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ace to sleep； and even more meat for another time。 With a full belly and a warm den； what else is to be needed？ Yet。 We will go closer。 We will snuff it； we will see what it is that threatens and beckons。 Belly to snow； tail low； we slink down the hill。
Heart of the Pack sits in the snow holding it。 He motions the other away； and that one steps back； back； back taking his painful light with him。 Closer。 The hill is behind us now； bare； shelterless。 It is a far run back to hiding if we are threatened。 But nothing moves。 There is only Heart of the Pack and that which he holds。 It smells of old blood。 He shakes it； as if to worry off apiece of meat。 Then he rubs at it； moving his hands like a bitch's teeth go over a cub to rid it of fleas。 We know the smell of it。 Closer we e。 Closer。 It is but a leap away。
What do you want？ We demand of him。
e back。
We have e。
e back here。 Changer。 He is insistent。 e back to this。 He lifts an arm； holds up a hand。 He shows us a head lolling on his shoulder。 He turns its head to show us its face。 We do not know it。
That？
This。 This is yours； Changer。
It smells bad。 It is spoiled meat； we do not want it。 There is better meat by the pond than that。
e here。 e closer。
This is not a good idea。 We will e no closer。 He looks at us and grips us with his eyes。 He edges closer to us； bringing it with him。 It flops in his arms。
Easy。 Easy。 This is yours； Changer。 e closer。
We snarl； but he does not look away。 We cower； tail to belly； wanting to leave； but he is strong。 He takes its hand and puts it on our head。 He holds the scruff of our neck to still us。
e back。 You must e back。 He is so insistent。
We cower down； digging claws into the snowy earth。 Humping our back； we try to pull away； struggle to take one step backward。 He still holds on to the scruff of our neck。 We gather strength to wheel and break away。
Let him go； Nighteyes。 He is not yours。 A hint of teeth in those words； his eyes stare at us too hard。
He is not yours； either； Nighteyes says。
Whose am I； then？
A moment of teetering； of balancing between two worlds； two realities； two fleshes。 Then a wolf wheels and flees； tail tucked； over the snow； running away alone； fleeing from too much strangeness。 Atop a hill he stops； to point his nose at the sky and howl。 Howl for the unfairness of it all。
I do not have a memory of that frozen graveyard that is my own。 I have a sort of dream。 I was wretchedly cold； stiff； and the raw taste of brandy burned； not just in my mouth； but all through me。 Burrich and Chade would not leave me alone。 They didn't care how much they were hurting me； they just kept on rubbing my hands and feet； careless of the old bruises； the scabs on my arms。 And every time I closed my eyes； Burrich would seize me and shake me like a rag。 〃Stay with me； Fitz；〃 he kept saying。 〃Stay with me； stay with me。 e on； boy。 You're not dead。 You're not dead。〃 Then suddenly he hugged me to him； his bearded face bristling against mine and his hot tears falling on my face。 He rocked me back and forth； sitting in the snow at the edge of my grave。 〃You're not dead； son。 You're not dead。〃
EPILOGUE
IT WAS A thing Burrich had heard of； in a tale told by his grandmother。 A tale of a Witted one who could leave her body； for a day or so； and then e back to it。 And Burrich had told it to Chade； and Chade had mixed the poisons that would take me to the brink of death。 They told me I had not died； that my body had but slowed to an appearance of death。
I do not believe that。
And so I lived once more in man's body。 Though it took me some days and time to remember that I had been a man。 And sometimes； still； I doubt it。
I did not resume my life。 My life as FitzChivalry lay in smoking ruins behind me。 In all the world； only Burrich and Chade knew I had not died。 Of those who had known me； few remembered me with smiles。 Regal had killed me； in every way that mattered to me as a man。 To present myself to any of those who had loved me； to stand before them in my human flesh would have only been to give them proof of the magic I had tainted myself with。
I had died in my cell； a day or two after that final beating。 The Dukes had been wroth about my death； but Regal had had enough evidence and witnesses to my Wit magic to save face with them。 I believe that his guards saved themselves from the lash by testifying that I had attacked Will with the Wit； and that was why he lay ill so long。 They said they had had to beat me to break my Wit hold on him。 In the face of so many witnesses； the Dukes not only abandoned me； but witnessed Regal's coronation； and the appointment of Lord Bright as castellan for Buckkeep and all of Buck's coast。 Patience had begged that my body not be burned； but be buried whole。 The Lady Grace had also sent word on my behalf； much to her husband's disgust。 Only those two stood by me； in the face of Regal 's proof of my Wit taint。 But I do not think it was out of any consideration for them that he gave me up； but only that by dying ahead of time； I had spoiled the spectacle that hanging and burning would have afforded。 Cheated of his full vengeance； Regal simply lost interest。 He left Buckkeep to go inland to Tradeford。 Patience claimed my body to bury me。
To this life did Burrich awaken me； to a life in which there was nothing left for me。 Nothing save my king。 The Six Duchies would crumble in the months to e； the Raiders would possess our good harbors almost at will； our folk were driven from their homes； or brought to slavery while the Outislanders squatted there。 Forgings flourished。 But as my prince Verity had done； I turned my back on all of it； and went inland。 But he went to be a King； and I went； following my queen； seeking my king。 Hard days followed。
Yet even now； when the pain presses most heavily and none of the herbs can turn its deep ache； when I consider the body that entraps my spirit； I recall my days as a Wolf； and know them not as a few but as a season of living。 There is a fort in their recalling； as well as a temptation。 e； hunt with me； the invitation whispers in my heart。 Leave the pain behind and let your life be your own again。 There is a place where all time is now； and the choices are simple and always your own。
Wolves have no Kings。