Herbalists' Cache change my mind so much I can't find it

"i tell you, nehzuunxel."

the tale of cen: a man who had loved his wife and adored her in all ways. he had been angry when their son was born with a hurt leg, yes, but his anger had been mistaken. sun eater left aside the patterns, the detailing. she knew none of these faces and would not ask. he was free then to omit, to embellish, until his tale was of a man deceived by the leaders he served and knocked unconscious.

he had woken as a captive of the moon tribes and his crime had not been told to him. they had shoved him to trial and accused things he had not done.

sun eater stopped there abruptly, watching the herds pass in meandering eternity.

"moon woman kukutux order this," the tearing out of his eye. the blinding. "her daughter do it."

a genuine look of enraged anguish then, remembering the cascade of pain. "they exile me. not come back or die. i go back once, to raid for son. ghelan. easy. no blood. not there, at great hunt. i bring him here. but not go again. not see wife again." he shrugged, feigning an agony at red leaf's assumed bedding of the caribou hunter, something he believed so much that it had become truth to him. "she choose other man."

and at last the scarred socket turned toward gjalla. "they earn all i do to them."