"A sword. How can you take a sword? How can Eigil people hold swords? Don’t tell me that Hadang hid in his carriage. "
"I wrapped it in a blanket" her voice seemed more anxious than when talking about the price just now. "Ber also said that it would be all right if I didn’t really touch it." She shrugged uneasily and tightened and loosened her shawl. "This is the tree destroyer’s sword, which is called Thunder Mountain. It was taken away from him. Because his head must have rotted a long time ago if it was transported over such a long distance. Since then, many young men and stupid guns have changed hands. The evidence of the death of this tree destroyer is everyone. As soon as I think about what it is, I will immediately sell it to another fool. Now its price has dropped a lot compared with the first time. No Eigil is willing to touch it and is unwilling to take this gem. "
"Well, it’s very beautiful." Rand tried his best not to irritate Eigil girls. Only clowns would bring such flashy things. The ivory handle would spin in the heart because of sweat and blood. "But I can’t let you …" When his voice was low, he was habitually pulling out a few inches of the blade to see if the blade was sharp and shiny. The steel blade was engraved with a heron. This is the emblem of the fencing master. Rand once had a sword engraved with this emblem. Suddenly he was very sure that the blade was like Matt’s one engraved with a crow. Spear blades are forged by force, and they will never be damaged. Most swordsmen never need to sharpen their weapons. This kind of weapon is copied. He can confirm this to Lan, but he has long believed in it.
He drew the sword out completely and leaned over to put the scabbard in front of Ailingda. "I will accept this blade to settle the debt, Ailingda." The blade is very long and slightly curved, and there is a sharp edge on one side. "But you can take this blade and hilt." He can give it a new scabbard and hilt. Maybe there are blacksmiths among those lucky people in Tyne City.
Ailingda stared at the scabbard with wide eyes and raised her head to stare at him. Her mouth was wide open and she was surprised. Rand had never seen it before. "But these gems are very valuable, which is more than the price I paid … You are trying to get me into this debt, Rand Arthur."
"No" If this blade is still so glorious after being left unpolished for 20 years, it proves his view that "I didn’t accept the scabbard, but it is still you". He threw a silk mat in the middle, waved his sword at the mat in a curled posture, and the feathers were cut in half neatly. "I don’t want the hilt, either. It is yours. If you make anything in this business, it is also your business."
There is no joy in the girl’s beautiful face. Rand suspects that her sword has taken out her possessions, and now she may have earned a hundred times of profits. But she is neither happy nor grateful to him. She stares at the tent feathers and is as angry as a housewife in two river basins. When she sees that her floor is a mess, she slaps her palm stiffly. A righteous servant walks into the account and immediately kneels down to clean it up.
"This is my tent," Lan Deyi pointed out. Ailingda snorted at him, which looked like Alwen. These two women really stayed together for too long.
When it got dark, dinner was served as usual with white cakes and stews, with dried peppers and beans and pieces of almost white meat. When he learned that the meat was the blood snake meat, he smiled at Ailinda. Since he entered the desert, he had eaten snakes and worse things more than once, which made him feel the worst. It was not because that thing tasted bad. In fact, it tasted similar to chicken, but it was a poisonous lizard. Sometimes Rand felt that those poisonous things in the desert were like snakes, lizards, spiders and plants.
Ellinda looked a little disappointed to see that he didn’t spit out those stews with a disgusting expression. Rand often didn’t know what the girl was thinking. Sometimes she seemed very willing to give him trouble. If Rand tried to pretend to be a Eigil person, then she seemed to prove that he was not Eigil after all.
But now he is very tired and wants to have a good sleep. After he took off his coat and boots, he climbed into the carpet and lay with his back to Ailinda. He went to Eigil. Men and women may take a sweat bath together, but Shana’s short stay made him understand that he was very uncomfortable to take a bath with men and women. There are few other ways to stop himself from blushing. He tried his best not to listen to the girl. She took off her own blanket. She still paid attention to her manners, but just in case he kept lying with his back to the outside.
Ai Ling claimed that she had to sleep here, so she continued to introduce him to the customs and habits of Eigil, because he was mostly occupied by tribal leaders during the day. Both of them knew that this was a lie. Rand finished imagining that the wise men would recognize her and find out what secrets she was doing. The girl muttered when she pulled something, and she mumbled to herself.
In order to cover up these sounds, Rand said, "Mailan’s wedding is really impressive. Beo really didn’t know until Mailan and Dorinda told him?"
"Of course," she replied dismissively, stopping at the same time (Rand thought she was taking off her socks). "Why did Beo want Mailan to know this before she put the bride’s corolla at his feet?" She suddenly smiled. "Mailan and Dorinda really tried their best to find enough flowers to make crowns. There are very few places near the dragon wall."
"Does this have any special meaning, Sissy?" Rand gave it to Ailinda to make her happy. It was also a flower that Ailinda never admitted to accepting.
"It means that she has a bad temper but she doesn’t want to correct it." There is another pause accompanied by a few grunts. "If she is a sweet root flower and a leaf, it means that she will have a sweet heart. Morning dew means that she will obey her husband, and … each flower has different meanings. It will take me several days to tell you all this, but you don’t need to know this. You won’t have a Eigil wife and you belong to Yilan."
When Ailingda said "obedience", Rand almost turned to look at her. This word doesn’t match what he can think of as a woman in Eigil. In the idea of a woman in Eigil, this word probably means warning you before the spear point pierces you.
There was another dull hum behind Rand, and then it was quiet. He thought it should be Ailinda undressing from the beginning. Rand hoped that those oil lamps would go out. No, it would make the situation worse. Anyway, he has been spending this way every night since he left Rudian, and it will get worse every night. He must let this matter end. From now on, this woman is going to sleep with the wise men. Where does she belong? He should learn from her and naturally go to her to learn these ideas. It has been hovering in his mind for fifteen nights.
In order to get rid of the imaginary images in his mind, he said, "The last part was really amazing after they made their vows." At that time, six wise men had just announced their blessings, and immediately one hundred blood relatives of Mailan rushed to surround her. All of them were armed with short spears, and one hundred blood relatives of Beo were also close to the groom. Beo had to rush out of the way to grab the bride. Of course, no one wore a veil, but both sides shed blood. "Just a few minutes ago, Mailan swore to love Beo, but when Beo came to her, she resisted like this. As soon as she was cornered, Bobcat "Rand didn’t think Beo could carry her to the shoulder if Dorinda hadn’t punched her in the ribs", but he was finally bruised by her and limped.
"Should she be a weak person?" Ailingda said sleepily, "He must value her. She is not the cheap jewelry he pocketed." The girl yawned and Rand heard her shrink into the carpet again.
"What exactly does’ teaching men to sing’ mean?" Eigil men never sing except war songs and mourning songs for the dead.
Do you miss Matt Cauthorn? This time, she giggled. "Sometimes a man will throw away his gun in front of a crowd."
"You talk nonsense. I’ve never heard such a thing."
"Well, that’s not really giving up the gun." There is already a deep drowsiness in her voice. "Sometimes a man longs for a gun follower who won’t give up the gun, and he will deliberately become her righteous follower. Of course, such a man is a fool. Without a gun, the followers will look at the righteous follower according to his wishes. He can work hard and strictly observe everything. The first thing he has to do is to learn to sing, and the sisters will be happy at dinner.’ She will teach him to sing.’ The gun follower will say this about a stupid man who adores gun sisters." What a real man
"Ailingda?" He once said that he wouldn’t ask her about it again. Lan said that it was a kind of "Snowflake" Kando craft, and maybe it was a war profit from an attack in the north. "Who gave you that necklace?"
"A friend Rand Arthur, we walked a long way today, and you will wake us up early in the morning and have a good sleep! I hope you can wake up one day, Rand Arthur. "Some people in Eigil will wish each other not to die in their sleep. Good night greetings.
A much smaller and finer barrier covers his dreams. Landry put out the oil lamp and tried to go to sleep. A friend, Raine Eyre, came from the north, but she had this necklace when she was Rudian. What does he want about this? Ailingda breathed slowly. He kept winding around his ears before he went to sleep. Then he had a chaotic dream and Yilan helped him carry Ailingda on his shoulders. Ailingda was not wearing that necklace. After being shouldered, she has been slapping his back with a wreath.
Chapter 22 Birds singing in the night
Matt closed his eyes on the carpet and felt Melinda’s thumb bump slowly from both sides of his spine to the saddle. After a whole day, there is nothing more comfortable than receiving a massage. Well, maybe that’s not entirely correct, but at the moment, he likes to enjoy Melinda’s thumb.
"You’re not tall, but your muscles are very strong, Matt Cauthorn."
Matt opened his eyes and glanced back across his hip. Melinda just picked the fire in the fire to make it burn more brightly. Sweat was rolling down her body one by one. Her blonde hair was cut very short and a bunch of long hair was left at the back of her neck according to Eigil style. "If you think I am short, you can find another one."
"You’re not short enough for me," she grabbed his hair and gave a laugh. Matt’s hair is longer than hers. "And you’re cute. Relaxing and tightening your muscles won’t work."
Matt snorted and closed his eyes. Cute? Light! And he’s not tall. Some people in Eigil would say he’s short. He’s been to all his places and he’s taller than most men, although sometimes he’s a little taller. He remembers that when he was very tall, he was even taller in Birand, and he charged Yatu Eagle Wing on horseback. When Ma Aisin fought agari together, he was shorter than he is now. He once told Lan that he had heard these names and said that Ma Aisin was one of the ten-nation alliance-King Ahlon. Matt already knew this. Lan also said that it was four or five hundred years before the monster-man war. In 1998, a national orchid suspected that even the Brown Clan Two Masters would not know more than he did. Many historical materials were lost in the Beastman War and even more in the Hundred Years War. This is the earliest history that entered Matt’s mind, and it is also the latest to enter his brain memory. After Artoo Pantry Tario and Ahlon Maaisin, his mind was still blank.
"Will you be cold?" Melinda said in disbelief, "You are shaking." She climbed over him and Matt heard that she was adding wood to the fire. There were many shrubs in this place to make a fire. When Melinda climbed back to Matt, she slapped his ass and muttered, "What a muscle."
"If you keep doing this," Matt muttered, "I will. You’re going to treat me like a monster for dinner." It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy Melinda’s company-not if Melinda can’t afford to be taller than him, but it makes him feel uncomfortable.
"I won’t eat you, Matt Cauthorn." Her thumb pressed deep into his shoulder. "Just relax."
Matt thinks he will get married and settle down one day. People always do this. A woman locks herself in a place for the rest of her life. I have never heard of any woman who likes her husband to drink and gamble. Those people across the door frame of that special instrument told him that his fate is "September Women’s Marriage". Maybe a man will get married sooner or later, but he definitely doesn’t want to marry a Eigil woman. Now he wants to dance with more women as long as possible.
"I think you’re not here to eat, but to achieve greater glory," Melinda said softly.