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with no chance to consult anyone else。 So I cannot promise。 But I will promise to try。 Is that enough？〃
〃I suppose。 Catalyst；〃 he muttered。
〃So the Fool calls me； too；〃 I plained。
Chade stopped abruptly in the midst of starting to say something。 〃Does he really？〃 he asked intently。
〃He clubs me with the word every chance he gets。〃 I walked down to Chade's hearth and sat down before his fire。 The heat felt good。 〃Burrich says that too strong a dose of elfbark can lead to bleak spirits afterward。〃
〃Do you find it so？〃
〃Yes。 But it could be the circumstances。 Yet Verity seemed often depressed； and he used it frequently。 Again； it could be the circumstances。〃
〃It may be we shall never know。〃
〃You speak very freely tonight。 Naming names； ascribing motives。〃
〃All is gaiety in the Great Hall tonight。 Regal was certain he had bagged his game。 All his watches were relaxed； all his spies given a night's liberty。〃 He looked at me sourly。 〃I am sure it will not be the same again for a while。〃
〃So you think what we say here can be listened to。〃
〃Anywhere I can listen and peep； from there it is possible I could be overheard and spied upon。 Only just possible。 But one does not get to be as old as I am by taking chances。〃
An old memory suddenly made sense。 〃You once told me that in the Queen's Garden； you are blind。〃
〃Exactly。〃
〃So you did not know…〃
〃I did not know what Galen was putting you through； at the time he was doing it。 I was privy to gossip； much of it unreliable and all of it far after the fact。 But on the night he beat you and left you to die 。。。 No。〃 He looked at me strangely。 〃Had you believed I could know of such a thing and take no action？〃
〃You had promised not to interfere with my instruction；〃 I said stiffly。
Chade took his chair； leaned back with a sigh。 〃I don't think you will ever pletely trust anyone。 Or believe that someone cares about you。〃
Silence filled me。 I didn't know the answer。 First Burrich and now Chade； forcing me to look at myself in unfortable ways。
〃Ah； well；〃 Chade conceded to my silence。 〃As I began to say earlier。 Salvage。〃
〃What do you want me to do？〃
He breathed out through his nose。 〃Nothing。〃
〃But 。。。〃
〃Absolutely nothing。 Remember this at all times。 King…in…Waiting Verity is dead。 Live that belief。 Believe that Regal has the right to claim his spot； believe he has the right to do all the things he does。 Placate him for now； give him nothing to fear。 We must make him believe he has won。〃
I thought for a moment。 Then I stood and drew my belt knife。
〃What are you doing？〃 Chade demanded。
〃What Regal would expect me to do； did I truly believe Verity was dead。〃 I reached in back of my head； to where a leather thong bound my hair back in a warrior's tail。
〃I have shears；〃 Chade pointed out in annoyance。 He went and got them and stood behind me。 〃How much？〃
I considered。 〃As extreme as I can be； short of mourning him as a crowned King。〃
〃Are you sure？〃
〃It's what Regal would expect of me。〃
〃That's true； I suppose。〃 With a single clip； Chade took off my hair at the knot。 It felt strange to have it suddenly fall forward； short； not even to my jaw。 As if I were a page again。 I reached up and felt its shortness as I asked him； 〃What will you be doing？〃 '
〃Trying to find a safe place for Kettricken and the King。 I must make all things ready for their flight。 When they go； they must vanish like shadows when the light es。〃
〃Are you sure this is necessary？〃
〃What else is left for us？ They are no more than hostages now。 Powerless。 The Inland Dukes have turned to Regal； the Coastal Dukes have lost faith in King Shrewd。 Kettricken has made herself allies amongst them； however。 I must tug at the strings she has spun and see what I can arrange。 At least we can see them placed where their safety cannot be used against Verity when he es back to reclaim his crown。〃
〃If he returns；〃 I said gloomily。
〃When。 The Elderlings will be with him。〃 Chade looked at me sourly。 〃Try to believe in something； boy。 For my sake。〃
Without a doubt； the time that I spent under Galen's tutelage was the worst period of my life at Buckkeep。 But the week that followed that night with Chade runs a close second。 We were an anthill； kicked apart。 No matter where I went in the Keep； there were constant reminders that the foundations of my life had been shattered。 Nothing would ever be as it was before。
There was a great influx of folk from the Inland Duchies； e to witness Regal being king…in…waiting。 Had not our stables been so depleted already； it would have taxed Burrich and Hands to keep up with them。 As it was； it seemed like Inlanders were everywhere； tall； towheaded Farrow men； and brawny Tilth farmers and cattlemen。 They were a bright contrast to the glum Buckkeep soldiers with their mourning cropped hair。 Not a few clashes occurred。 The grumble from Buckkeep Town took the form of jests paring the invasion of the Inlanders with the raids of the Outislanders。 The humor had always a bitter edge。
For the counterpoint to this influx of folk and business in Buckkeep Town was the outflow of goods from Buckkeep。 Rooms were stripped shamelessly。 Tapestries and rugs； furniture and tools； supplies of all kinds were drained out of the Keep； to be loaded on barges and taken upriver to Tradeford； always to be 〃kept safe〃 or 〃for the fort of the King。〃 Mistress Hasty was at her wit's end to house so many guests when half the furniture was being hauled off to barges。 Some days it seemed that Regal was attempting to see that all he could not carry off with him was devoured before he left。
At the same time he was sparing no expense to be sure that his crowning as king…in…waiting would be as full of pomp and ceremony as possible。 I truly did not know why he bothered with it at all。 To me； at least； it seemed plain he planned on abandoning four of the Six Duchies to their own devices。 But as the Fool had once warned me； there was no point to trying to measure Regal's wheat with my bushels。 We had no mon standard。 Perhaps to insist the Dukes and nobles of Bearns and Rippon and Shoaks e to witness him assume Verity's crown was some subtle form of revenge I could not understand。 Little enough did he care what hardship it worked upon them to e to Buckkeep at a time when their shores were so beleaguered。 I was not surprised that they were slow to arrive； and that when they did； they were shocked at the sacking of Buckkeep。 Word of Regal's plan to remove himself and the King and Kettricken had not been spread to the Coastal Duchies by any means other than rumor。
But long before the Coastal Dukes arrived； while I still endured the greater general chaos； the rest of my life began to rattle into pieces。 Serene and Justin began to haunt me。 I was aware of them； often physically following me； but just as often Skilling at the edges of my consciousness。 They were like pecking birds e after any loose thoughts I might have； snatching at casual daydreams or any unguarded moment of my life。 That was bad enough。 But I saw them now as only the distraction； the diversion created to keep me from being aware of Will's more subtle haunting。 So I set my guards most strongly about my mind； knowing I probably shielded out Verity as well。 I feared this was their actual intent； but dared reveal that fear to no one。 I watched constantly behind myself； using every sense Nighteyes and I possessed。 I vowed I would be more wary； and set myself the task of discovering what the other coterie members worked at。 Burl was at Tradeford； ostensibly helping prepare the place for King Shrewd's fort。 I had no idea where Carrod was； and there was no one I could discreetly ask。 The only thing I could discover for certain was that he was no longer on the Constance。 So I worried。 And became almost mad with worry that I did not detect Will shadowing after me anymore。 Did he know I had bee aware of him？ Or was he so good I could not detect him？ I began to live my life as if every move I made were watched。
Horses and breeding stock were not all that was taken from the stables。 Burrich told me one morning that Hands was gone。 He had not had time to bid anyone good…bye。 〃They took the last of the good stock yesterday。 The best is long gone； but these were good horses； and they were taking them overland to Tradeford。 Hands was simply told he was to go along。 He came to me； protesting； but I told him to go。 At least the horses will have well…trained hands taking care of them in their new home。 Besides； there is nothing for him here。 There is no stable left for anyone to be stablemaster over。〃
I followed him silently on what had once been our morning rounds。 The mews held only ancient or injured birds。 The clamor of dogs had been reduced to a sparse baying and a few yips。 The horses that remained were the unsound； the almost promising； the past their prime； the injured that had been kept in the hopes of breeding something from them。 When I came to Sooty's empty stall； my heart stood sti