Chapter 277: Sweet Wine
A few weeks ago, Mukhulai was accompanying an entourage of a squad of ten soldiers. In accompanying these soldiers, he met an old man in their journey
The circumstances of meeting this old man is already very weird, bizarre and surreal
This old man is blind in one eye and ask for a piece of food from him. Not the soldiers. Not the officers.
But him. A slave. A mere messenger. Mukhulai when he sees this old man, he feels pity.
Mukhulai suggested to the old man that if he wanted food, he could ask the soldiers. The soldiers might not be very kind to enemies but they could spare some food
But the old man insisted on asking him.
Mukhulai felt that the old man reminded him of himself in the past and shares a bit of his meat, give him some food, some water, so that the old man could refresh himself.
A law of hospitality is honoured. The old man thank him gracefully, hold his hand and kiss it and then after doing this, he walk away from them.
And he thought nothing of it until a few days ago, he met this old man among the people of the tribe.
At that time Mukhulai was in the market, wanting to buy some supplies, some food and some tools when he noticed the old man walking among the crowd.
He chases after the old man and arrive at a tent a bit further than the main settlement.