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was a sumptuous gift； and it was received in an awed silence。 When Duke Kelvar recovered himself； he rose to offer a toast to his queen and to the unborn Farseer heir。 So swiftly had the rumor bee general knowledge。 Queen Kettricken colored prettily； but managed her thanks well。
Those brief days of victory were a healing balm to us all。 We had fought； and fought well。 Neatbay would rebuild； and the Outislanders had no hold in Bayguard。 For a brief time it seemed possible that we could win free of them entirely。
Before we had left Neatbay； the songs were already being sung； about a Queen with her skirts bundled up standing bold against the Red…Ships； and of the child in her womb who was a warrior before birth。 That the Queen would risk not only herself but the heir to the throne for Rippon Duchy was not lost upon any of them。 First Duke Brawndy of Bearns； and now Kelvar of Rippon； I thought to myself。 Kettricken was doing well at winning the Duchies' loyalty。
I had my moments at Neatbay； both warming and chilling。 For Lady Grace； on seeing me in the Great Hall； recognized me and came to speak to me。 〃So；〃 she had said after greeting me quietly； 〃my kitchen dog boy has the blood of kings in him。 No wonder you advised me so well； those years ago。〃 She had grown well into being a lady and a Duchess。 Her feist dog still went everywhere with her； but now he ran about at her heels； and this change pleased me almost as much as her easy carriage of her title and her obvious affection for her duke。
〃We have both changed much； Lady Grace；〃 I replied； and she accepted the pliment I intended。 The last time I had seen her had been when I had traveled here with Verity。 She had not then been so fortable being a Duchess。 I had met her in the kitchens； when her dog had been choking on a bone。 I had persuaded her then that her duke's coin was better spent on watchtowers than jewelry for her。 Back then； she had been very new to being a Duchess。 Now she seemed never to have been anything else。
〃Not a dog boy anymore？〃 she asked with a wry smile。
〃Dog boy？ Man wolf！〃 observed someone。 I turned to see who had spoken； but the hall was crowded and no face seemed turned to watch us。 I shrugged as if the remark were of no consequence； and Lady Grace appeared not to have even heard it。 She presented me with a token of her favor before I left。 It still makes me smile to think on it： a tiny pin in the shape of a fish's bones。 〃I had this made； to remind me 。。。 I should like you to have it now。〃 She herself seldom wore jewelry anymore； she told me。 She handed it to me on a balcony； on a dark evening when the lights of Duke Kelvar's watchtowers glittered like diamonds against the black sky。
CHAPTER TWENTY…FIVE
Buckkeep
TRADEFORD CASTLE ON the Vin River was one of the traditional residences of the ruling family of Farrow。 This was the place where Queen Desire had spent her childhood； and here she returned with her son Regal during the summers of his childhood。 The town of Tradeford is a lively place； a center for merce in the heart of orchard…and…grain country。 The Vin River is a sleepily navigable water； making travel easy and pleasant。 Queen Desire had always insisted it was superior to Buckkeep in every regard and would have served much better as a seat for the royal family。
The trip back to Buckkeep was eventful only in small ways。 Kettricken was worn and tired by the time we were to return。 Although she tried not to show it； it was evident in the circles under her eyes and the set of her mouth。 Duke Kelvar furnished her with a litter for the trip home； but a brief ride in it showed her that its swaying only made her more nauseated。 She returned it with thanks and rode home astride her mare。
Our second night on the road home； Foxglove came to our fire and told Burrich she thought she had seen a wolf； several times that day。 Burrich shrugged indifferently and assured her it was probably just curious； and was no threat to us。 After she left； Burrich turned to me and said； 〃That's going to happen once too often。〃
〃What？〃
〃A wolf； seen in your vicinity。 Fitz； have a care。 There were rumors； back when you killed those Forged ones。 There were tracks all about； and the marks on those men were never made by any blade。 Someone told me they saw a wolf prowling Neatbay the night of the battle。 I even heard a wild tale about a wolf who changed into a man when the battle was over。 There were tracks in the mud outside the Queen's very tent from that night； as well for you that everyone was so tired and in so much of a hurry to dispose of the dead。 There were a few there that did not die at a man's hand。〃
A few？ Fa！
Burrich's face contorted in anger。 〃That will cease。 Now。〃
You are strong； Heart of the Pack； but
The thought was broken and I heard a sudden yelp of surprise from off in the brush。 Several of the horses startled and looked in that direction。 I myself was staring at Burrich。 He had repelled at Nighteyes； fiercely and from a distance。
Luckily for you； from a distance； for the strength of that 。。。 I began to warn Nighteyes。
Burrich's gaze swung to me。 〃I said； that will cease！ Now！〃 He looked aside from me in disgust。 〃I'd rather you rode with your hand in your pants than that you did that constantly in my presence。 It offends me。〃
I could think of nothing to say。 Years of living together had taught me that he would not be argued out of his feelings about the Wit。 He knew I was bonded to Nighteyes。 That he would still tolerate my presence was as far as he could unbend。 I need not constantly remind him that the wolf and I shared minds。 I bowed my head in assent。 That night； for the first time in a long time； my dreams were my own。
I dreamed of Molly。 She wore red skirts again； and crouched on the beach； cutting sheel from the stones with her belt knife and eating them rave。 She looked up at me and smiled。 I came closer。 She leaped up and ran barefoot down the beach in front of me。 I chased her； but she was as fleet as she had ever been。 Her hair blew back off her shoulders； and she only laughed when I called out to her to wait； wait。 I awoke feeling strangely glad that she had outrun me； and with the dream scent of lavender still in my mind。
We expected to be well greeted at Buckkeep。 The ships； given the kinder weather； should have made land before us； to give tidings of our success。 So we were not surprised to see a contingent of Regal's guard ing forth to meet us。 What did seem strange was that after they sighted us； they continued to walk their horses。 Not a man yelled； or waved a greeting。 Instead they came toward us silent and sober as ghosts。 I think Burrich and I saw at the same time the baton the lead man carried； the small polished stick that betokened serious tidings。
He turned to me as we watched them approach。 Dread was written large on his face。 〃King Shrewd has died？〃 he suggested softly。
I felt no surprise； only a gaping loss in me。 A frightened boy inside me gasped that now no one and nothing could stand between me and Regal。 In another part； I wondered what it would have been like to call him 〃Grandfather〃 instead of 〃my king。〃 But those selfish parts were small pared with what it meant to this King's Man。 Shrewd had shaped me； made me what I was； for good or ill。 He had picked up my life one day； a boy playing under a table in the Great Hall； and set his stamp upon it。 His decision that I must read and write； must be able to wield a sword or disperse a poison。 It seemed to me that with his passing； I must take responsibility for my own acts now。 It was a strangely frightening thought。
All had bee aware of the lead man's burden。 We halted on the road。 Like a curtain parting； Kettricken's guard opened to allow him to approach her。 A terrible silence held as he handed her the baton； and then the small scroll。 The red sealing wax flaked away from her nail。 I watched it fall to the muddy road。 Slowly she opened the scroll and read it。 Something went out of her in that reading。 Her hand fell to her side。 She let the scroll follow the wax to the mud； a thing done with； a thing she never wished to peruse again。 She did not faint； nor cry out。 Her eyes looked afar； and she set her hand gently atop her belly。 And in that motion； I knew it was not Shrewd who was dead； but Verity。
I reached for him。 Somewhere； surely somewhere； coiled small inside me； a spark of a link； the tiniest thread of a connection 。。。 no。 I did not even know when it had vanished。 I recalled that whenever I fought； I was likely to break my link with him。 It did not help。 I recalled now what had seemed just an oddity on the night of the battle。 I had thought I had heard Verity's voice； crying out； issuing orders that made no sense。 I could not recall one individual word of what he might have shouted。 But now it seemed to me that they had been battle orders； orders to scatter； to seek cover perhaps； or 。。。 but I could not recall anything with certainty。 I looked over at Burrich； to find the question in his eyes。 I had to shrug。 〃I don't know；〃 I said quiet