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e listening to something far away。 After a moment he came back to himself。 〃So。 You believe they cannot cooperate。 And yet it seems to be happening。 See； here；〃 and he brushed his hand lightly over a map spread out on his table。 〃I have been marking the places of the plaints； and keeping track of how many are said to be there。 What do you think of this？〃
I went to stand beside him。 Standing next to Verity was now like standing next to a different sort of hearth。 The strength of the Skill radiated from him。 I wondered if he strove to hold it in check； if it always threatened to spill out of him and spread his consciousness over the whole kingdom。
〃The map； Fitz；〃 he recalled me； and I wondered how much he knew of my thoughts。 I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand。 The map showed Buck； done in wondrous detail。 Shallows and tide flats were marked along the coast； as well as inland landmarks and lesser roads。 It was a map made lovingly； by a man who had walked and ridden and sailed the area。 Verity had used bits of red wax as markers。 I studied them； trying to see what his real concern was。
〃Seven different incidents。〃 He reached to touch his markers。 〃Some within a day's ride of Buckkeep。 But we have had no raids that close； so where would these Forged ones be ing from？ They might be driven away from their home villages； true； but why would they converge upon Buckkeep？〃
〃Perhaps these are desperate people pretending to be Forged ones when they go out to steal from their neighbors？〃
〃Perhaps。 But it is troubling that the incidents are happening closer and closer to Buckkeep。 There are three different groups； from what the victims say。 But each time there is a report of a robbery or a barn broken into or a cow butchered in the field； the group responsible seems to have moved closer to Buckkeep。 I can think of no reason for Forged ones to do such a thing。 And … he halted me as I began to speak … the descriptions of one group match those of another attack； reported over a month ago。 If these are the same Forged ones； they have e a long way in that time。〃
〃It does not seem like Forged ones；〃 I said； and then carefully； I asked； 〃Do you suspect a conspiracy of some kind？〃
Verity snorted bitterly。 〃Of course。 When do I not suspect conspiracies anymore？ But for this； at least； I think I can look further afield than Buckkeep to find the source。〃 He halted abruptly； as if hearing how bluntly he had spoken。 〃Look into it for me； Fitz； will you？ Ride out and about a bit； and listen。 Tell me what they say in the taverns； and tell me what sign you find on the roads。 Gather gossip of other attacks； and keep track of the detail。 Quietly。 Can you do that for me？〃
〃Of course。 But why quietly？ It seems to me that if we alerted folk； we would hear more swiftly of what goes on。〃
〃We would hear more； that's true。 More of rumors； and much more of plaint。 So far these are individual plaints。 I am the only one； I think； who has put together a pattern from them。 I do not want Buckkeep itself up in arms； plaining that the King cannot even protect his capital city。 No。 Quietly； Fitz。 Quietly。〃
〃Just look into it quietly。〃 I did not voice it as a question。
Verity gave his broad shoulders a small shrug。 But it was more like a man shifting a burden than dislodging a load。 〃Put a stop to it where you can。〃 His voice was small and he looked into the fire。 〃Quietly； Fitz。 Very quietly。〃
I nodded slowly。 I had had these kinds of assignments before also。 Killing Forged ones did not bother me as much as killing a man did。 Sometimes I tried to pretend I was laying a restless soul to peace； putting a family's anguish to a final end。 I hoped I would not bee too adept at lying to myself。 It was a luxury an assassin could not afford。 Chade had warned me that I must always remember what I truly was。 Not an angel of mercy； but a killer who worked for the good of the King。 Or the King…in…Waiting。 It was my duty to keep the throne secure。 My duty。 I hesitated； then spoke。
〃My prince。 As I was ing back I saw our Queen…in…Waiting Kettricken。 She was riding out with Prince Regal。〃
〃They make a handsome pair； do they not？ And does she sit her horse well？〃 Verity could not entirely keep bitterness from his voice。
〃Aye。 But in the Mountain style still。〃
〃She came to me； saying she wished to learn to ride our tall lowland horses better。 I mended the idea。 I did not know she would choose Regal as a riding master。〃 Verity leaned over his map； studying detail that was not there。
〃Perhaps she hoped you would teach her。〃 I spoke thoughtlessly； to the man； not the Prince。
〃Perhaps。〃 He sighed suddenly。 〃Oh； I know she did。 Kettricken is lonely； sometimes。 Often。〃 He shook his head。 〃She should have been married to a younger son； to a man with time on his hands。 Or to a King whose kingdom was not on the verge of war and disaster。 I do not do her justice； Fitz。 I know this。 But she is so 。。。 young。 Sometimes。 And when she is not being so young； she is so fanatically patriotic。 She burns to sacrifice herself for the Six Duchies。 Always I have to hold her back； to tell her that is not what the Six Duchies need。 She is like a gadfly。 There is no peace in her for me； Fitz。 Either she wants to be romped like a child； or she is quizzing me on the very details of some crisis I am trying to set aside for a few moments。〃
I thought suddenly of Chivalry's single…minded pursuit of the frivolous Patience； and caught a glimpse of his motives。 A woman who was an escape for him。 Who would Verity have chosen； had he been allowed to choose for himself？ Probably someone older； a placid woman possessed of inner self…worth and peace。
〃I grow so tired；〃 Verity said softly。 He poured himself more mulled wine and stepped to the hearth to sip at it。 〃Do you know what I wish？〃
It wasn't really a question。 I didn't even bother to reply。
〃I wish your father were alive； and king…in…waiting。 And I his right…hand man still。 He would be telling me what tasks I must tackle； and I would be doing as he asked。 I would be at peace with myself； no matter how hard my work； for I would be sure he knew best。 Do you know how easy it is； Fitz； to follow a man you believe in？〃
He looked up at last to meet my eyes。
〃My prince；〃 I said quietly。 〃I believe I do。〃
For a moment Verity was very still。 Then： 〃Ah；〃 he said。 He held my eyes with his； and I did not need the warmth of his Skilling to feel the gratitude he sent me。 He stepped away from the hearth； drew himself up straighter。 My king…in…waiting stood before me once more。 He dismissed me with a tiny motion； and I went。 As I climbed the stairs to my room； for the first time in my life I wondered if I should not be grateful to have been born a bastard。
CHAPTER SEVEN
Encounters
IT HAD ALWAYS been the custom and the expectancy that when a King or Queen of Buckkeep wed； the royal spouse would bring an entourage of his or her own as attendants。 Such had been the case with both of Shrewd's queens。 But when Queen Kettricken of the Mountains came to Buckkeep； she came as Sacrifice； as was her country's custom。 She came alone； with no women or men to attend her； not even a maid to be a confidante。 No person in Buckkeep was there to give the fort of familiarity to her in her new home。 She began her reign surrounded pletely by strangers； not just at her own social level； but extending down to servants and guards as well。 As time progressed she gathered friends to her； and found servants as well who suited her； though at first the Idea of having a person whose lifework was to wait on her was a foreign and distressing concept to her。
Cub had missed my pany。 Before I departed for Bearns； I had left him the carcass of a deer； well frozen and concealed behind the hut。 It should have been ample to feed him for the time I was gone。 But in true wolf fashion； he had gorged； and slept； and gorged and slept again； until the meat was gone。 Two days ago； he informed me； leaping and dancing about me。 The interior of the hut was a litter of well…gnawed bones。 He greeted me with frantic enthusiasm； doubly informed by the Wit and his nose of the fresh meat I brought。 He fell upon it ravenously and paid me no mind at all as I gathered his chewed bones into a sack。 Too much of this type of litter would draw rats； and the Keep rat hounds would follow。 I couldn't chance that。 I watched him surreptitiously as I tidied； saw the rippling of muscles in his shoulders as he braced his forefeet against the chunk of meat and tore a piece of flesh free。 I noted； too； that all but the thickest deer bones had been cracked and licked clean of marrow。 This was cub's play no longer； but the work of a powerful young animal。 The bones he had cracked were thicker than the bones in my arm。
But why would I turn on you？ You bring the meat。 And ginger cakes。
His thought was laden with meaning。 This was the way of a pack。 I； an elder； brought meat to feed Cub； a young one。 I was the hunter； bringing him back a portion of my kill。 I quested toward him and found that； for