Go back over the previous extract. Frigate, the apprentice healer is still a prisoner. He discovered the location of Népolard where he will live for a few weeks ...
Melvie considered the place where he would live during the absence of his master. At this time, the sun still chasing the shadows in tiny nooks and all the shutters were closed. None of the houses were very large, very small no. At most, they measured eighty paces. However, the wooden huts flanked, unexpected as outgrowths.
When the two travelers passed before the first house, Melva surprised. Not a child's laugh rang out. Not any noise that indicated life. Silence enveloped the village. He realized that no woman was embroidering on his doorstep, that no old man standing there either. How strange! He suddenly felt foreign, unwelcome. Too alive to these places. Then a thud Melvie distinguished and regular. He thought for a moment that was one of her heart, as his discomfort grew, more and fought harder. But the beating stopped and the village seemed dead.
By exceeding the second house, Melva saw a rake left near the door, and a tin pail. People living there So! The beating continued after a few strides, stronger. The apprentice realized that this model its not about speed: it irritated him. What was this gloomy spot where his master wanted to leave? Melvie, who felt the sweat dripping on his back and his heart beat faster, was not very sure how to take the test. Should succeed, however, does not disappoint his master.
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