8 New order

"I BROUGHT GLOVES, HATS, AND COATS, EXCHANGED FOR IVORY, WEAPONS AND PIECES OF ARMOR."

Oswin stood in the same place where he had traded with milk and eggs, but in addition to these, he placed some pieces of fur that Blake had made.

The order for the night watch was ready, but some pieces were not of sufficient quality to sell to the black crows, and they came to the conclusion that it was better to trade them with members of the tribe.

Some of these came forward to make the normal deal of skins in exchange for milk and eggs, but no one came forward for clothing.

They were already giving the skins they covered themselves with in exchange for some food, they didn't want them back.

Oswin wasn't too concerned, but after a few hours, some interested parties asked if they could try on the clothes to which Oswin nodded.

The gloves fit snugly, the boots didn't warp and they had wooden bottoms, There was even a pair of shoes carved entirely out of wood that a warrior liked when he tried them on.

The shirts covered the whole body, with long sleeves, without leaving a gap where the cold could enter and attack them, as did the pants.

After some thought, some members of the tribe brought their treasures to exchange for these clothes.

By the end of the morning, Oswin had procured a worn knife, a metal arm guard, a two-meter chain, and a bronze helmet.

"Here we go..."

Before leaving, Oswin shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I WILL BE LEAVING THE VILLAGE FOR A FEW DAYS, IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE TRADING, YOU WILL HAVE TO GO TO MY HUT AND TALK TO MY SON, IF I DISCOVER ANY PROBLEMS, UPON MY ARRIVAL I WILL BE SURE TO CHARGE YOU IN BLOOD!!!!"

The tribesmen looked at Oswin in horror after hearing his words.

It was one thing to do business with him, but to go directly to the cursed child terrified them.

Oswin turned and walked back to his home without paying any more attention to the other tribesmen.

For two months, he went down every day leaving the option of milk and eggs available for some old skins, Now, if they wanted to have trades, they would have to go with his son they called the cursed child.

This would force all the hungry to engage Blake in conversation and thus accept him into the village.

And if anyone created trouble... Well, he'd better clear his throat by the time he got back.

Oswin arrived at his hut finishing the dark thought about what he would do to them if the need arose.

"Father."

Blake gave Oswin a nod as he entered and continued cooking the meal.

"I got some good stuff."

Oswin began tossing the furs and armor into a corner of the hut under Blake's gaze.

"I told you they'd buy it."

Oswin nodded.

"Is everything ready?"

Blake nodded again and served the food for his father and little sister then walked to a rough wooden chest from which he pulled the prepared pack.

"There are thirty pairs of gloves and thirty hats, We also have an extra ten leather vests and three capes, this should be enough to do a good deal."

Oswin nodded, he wanted that horse no matter what, he needed it to ride the trail from the tribe to the wall faster and safer.

If he didn't get it, he at least wanted more cattle to increase milk and egg production.

"Try to get a pan, a grill, a needle, scissors, and thread too, I need them."

Blake was tired of cooking on the old brass hull, so he requested his father.

"I'll see what I get."

Oswin finished eating and lay down to sleep, he had to leave very early in the morning and it was a long journey, so he wanted to rest.

Blake also went to sleep along with his sister, since his father would be gone for several days, it was better that he slept now.

In his dreams, he had visions of faraway places, giant monsters, and a pair of blue eyes that always watched him.

****************************************************

The next morning Oswin left the tribe as he had planned.

Blake took care of the stable and the forest traps instead.

When he returned to the cabin, he prepared for his new project.

He wanted to make a charcoal fire, so he took his father's black axe and began chopping the logs Oswin had prepared beforehand into small pieces for the rest of the morning.

His growth was still abnormally fast, and although his strength didn't seem to be increasing as fast, it was still increasing as he grew.

He could swing his father's black axe with relative ease, even though it must have weighed at least twenty-five kilograms.

As he chopped the firewood, Blake watched as five tribesmen slowly approached his hut.

They looked hesitant but moved closer until they were about five yards from where he stood.

Blake finally stopped chopping the firewood and looked them straight in the eye.

"Come for barter?"

The tribesmen looked between Blake and Ygritte, who was playing on some furs in front of the hut with Blake's carved wooden dolls until they heard him speak.

The one in front hesitated, but finally nodded and said.

"We brought furs to trade for eggs and milk!"

Blake nodded and stepped forward to look at the furs, but stopped at the shout of one of the savages.

"STAY AWAY, STAY AWAY, DEMON!!!"

"Aaaaahhhhuugggg."

Blake saw that the one who screamed was the most fearful savage going at the end.

He looked at them in boredom and walked over to Ygritte to hold her in his arms as she began to cry at the savage's scream.

"Leave the furs in the snow, I need to see them."

The wildlings watched Blake gently care for Ygritte, Oswin's daughter, who looked like a normal child and nodded leaving the furs on the ground and walking away another ten feet.

Blake left Ygritte on the furs in front of the hut after comforting her and carried a basket of eggs and a bowl full of milk next to the furs.

There were two rabbit skins in good condition, a sealskin, and a large fox skin that was a bit old.

If it were his father, he would not have accepted the wolf skin since besides being old it looked a bit ratty, but he preferred to save himself trouble with these savages and took everything leaving the equitable in food.

"Take your share."

Blake watched as the savages hesitantly took their fair share and walked down the hill where their hut was.

"One step at a time..."

Blake shook his head at the savages' actions and continued chopping wood.

No more tribesmen came for the rest of the day, but the next day twice as many savages came up the hill.

This time they saw Blake setting up the campfire, and their eyes filled with fear believing it was to burn alive those who sought to rob him.

This group also did not want to come within five meters of the cabin and Blake, so Blake repeated the same actions of the previous day, and the exchanges were made without much trouble.

On the third day, the same thing happened, and it wasn't until the fourth day since Oswin's departure for Shadow Tower that a change occurred.

Blake watched as seven members of the tribe came up, three were quite stout and the last four were young.

At the head, a man as tall and stocky as his father led the way to the cabin, he looked nothing like the starving savages who had come before.

Blake thought that like the others he would stay several yards from the cabin, but to his surprise, they moved forward until they were in front of him before speaking.

"Are you Oswin's son?"

Blake looked the man in the head and nodded.

"Yes, my name is Blake, what do you want from me?"

The man looked at Blake for a few seconds before motioning to the second burliest boy, and he threw a sack in the snow in front of his feet.

Blake was interested as they sounded like pieces of armor, and when the boy opened the sack, he confirmed his guess as a full set of armor was displayed.

He saw a steel helmet, black chainmail in good condition, two black armguards, two black leather gloves, a steel breastplate with only a couple of dents, and even a pair of boots, shoulder pads, and a well-cared-for black cloak.

Blake was a bit surprised by the full set of armor.

This must have belonged to a night guard from a large family, nothing came to mind that he had that this man wanted in exchange for this armor.

"I don't have anything worth that much."

Blake shook his head looking at the armor, the only thing he could trade would be his stable, and he wasn't willing to give it away.

"I'm Wymond, I want to trade this armor for that."

Blake looked at Wymond pointing at his hut and understood what had happened.

The savages who came down these last few days must have spread the news about his hut.

All the tribesmen lived in poorly built huts, Seeing the big log cabin, with a fireplace and as strong as an oak tree must have moved this savage warrior's heart, so much so, that he was willing to trade his treasure in exchange for it.

Blake would not sell the cabin, but he could accept the wild warrior's request.

"I cannot give you my father's hut, but I can build a new one for you, though I will need some of your help."

Blake had more eloquence than any of these savages, so his words sometimes confused his father.

Wymond thought for a few seconds trying to better understand Blake's words, and asked.

"Will you build one for me?"

Blake nodded and said.

"Yes, just tell me where and get me some good logs."