The leaves were falling everywhere with the strong north winds that crossed all the forests.
My journey, which should have been a few weeks, had become a long journey of two months, why, for two reasons, one the Duke's men, they tried to marry me on several occasions, but I killed every damn wretch that wanted to do it, in two months I had killed more orcus than I used to do in a year, 69 damn beasts I ended up hunting, and only one wretch escaped, one that bothered me too much because he looked like Granet and therefore a little like my father.
