Chapter 21

• It was too cold, it was one of those fucking nights when winter claimed innocent lives. Although we were a people with wealth there were always people less fortunate. My father, king of the nation, concerned about this suffering, tried what any good ruler would do for his people.
• Several days ago he had left in search of the happy witch who would help us. Witch that she heard mention of a stranger who was helped by her, the only problem was that she did not return and began to fear for her life.
• Like every intensely cold night, I went down to the town to visit these people. My father had taught me to be good to my people, because a good king ruled for a long time keeping his people happy.