There's A Reason For Everything

“Sleeping rough again?”

Mak Jin-yul had prattled and grumbled the whole day long, and this time she pitched it loud enough that I was plainly meant to hear. She was answering my order to go and find a place to sleep rough.

“Didn’t I tell you? If you don’t like it, just go.”

“Junior Brother, kill that scholar fellow.”

“I am to do it?”

“Why? Are you frightened? Kill him and I’ll take all the responsibility.”

“Surely not. More than once or twice I have believed those words, gone and done the thing, and been scolded for it. And once...