I thought of all the small ways in which I was not prepared and then gave it up as useless. In a very short time, the Fool and I shouldered our packs. Nighteyes rose, stretched thoroughly, and went to the door to precede us. I shall miss the fireplace. But the hunting will be better. He accepted all so calmly. The Fool took a careful look around the hut, and then closed the door behind us. “That’s the first place I’ve ever lived that was solely mine,” he observed as we walked away from it. “You leave so much behind to do this,” I said awkwardly, thinking of his tools, his half-finished
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