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At midmorning I was admitted to the Queen's chamber。 I brought with me a number of scrolls on herbs。 Kettricken was reclining on a couch before the hearth； playing the part of both bereaved wife and anxious mother…to…be。 I could see that it wore on her； and that her fall had caused her more pain in truth than she cared to admit。 She looked little better than she had the night before； but I greeted her warmly and proceeded to work my way through every herb listed； one after the other； with much discussion as to the benefits of each。 I succeeded in boring most of her ladies away； and she finally dismissed the last three to bring tea； find her more pillows； and look for another scroll on herbs that Kettricken said was in Verity's study。 Little Rosemary had long since dozed off in a warm corner by the hearth。 As soon as the rustle of their skirts had faded； I spoke quickly； knowing I had little time。
〃You will be leaving tomorrow night； after the King…in…Waiting ceremony；〃 I told her； and spoke on although she had parted her lips to ask a question。 〃Dress warmly and take winter things。 Not many。 Go to your bedchamber alone； as early as you decently can。 Plead that the ceremony and your grief have exhausted you。 Send your attendants away； say you must sleep； and tell them not to e back until you summon them。 Bar your door。 No。 Only listen。 There is little time。 Ready yourself to leave； and then stay in your room。 One will e for you。 Trust the Pocked Man。 The King is going with you。 Trust me；〃 I told her desperately as we heard returning footsteps。 〃All else will be arranged。 Trust me。〃
Trust。 I did not trust that any of it would e to pass。 Daffodil was back with the pillows； and shortly after that； the tea arrived。 We chatted amiably； and one of Kettricken's younger ladies even flirted with me。 Queen Kettricken asked me to leave the herbal scrolls with her； as her back still pained her。 She had decided she would retire early this evening； and perhaps the scrolls would help her while away the time before she slept。 I made my gracious farewells and escaped。
Chade had said he would handle the Fool。 I had made my pathetic attempts at planning the escape。 Now all that remained was for me somehow to arrange for the King to be alone after the ceremony。 A few minutes were all Chade had asked for。 I wondered if I would have to give my life for them。 I put the notion aside。 Just a few minutes。 The two broken doors would be a hindrance or a help。 I wasn't sure which。 I considered all the obvious ploys。 I could feign drunkenness and bait the guards out to fight。 Unless I had an ax； it wouldn't take them more than a few minutes to deal with me。 Plain fisticuffs had never worked very well for me。 No。 I wanted to remain functional。 I considered and rejected a dozen schemes。 Too much depended on factors I couldn't control。 How many guards would be there； would they be ones I knew； would Wallace be there； would Regal have dropped by for a chat？
On my earlier foray to Kettricken's room； I had noticed that makeshift curtains had been tacked up over the splintered door frames of the King's chambers。 Most of the wreckage had been carried off； but bits of oaken door still littered the corridor。 No workmen had been called in to do repairs。 Another sign that Regal had no intention of ever returning to Buckkeep。
I tried to find some excuse to introduce myself into that room。 The Keep downstairs was busier than ever； for today the Dukes of Bearns； Rippon； and Shoaks Duchies were expected to arrive with their retinues to witness the King…in…Waiting ceremony for Regal。 They were being put in the lesser guest rooms； across the Keep。 I wondered how they would react to the sudden disappearance of the King and Queen。 Would it be seen as treachery； or would Regal find some way to conceal it from them？ What would it auger for his new reign to begin so？ I put it from my mind； it wasn't helping me get the King alone in his chamber。
I left my room and went pacing through Buckkeep； hoping for inspiration。 Instead I found only confusion。 Noble folk of every degree were arriving for Regal's ceremony； and the influx of guests and their households and servants swept and eddied about the outflow of goods and folk that Regal was sending inland。 My feet carried me unplanned to Verity's study。 The door was ajar and I went in。 The hearth was cold； the room musty with disuse。 There was a distinct odor of mouse in the air。 I hoped whatever scrolls they were nesting in weren't irreplaceable。 I was fairly certain I had removed the ones Verity treasured to Chade's rooms。 I walked about the room； touching his things。 I suddenly missed him acutely。 His unyielding steadiness； his calmness； his strength； he would never have let things e to such a situation。 I sat down in his work chair at his map table。 Scuffs and scribbles of ink where he had tried colors on it marred the tabletop。 Here were two badly cut quills； discarded with a brush worn hairless。 In a box on the table were several little pots of color； cracked and dried now。 They smelled like Verity to me； in the same way that leather and harness oil always smelled like Burrich。 I leaned forward on the table and put my head in my hands。 〃Verity； we need you now。〃
I cannot e。
I leaped to my feet； my legs tangling in the chair's； and fell on the rug。 Frantically I scrabbled to my feet； and even more frantically scrabbled after the contact。 Verity！
I hear you。 What is it； boy？ A pause。 You've reached me on your own； have you？ Well done！
We need you to e home right now！
Why？
Thoughts tumbled so much faster than words； and in far greater detail than he could have wished to know。 I felt him grow sad with the information； and wearier。 e home。 If you were here； you could put it all to rights。 Regal could not claim to be King…in…Waiting； he could not strip Buckkeep like this； or take away the King。
I cannot。 Be calm now。 Think this through。 I could not e home in time to prevent any of this。 It grieves me。 But I am too close now to give up my goal。 And if I am to be a father … his thoughts were warm with this new feeling … it bees even more important that I succeed。 My goal must be to retain the Six Duchies intact； and with a coast freed of sea wolves。 This； for the child to inherit。
What am I to do？
Just as you have planned。 My father； my wife； and my child； it is a weighty burden I have put upon you。 He sounded suddenly uncertain。
I will do what I can do； I told him； fearing to promise any more than that。
I have faith in you。 He paused。 Did you feel that？
What？
Another is here； trying to break in； to listen on our Skilling。 One of Galen's spying brood of vipers。
I did not think that possible！
Galen found a way； and schooled his poisonous offspring in it。 Skill no more to me now。
I felt something similar to when he had broken our Skill contact the last time to save Shrewd's strength； but much rougher。 A surging outward of Verity's Skill that pushed someone away from us。 I thought I felt the effort it cost him。 Our Skill contact broke。
He was gone； as abruptly as I had found him。 I groped tentatively after our contact； found nothing。 What he had said about another listening in on us rattled me。 Fear warred with triumph in me。 I had Skilled。 We had been spied upon。 But I had Skilled； alone and unaided！ But how much had they overheard？ I pushed back the chair from the table； sat a moment longer in the storm of my thoughts。 Skilling had been easy。 I still didn't know quite how I had initiated it； but it had been easy。 I felt like a child who had worked a puzzle box； but was unable to recall the exact sequence of moves。 The knowledge that it could be done made me want instantly to attempt it again。 I set the temptation aside firmly。 I had other tasks to acplish； ones of far more weight。
I sprang up and rushed out of the study； almost tripping over Justin。 He sat； legs outstretched； with his back against the wall。 He looked drunk。 I knew better。 He was half…stunned by the push Verity had given him。 I brought myself up short and stared down at him。 I knew I should kill him。 The poison I had posed for Wallace so long ago still rode in a pocket in my cuff。 I could force it down his throat。 But it was not designed to act quickly。 As if he could guess my thoughts； he cowered away from me； scrabbling along the wall。
For a moment longer I stared at him； striving to think calmly。 I had promised Chade to take no more actions on my own without consulting him。 Verity had not bid me find and kill the spy。 He could have； in less than an instant of thought。 This decision did not belong to me。 One of the hardest things I have ever done was to force myself to walk away from Justin。 Half a dozen strides down the hall； I suddenly heard him blurt； 〃I know what you've been doing！〃
I rounded to confront him。 〃What are you talking about？〃 I asked in a low voice。 My heart began to thunder。 I hoped he'd make me kill him。 Frightening to know suddenly how badly I wanted to。
He blanched but did not back down。 He reminded me of a braggart child。 〃You walk like you ar