Ugh... What is that stench? That sweat-ridden, rotten scent? Why is it so close? Am I moving? What's going on? EGH! I can taste it! What is this? --A sock!?
I'm moving. Yes, there's no doubt. What is going on? I hear voices, but they are muffled. There's something over my ears. What are they saying?
The hound. I remember. That damn, damp, untied shoelace of a hound! I thought I had run away from it, thought I had gotten away-- hidden. How did it find me!? Those men. I thought they would turn and run, thought I could hide in the forest. The damn Lords wanted me out of their forest. There's no doubt. No trickery to keep them away, no desire to keep them around. They wanted me out!-- Where are we going?
Ah! The fresh air, finally! ---Wait, I don't know this smell. What is this place? I don't hear the forest, I don't smell it. People. Who is not home? What are these men on about?
--This is best for you. --Maybe this will help you.
They keep saying it, but it has no meaning. What is best for me? Why? Who? Why have I been taken here? --What is being put in my pocket!?
Stay here? Why? What note did you leave? Answer me, you wobbly table!
