273 7.1 What A Way To Start My Leap..! (2/2)

Only the old me had the answers and when I studied it, I discovered that the 15 lads had cheated me of 20 shillings (silver coins) on a bet that I could shoot an adult deer some 400 meters away and I was too young to hold a bow and an arrow.

Their mockery made me lost my temper and I acknowledged the bet and in the end, when I had shot the deer, no one wanted to pay up and even ridiculed at me and saying that I had killed one of the King's game.

They wished to report to the officials that I had slain the King's game and to earn that 20 shillings for themselves instead, as a reward. With blind wrath, I turned loose a few arrows at their direction and one by one fell to their sides. No one bullies me and makes use of me and gets away with it.

That was someone else a few seconds before I transmigrated to this body. Damn...! I never knew this boy had such a fiery tantrum and was so damn good with his archery. But taking out defenceless lads was as good as murder, and right now, I need a place to hide and turn that goddamn name above my head back to white or whatsoever.

Damn... At least in this series, I don't have to introduce myself and everyone had their name on top of their heads. Hahahaha. Time to move, old boy. ”This brook seems to flow upstream... It would be better to keep close but not too close before I could find its source. It would be better being upstream and not drinking someone's body fluids. Who knows you might end up seeing a submarine (a floating piece of shit) after you had scooped a cupful of water to drink.” Yuuuuuccckkkkksssss.....!!!

I reckoned to myself as I shouldered my bow and my leather quiver. I clasped the blanket over myself like a shawl and held the basket in the crook of my arm. When the shawl was wrapped, it was like a disguise and the name above my head temporarily disappeared. I gazed at my reflection on the surface of the Brook and I laughed to myself.

This is not Robin Hood... This is the Little Brown Riding Hood... Off to massacre some wolves that had devoured his granny. Hahahahahaha. And I proceeded to skip along the side of the stream, moving upstream, as I got further away from the crime scene of the marketplace.

I jogged my memories and found that this is Medieval England back in the 12th Century and the Lordship was King Richard the 1st and I have to tell myself not to kill anyone else in the fits of fury due to bullying. How about if I bully others instead and thinking on how to make a name for myself, without making myself publically exposed.

After some hours, I had reached a fork of two rivers and deciding on which to follow. I dropped a leaf on the surface and found that one river was flowing faster than the other and I made up my mind to head upstream towards the faster flowing one.

It was soon turning into dusk and I saw a brown long-eared rabbit in the distance, and deploy an arrow on my bow and quickly disengaged it towards the poor rabbit, and it quickly met its demise. I gingerly went over and picked the animal up and retrieved the arrow.

”Sigh... Let this be my meal for tonight and thanked the heavens for it.”I had a dagger on my right side of the belt near my dangling coin pouch and I quickly dressed the rabbit. A small magnesium flint and strike was attached to the knife (it was a Bushcraft Survival Series knife. A small piece of modern tech) and I quickly made a small fire made from the dry kindling near the trees.

I cut the fleshy parts of the rabbit and skewered the meat through some green twigs while I made a horizontal kind of pit to strung up the rest of the rabbit. I stoked up some firewood and let the heat radiating to roast the skewered meat.

I took a few long branches and placed 2 vertically on the ground. Then I position a few across it and secured it with some twines. The blanket that I had with me would serve as a groundsheet. I went over a short distance away and cut some tall grasses and brought it back several trips. I then interlaced the grass between the branches and made sort of partition against the cool breeze. Seeing stars above the sky means it would a good night with no chance of a downpour.

It is not as elaborate as the A-frame shelter that was made in the first series, but this is better than nothing. The ground was brushed clear of rocks and pebbles to make way for a hearth for me to lie down. I fashioned a sort of mattress with the grasses and one end of the blanket was folded it in and stuffed it with grass to make a pillow.

”Hahahahaha... Not bad”. I thought to myself. A shelter and a bed are ready. Now left is to wait for the roasted meat to be ready and time to chow down. I wondered if the stream had fishes so I would be able to make some hooks and line to fish and make grilled fish instead. It is much faster to deal with rabbits and other wildlife.

The sizzling of meat on the sticks indicated that the meat is being cooked and ready to eat. I clawed at the embers and pulled it away from the skewers and gathered it nicely right below the overhanging rabbit's bone and shreds of meat.

It was my first time eating rabbit and killing it the first time made me think back of my old cat. ”Sigh... How can I think of the food that I'm going to consume to be like cats... Haiyoo... ” I took a piece of the skewer and smelled its roasted meat and closed my eyes while I bit it.

”Hmm... Smells like chicken, and tasted just like one. It's more tender though... Nom... Nom... Nom...” and soon I had finished the 5 or 6 sticks of skewered meat and I was going through the roasted meat on the spit. I dig a hole near a tree and buried the remains.”Hope it would turn into fertiliser.” I thought as I rinsed my hands, mouth and face before I doused the fire, snuck behind the partition and lay down on the hearth.

Soon, my eyes became droopy and I had fallen asleep due to my earlier exertion of running away from those who wanted to catch me.