“Well, no, he doesn’t, but it would still be nice to get the end of the story.” 'Can you help explain what’s going on?” Chronicler asked.īast sneered an evil sneer. When it was clear that he wasn’t going to get any more info out Chronicler went back to his room, where Bast joined him in short order. Chronicler ducked, and the blade lodged itself in the ear of the farting guy. The crowd murmured their assent to this sentiment, and one started speaking in a strange language, which led Bast to think perhaps he was a skin dancer, but it turned out he was just Pentecostal.Ĭhronicler turned to look at Bast, who gave him a thumbs up and threw a knife at him. If people read this story looking for those things, they wouldn’t get them, so they’ll be dissatisfied.”

“So people expect certain things from a story. “Yes, but it’s not a story,” Chronicler said. He handed him a clutch of papers the included eight pages of crude drawings of a girl making soap.Ĭhronicler looked at the drawings and tilted his head. One unsuccessfully tried to stifle a fart so foul it would have killed a king.Ĭhronicler waved back, turned to Kvothe, and said “Do you want to get started?” “Hey, look, it’s Chronicler!” Kvothe cried. The next morning, Chronicler was up before sunrise, and as he walked down to the common room of the Waystone, he saw Kvothe waiting on a handful of customers who had come for breakfast. “And like Aslan, I call all times ‘soon.’ ”Ĭhronicler didn’t know who Aslan was, but he didn't want to pry. “I was surprised, though, when you didn’t come down to finish the story.” “Check out these cool cards! Aren’t they awesome?” “Do you have any idea when he’s going to wake up?”Īs he retired to his room that night, Chronicler poked his head in to Kvothe’s room to make sure he was still breathing. When Bast showed up as the sun was setting, Chronicler asked where his master was. But as the day wore on, and the hours turned from morning until noon until night, Kvothe never came.

Chronicler awoke refreshed the following morning, and he walked down to the bar at the Waystone Inn awaiting Kvothe’s arrival to finish the story he had told the past two days.

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