The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Much smoother than Johnson Schilling expected.

When he took over the carriage, he was told: "The queen is mad, she may scream suddenly, and may hurt herself." And he himself was worried that the queen was too beautiful, and dressing up as a man would easily arouse suspicion.

But none of that happened.Most of the time, the queen sat quietly in the car, and those who checked their papers believed that the car was a sad teenager.

But the queen was too quiet.They tried their best to take the path, which was too desolate, making people want to chat with their companions, especially the current situation and what happened to their best friends made him want to confide.But he said a lot, but the only person who was traveling with him didn't respond at all, which made Johnson Schilling gradually lose interest in talking, and there was only the sound of carriages and silence on the long escape road.

The only crisis is when they pass a village.

Johnson Schilling knew that farmers were extremely wary of outsiders these days, and men and boys spontaneously formed patrols to patrol the countryside with farm tools.

Johnson Schilling picked up speed every time he passed a village.

But when they passed that village, they happened to meet that the patrol team of that village was massacring a homeless man from other places.Johnson Schilling thought at first that the blood had stimulated the queen, and the queen suddenly became agitated, but he immediately found out that it was because of the peasants' slogans, they shouted: "In the name of the king—"

The queen clapped the window of the carriage angrily and shouted: "The king is dead, you killed him!"

Fortunately, the two horses pulling the cart were still alive and helped them escape from the vigilant villagers.When they got to a safe place, Johnson Schilling looked back into the carriage and found that the queen was weeping silently with her eyes closed, and those eyes hadn't been dry since then.

It wasn't until he entered the territory of the Stone family—he was still used to saying that, rather than the territory of the Earl of Kent—that the queen became a little happier, and even took the initiative to talk to him, asking him, "Are you going to take me home?"

Johnson Schilling also became happy, and said: "Yes! Allen said that others must think that we are fleeing abroad. All customs are very dangerous, but here is relatively safe."

The queen nodded and said: "He is always so bold, because it is too unexpected, but it is easy to succeed."

The queen didn't continue to ask about Allen, which made Johnson Schilling complain a little, but he immediately remembered the queen's reform measures, and thought: "Maybe she is just out of optimism and strength."

After all, Alan Stone is still alive, and that alone is something to be thankful for.

After arriving at the villa, someone immediately came to meet them and pulled their carriage into the backyard.The queen seemed to be very familiar with this place, and led him into the house through a small door in the backyard, and told him: "This is the servant's passage."

The queen even wanted to go to the kitchen to get some food, but was stopped by the servants who came to meet them, for fear of being seen by unreliable servants.The valet asked them to stay in the library, since no one usually came here, and went to fetch them some food himself.

Both of them were starving, and even though they were always depressed like the queen, after taking two bites slowly, they couldn't help but gobble it up.

As they ate, the footman told them that neighboring Maple Grove Hills had been raided by sharecroppers.Peasants rushed in to loot food, wine, and valuables, and burned title deeds and tax books.Mrs. Odor was not at home, and Mrs. Odor was so frightened that a servant was said to have been killed in front of her, and the blood spattered in her eyes, so that she always felt that she was going blind.

The servant also said that although the Kent Hills were lucky enough not to be attacked by farmers, the lady also fell ill when she heard the bad news about Master William and Master Allen.

At this moment, Johnson Schilling noticed that the queen had stopped chewing, and stared at the servant with horrified eyes, and asked him, "What nonsense are you talking about? William and Allen are fighting at the front line, and they have hardly lost, so what's so bad about it?" information?"

Only then did Johnson Schilling realize how serious the queen's madness was, and hurriedly signaled the servant to stop talking.The male servant also felt that the queen's eyes were very scary, so he found an excuse and left.

After he left, the queen said to Johnson Schilling in a still somewhat angry tone: "This is very taboo on the battlefield, isn't it? You can't say things that will bring bad luck."

Johnson Schilling looked at the queen worriedly.He had heard such stories, which happened to be told to him by Alan Stone.Allen had seen the kind of soldier who refused to accept the death of his best friend on the battlefield. After the war, his body was stinking, and he insisted on carrying him back to his hometown, saying that there was a good doctor at home who could cure him.

Johnson Schilling didn't know what to say to the queen.

After dark, the servant came to invite them again, saying that the lady was awake and wanted to ask them about Master Allen.

Johnson Schilling worried that this would irritate the queen, but the queen was already up, holding a candle.The queen is familiar with this place, and Johnson Schilling doesn't know how to stop it.

They didn't expect Madam to be so seriously ill. Judging from Johnson Schilling's experience, she was already dying.

Mrs. Johnson asked Schilling: "Allen is still alive?"

Johnson Schilling nodded.The madam held his withered hand firmly, "If you can save Grace, then you must be able to save Alan too! Please, save him! They say people are beheaded every day!"

Johnson Schilling comforted her and said: "Alan will not be beheaded. He has so many military exploits and is a national hero. And the Earl has been working on this matter. He is very talkative in the capital."

The lady's cloudy eyes cleared up for a moment, and after a while, she asked him again: "Did William die painfully?"

"No pain. He died a heroic death, a bullet in the chest as we blew the horn of victory."

"William..." Tears welled up in Madam's eyes, "Did he hear the horn?"

Johnson Schilling assured her: "He must have heard it. The horn was loud. Commodore Ston died in victory."

At this time, he thought of the queen, and quickly turned his head to look over, and saw the queen glaring at him fiercely.The quiet face he had watched all the way suddenly became extremely terrifying, which made him tremble in his heart.By this time the queen had turned and strode away.

Johnson Schilling hurriedly chased him out and found the Queen standing in the corridor holding a candle, motionless.

He walked quietly, stepping on the queen's shadow.He was wary at first, fearing that the queen would hurt himself, and then he took out the handkerchief—on the way here, when the queen was crying, he didn't have time to hand over a handkerchief, which made him always feel very rude.

But the Queen just stood there without making a sound, much less crying.

The footman also came out, and wanted them to go back to the library, out of sight.But Johnson Schilling looked at the statue-like queen and begged him not to disturb, and let the queen stay quietly for a while.

The servant stood with them, and gradually couldn't hold on anymore, so he left first, leaving only Johnson Schilling standing here with the queen.

Johnson Schilling didn't check the time, because he felt that the act of pulling out his pocket watch would disturb the sad sculpture.He himself felt the atmosphere of sadness leaking frantically from the sculpture beside him, filling the whole corridor and the whole house.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, if he felt tired, it must have been more than an hour.

The candle was shaken, and the queen finally spoke: "Is what you said true?"

Johnson Schilling found it difficult to speak, so he gave a hoarse "um", and felt that it was too blunt, and added: "It's true."

The queen walked forward with a candle in her hand. Johnson Shilling hadn't made up his mind whether to chase after him, but saw the queen fall down, her knees slammed heavily, and the candle in her hand rolled to the ground.

Johnson Schilling ran over in a hurry, but the queen had already stood up by herself leaning on the wall, and the candle lying on the ground was still burning, illuminating her frail feet.

Johnson Schilling stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to touch that arm, and asked, "Can you go?"

Grace waved her hands lightly and slowly went upstairs.

He came to William's door.He didn't come to this room very often. William usually took him to the study, or the library. If the weather was fine, they would go outside, to the woods, to the river.

He pushed open the door, he still remembered the furnishings here, nothing changed.

He still remembers the first time he walked into this room.He was so small then that William had to hold him to sit on the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, as cautious as he was when he was a child, feeling that he was dirty, so he only dared to sit on a small edge.And William was so tall at the time that he needed to lower his head when looking at him, so he squatted down and talked to himself.

So Grace got up again, crouching down by the bed, throwing her head back, as William had done that day.

But he immediately remembered that he was too dirty.William is always clean.He hurried downstairs, went to his small bedroom in the basement to get a small basin, and went to the courtyard to scoop cold water many times before washing himself clean.It's a pity that he can't wash his hair seriously, but fortunately his hair is very short now.He's happy that his hair is about the same length as William's now.

He simply changed into William's clothes, which were taken out of the closet, and they were also very clean.He's worn a lot bigger, but he's very happy.

He also took out the quilt from the cabinet to make the bed, imagining that William used to make his own bed every night when he was at home.He still remembered that William was not good at handling servants, and he was used to doing many things by himself.

He lay down on the bed and saw the ceiling with his eyes. There were no paintings or nice chandeliers, and it looked a bit monotonous.He imagined that William saw such a roof every night before going to bed.

He closed his eyes, getting ready for sleep, imagining William falling asleep on time every night.

He also imagined his heart stopping.

He imagined himself dead.