#Chapter72
Nataniel woke up that morning. Again, Ariel had not slept. He was sitting beside the fire, looking at the firewood while adding small twigs or sticks to the fire at long intervals. Nataniel rubbed his eyes and walked out of the cottage. He touched the snow and closed his eyes, looking for food or prey. His eyes stopped at an old plum tree, he opened his eyes and saw that he was surrounded by plum trees. The cottage had disappeared, and he was in the middle of a plum forest. He heard a voice and chased it.
Someone was digging a ditch into the ground, with a bucket full of plum seeds. Nataniel looked at him from afar. He stopped digging and threw the shovel away. He turned back and looked at Nataniel, it was Remitte, he had stitches on his neck and an icy glare, /"Who digs the ditches, Nataniel?/" He asked him.
