My grandfather was obsessed with the return of South Svadia until his death, and the old man kept a close eye on the situation whenever Rhodok fought against the nomads. On one occasion, Salander attacked Rhodok's grain area in the fall, and he wrote to a local lord who offered to lead 4 soldiers and 20 armed farmers to volunteer in Rhodok, hoping that the lord would agree to him. The lord of the castle handed in the letter, which was not answered, and the last clerk gave the letter: "The state understands the obligation of the lord to the fatherland, and does not prevent the lord's plans, but according to the ninth paragraph of the sacred ordinance, if the lord is not in his own domain for half a year, or is not in the domain of his lord or the lord of his lord, he shall be deemed to have renounced his territory." Territories are vested in their lieges. It is hoped that the lord will keep the law in mind and make careful arrangements. ”

My grandfather was ready to leave for Rhodok, and his plan was to spend about half a month on the road, then serve on the Rhodok Southwestern Front for three to four months, and then go back to the university in Djerkhara to bring back the bachelor's widow. He actually crossed the Bluewater River on the tenth day, and two more days later, he followed a convoy of Rhodoc supplies. As he approached, he suddenly noticed more than sixty crossbows aimed at his team, which the soldiers had taken for bandits. My grandfather explained his intentions, and the grain officer told him to walk a mile at the front of the procession, and to pass with him as he passed through the woods. The next day he was at the front, and the commissar recommended him to the local governor.

Here the officer reported the progress to his superiors, and after hearing his grandfather's intentions, he took him to his defense zone.

The officer called the grandfather a "Svadiaan", and the grandfather corrected him, saying that he was a "South Swadian." This angered the chief.

The chief's brother had had his eye gouged out by King Swadia years ago, and then staggered back to the mountain with ninety-nine men whose eyes had been gouged out. After nine months, the other eye was also infected, and after treatment, it was not completely blind, but everything was vague and had a shadow. The poor man, who had been cowardly all his life, but had become firm and fierce after having one eye gouged out by the Northern army, was now in charge of drinking water to the cattle at the gates of Viruja, filling thirty troughs of water for one dinar, which made him earn almost one dinar a day. This lucrative job was offered to him by the Rhodok government, so he was determined to be devoted to the Rhodok regime, and he had a rule that whenever he did something that was not good for the Svadians, whether you were a prince or a robber, he was responsible for feeding his cattle for free, as long as he could bring back a part of a Swadia, for example, his ears, his scalp, or... Preferably his eyes. He sent his younger brother to a military school with a good income. The lad lived up to him, and years later he stood on the frontier of Rhodok with a spear in his arms, eyeing foreign lands.

Now he stood in front of his grandfather angrily as a captain who led 60 soldiers.

Grandfather looked at him without fear. The man told his grandfather that if he was brave enough to destroy a Salander observation post, he would allow him to call Rhodok South Swadia.

The grandfather went with his own men, 4 soldiers, 20 armed farmers.

Two days later, my grandfather returned with the remaining seven farmers, leading nine camels and three horses. Above are the corpses of seventeen Swadians. The night before, the captain had seen a fire at the edge of the desert, and he knew that his grandfather had succeeded. My grandfather and seven peasants were all dressed in the well-made leather armor of the Salanders, and the camels' crates contained various items collected from the warehouses of the observation posts.

The grandfather stood in the sand and looked at the captain, who said: "Thank you, Yusvadiaans. ”

The grandfather opened a linen pocket, and inside it were 60 human ears, 30 left ears and 22 right ears. The eight were eaten by my grandfather and the red-eyed peasants in front of the 11 living Salanders.

Now only fragments of 8 ears remain

The captain said that if these things were Swadia things, he could sell them at the Viruga gate for a good price. The captain said to his grandfather, "Stay, Rodok, or, as you say, South Svadia, needs warriors like you." ”

Grandfather refused, and in the following two months, grandfather and the captain led a team of less than a hundred people to kill more than a hundred Salanders, plus the 19 people killed by grandfather during the sneak attack, the merit of killing more than a hundred Salanders in 2 months would undoubtedly bring the captain a remarkable achievement, which might even make him a minor lord.

When my grandfather decided that he had fulfilled his duty, he set out for Djalkhara with the remaining four peasants and the six slaves he had captured. On the edge of a small river, he freed the six slaves, saying, "I have done my duty for my homeland, and so have you." Now none of us are responsible for this war, so let's go. ”

A few of the Salanders walked away suspiciously, and they kept looking back, fearing that the arrow from behind would kill them. There was a Salander who did not go, and the grandfather asked him what was the matter, and the Salander told him: "Your fame will spread among your enemies before you see them." ”

Grandfather asked what it meant, and the Salander smiled and asked if grandfather could give him a horse.

One of my grandfather's farmers told him that he thought they should kill the Salander bastard.

The grandfather interrupted the farmer with a wave of his hand, and then gave up his mount, and the Salander rode around twice to familiarize himself with dismounting, and bowed to his father and went away. Before leaving, he asked his grandfather's name.

Grandfather said: Huo. Arcadio.

When the Northern Army finally abandoned the warm southern mountains and retreated to the North, my grandfather was gone. He was ready to take over his own realm at the behest of the king. How to deal with the widow and her three daughters became a problem.

At that time my grandfather returned to the north with low morale with the expeditionary force in Svadia. While passing through a valley, one of the king's clerks found my grandfather, pointed him to a brook that flowed out of the valley, and told him to follow it until the source of the stream was your territory.

The clerk patted his grandfather on the shoulder, and told him that the knight's wife, who had been left behind, was a well-known beauty in the neighborhood when she was young, and that his three daughters were probably not far behind. The clerk told his grandfather to pay attention to his body, and then turned and left. In the afternoon, when the grandfather was about to leave, the clerk's servant brought the helmet and sword of the knight who had died in battle, and a letter of appointment with the king's seal.

My grandfather had nothing at the time, and had only captured 2 Rhodoks alive in the previous campaign, and he asked the two Rhodoks if they would like to go with him to the territory, and the Rhodoks did not say a word. They have a plan: in the future, eighty percent will be slaves, if they go to the big city, life will be better, if they follow this lord to his fiefdom that I don't know what kind of fief, it may be a serf for life.

They didn't have the courage to speak their minds, because now grandfather was their legal master, and no one would blame him for killing them in a fit of rage. My grandfather was only a young man in his twenties, and his heart had not yet become as hard as dried wood. So he found a lord and exchanged two Rhodocs for a lame horse.

The lord said, "If you can add another 50 dinars, I can have my groom heal your horse and saddle it for you."

Grandfather turned his pocket over, and the seven dinars rolled on the table with a clang. The lord raised an eyebrow, "Good luck, young man. ”

So the grandfather carried his baggage: a pile of rags and nine loaves of bread, a skin of water, a rusty iron sword rationed by the quartermaster, and the knight's helmet and saber.

He took these things and climbed onto his bare horse, and limped into the valley.

By this time spring has ended, and summer afternoons are drowsy. My grandfather rode his horse all the way through the grassy stream, his horse's hooves crushing the wild strawberries, and the red juice was like the blood flowing from the earth. The gently raised slopes were densely covered with grass, and at the end of the grass were some tall and upright woods that filled the rest of the valley. The whole sky was blue, and the clouds were blown by the wind from the north, lazily reflecting the sun. This is the scene when the grandfather went to accept his domain. The place had not been well cared for, the path had been intermittently winding through the woods, and near the village the road was paved with bluestone slabs, and my grandfather had carefully examined the land as he had walked out of the woods, and he had always told me that he felt so peaceful. After months of terrible war and the brutality of the empire, my grandfather was disillusioned with the outside world, and now he just wanted to run a farm and live a stable life.

As he entered the village, he passed a stone bridge, on which he asked a little girl where the local lord, the former knight, lived. In order to get the little girl to accept him, he handed the little girl a wooden knick-knack.

The little girl said happily, "Follow along." ”

The little girl was dressed shabbyly, but seemed to be very lively, and like most children, she had no shoes to wear.

He went into a wooden house when it was dark, and the little girl went in and called her mother and two sisters, who were followed by a fat woman and an old man.

The grandfather jumped off the horse and broke his foot. This caused laughter from everyone except the hostess. The hostess stabilized the atmosphere, looked at her grandfather, and said to her grandfather suspiciously, "Young man, who would visit a lord when it is dark?" My adults don't want to see you. ”

The grandfather paused, and pulled out a helmet from his pocket, the feathers on the helmet were white and stained. The hostess seemed desperate not to admit that she knew the helmet. Grandfather took a step forward: "Madam, I think the lord wants to see me, right?" ”

The hostess stared at the helmet in a daze, and a few years ago she had gone to the town to buy new hairy feathers to put on the helmet; A few years ago she polished her helmet before dawn and lined it with a soft cloth; Earlier, her husband had ordered the helmet from Suno's blacksmith, and she still remembers the smug look he had when he put it on. She remembered the helmet.

"Yes... Please come in. ”

The old man was given the order to roll up his sleeves and lead the horse. The fat woman took the package, and shouted loudly to the maids, who were watching and whispering by the window, to start cooking.

At mealtime, the hostess introduced his three daughters to his grandfather, and when he heard the name of a lady, he stood up and saluted, and when he bowed to the little girl who led the way, the three girls sneered. But throughout the process, the grandfather noticed that the hostess was worried. After the meal, the hostess said that the three daughters should rest, and the eldest daughter took her two sisters knowingly.

The hostess inquired at length by the hearth about her husband's last moments. Grandfather said: "That brave man, under the gaze of thousands of men, with his cavalry majestically leveling his spear, crossed the enemy's line from left to right, and greatly disrupted the enemy's disposition. He fought for an afternoon, killing at least 5 Rhodoks and wounding many more, before being besieged by the enemy from exhaustion and dying like a hero. ”

In fact, except for the fact that he died on the front line, the others were made up by his grandfather. The cheerful, fat old man was shot through the stomach by a cold arrow while patrolling the supply lines, and before he died, he suffered greatly: his own gastric juices corroded his internal organs until he died. The middle-aged man hadn't killed a single Rhodok from beginning to end.

People like him should be fishing in the territory; Take a look at the thick books bought from scholars; Raise a few hunting dogs to go hunting; Hold the daughters' weddings with your own hands; Then take my wife to my son-in-law's house to spend time. But he went with 20 men with a lot of pride, for reasons that even he couldn't explain.

The hostess said that she was honorable and that her husband died a decent death.

In fact, she did not dare to think about the real situation, because her gentle husband could not even ride a horse, and his knighthood was inherited. She knew that the young man in front of her was lying to him. But after years of supporting a huge family business, she has become capable, and she is unwilling to dwell on what she can't do. She cut straight to the point: "I guess you're here to bring more than just this sad news to my family." ”

Grandfather was so embarrassed that he couldn't speak. The mistress asked the grandfather how much he was going to ask them for payment and whether she could get her husband's relics for nothing.

The hostess remembered that one of her close friends had to pay 1,000 dinars to redeem her husband's property after her husband died. It's a goddamn rule: when a man dies in the army, the law protecting his property is nullified, and the law is turned to protect those who have seized it.

The mistress gave the grandfather 500 dinars and told him that she wanted him to leave tomorrow, leaving behind everything that did not belong to him, and not to make a public announcement of the lord's death.

The grandfather looked at the poor woman and said, "I can't take the money, and tomorrow I won't go anywhere".

The hostess said that he could have rested here at night, but now he was persona non grata. She wanted him to leave overnight.

The grandfather had to take out the king's appointment letter, and the hostess went crazy with anger. But the hostess was at once calm, and asked the grandfather who else had shown this order. Aware of the hostess's intentions, my grandfather said, "The lords of the entire plain of Suno have dealt with them, or their clerks, and are my guarantors. So this document is just for you to see. Actually, now I'm the lord here. It's not a document that can be influenced by the presence or absence of a document. ”

The mistress said that the document was not legal, because the king could not take back the territory when there was an heir in the lord's house.

My grandfather, who grew up with a bachelor and had some knowledge of the law, said: "In fact, you have only three daughters in your family, and no one is qualified to be an heir. Now your realm is in a state of no liege. Unless there is an additional male heir in your family within half a year, is this possible? ”

The hostess blushed and she said that the grandfather was a rude and rude person. Then there was silence on both sides. Later the hostess arranged a place for the grandfather.

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