.

"But it is something that comes from the blessing of St. Aubrey," said the old hermit, "and it is the meat that the bishop has consecrated and can be eaten during the fasting season, and it is not hindered." ”

"What?" (To be continued......)