【生肉搬运】鸟雀Passerine 第二章(10)
“You’re late.”
Wilbur blinked in the dim sunlight barely breaking through the horizon. “Wha…?”
He blinked some more until he finally recognized his surroundings: the smooth marble floor, the four columns sculpted like gods bearing up the flat roof, ivy following over the roof’s edge like a waterfall, curtaining them off from the rest of the garden. This was the training pavilion—Father’s personal training area, where he attempted to teach Wilbur fencing before it became clear that weaponry was not to be Wilbur’s forte.
“It’s alright, son,” Father had said, carefully tending to the cut on Wilbur’s leg from his own rapier. “Kings don’t really need to know how to fight. That’s what armies are for.” Father had sounded angry as he said this, but Wilbur somehow knew it wasn’t because of him.
“But you know how.” Wilbur had pouted, dutifully trying to hold back tears as Father applied stinging herbs to his wound.
“Well,” said Father, “that’s different.”
“Different how?”
Wilbur blinked in the dim sunlight barely breaking through the horizon. “Wha…?”
He blinked some more until he finally recognized his surroundings: the smooth marble floor, the four columns sculpted like gods bearing up the flat roof, ivy following over the roof’s edge like a waterfall, curtaining them off from the rest of the garden. This was the training pavilion—Father’s personal training area, where he attempted to teach Wilbur fencing before it became clear that weaponry was not to be Wilbur’s forte.
“It’s alright, son,” Father had said, carefully tending to the cut on Wilbur’s leg from his own rapier. “Kings don’t really need to know how to fight. That’s what armies are for.” Father had sounded angry as he said this, but Wilbur somehow knew it wasn’t because of him.
“But you know how.” Wilbur had pouted, dutifully trying to hold back tears as Father applied stinging herbs to his wound.
“Well,” said Father, “that’s different.”
“Different how?”
步重华吴雩肉在第几章
