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She sat back again； a gentle loosening that made her straight spine seem effortless and restful。 Again she did nothing。 She simply sat across from me and unfurled herself。 I felt her life brush up against me and flow around me。 It was but the faintest touching； and had I not experienced both the Skill and the Wit； I do not think I would have sensed it。 Cautiously； as softly as if I assayed a bridge made of cobweb； I overlay my senses on hers。
She quested。 Not as I did； toward a specific beast； or to read what might be close by。 I discarded the word I had always given to my sensing。 Kettricken did not seek after anything with her Wit。 It was as she said； simply a being； but it was being a part of the whole。 She posed herself and considered all the ways the great web touched her； and was content。 It was a delicate and tenuous thing and I marveled at it。 For an instant I； too； relaxed。 I breathed out。 I opened myself； Wit wide to all。 I discarded all caution； all worry that Burrich would sense me。 I had never done anything to pare it with before。 Kettricken's reaching was as delicate as droplets of dew sliding down a strand of spiderweb。 I was like a dammed flood； suddenly released； to rush out to fill old channels to overflowing and to send fingers of water investigating the lowlands。
Let us hunt！ The Wolf； joyfully。
In the stables； Burrich straightened from cleaning a hoof； to frown at no one。 Sooty stamped in her stall。 Molly shrugged away and shook out her hair。 Across from me； Kettricken started and looked at me as if I had spoken aloud。 A moment more I was held； seized from a thousand sides； stretched and expanded； illuminated pitilessly。 I felt it all； not just the human folk with their ings and goings； but every pigeon that fluttered in the eaves； every mouse that crept unnoticed behind the wine kegs； every speck of life； that was not and never had been a speck； but had always been a node on the web of life。 Nothing alone； nothing forsaken； nothing without meaning； nothing of no significance； and nothing of importance。 Somewhere； someone sang； and then fell silent。 A chorus filled in after that solo； other voices； distant and dim； saying； What？ Beg pardon？ Did you call？ Are you here？ Do I dream？ They plucked at me； as beggars pluck at strangers' sleeves； and I suddenly felt that if I did not draw away； I could e unraveled like a piece of fabric。 I blinked my eyes； sealing myself inside myself again。 I breathed in。
No time had passed。 A single breath； a wink of an eye。 Kettricken looked askance at me。 I appeared not to notice。 I reached up to scratch my nose。 I shifted my weight。
I resettled myself firmly。 I let a few more minutes pass before I sighed and shrugged apologetically。 〃I do not understand the game； I am afraid；〃 I offered。
I had succeeded in annoying her。 〃It is not a game。 You don't have to understand it； or ‘do' it。 Simply stop all else； and be。
I made a show of making another effort。 I sat still for several moments； then fidgeted absently with my cuff until she looked at me doing it。 Then I cast my eyes down as if ashamed。 〃The candle smells very sweet；〃 I plimented her。
Kettricken sighed and gave up on me。 〃The girl who makes them has a very keen awareness of scents。 Almost she can bring me my gardens and surround me with their fragrances。 Regal brought me one of her honeysuckle tapers； and after that I sought out her wares myself。 She is a serving girl here； and does not have the time or resources to make too many。 So I count myself fortunate when she brings them to offer to me。〃
〃Regal；〃 I repeated。 Regal speaking to Molly。 Regal knowing her well enough to know of her candle making。 Everything inside me clenched with foreboding。 〃My queen； I think I distract you from what you wish to be doing。 That is not my desire。 May I leave you now； to return again when you wish to have pany？〃
〃This exercise does not exclude pany； FitzChivalry。〃 She looked at me sadly。 〃Will not you try again to let go？ For a moment I thought 。。。 No？ Ah； then； I let you go。〃 I heard regret and loneliness in her voice。 Then she straightened herself。 She took a breath； breathed it out slowly。 I felt again her consciousness thrumming in the web。 She has the Wit； I thought to myself。 Not strong； but she has it。
I left her room quietly。 There was a tiny bit of amusement to wondering what Burrich would think if he knew。 Much less amusing to recall how she had been alerted to me when I quested out with the Wit。 I thought of my night hunts with the wolf。 Would soon the Queen begin to plain of strange dreams？
A cold certainty welled up in me。 I would be discovered。 I had been too careless； too long。 I knew that Burrich could sense when I used the Wit。 What if there were others？ I could be accused of Beast magic。 I found my resolve and hardened myself to it。 Tomorrow； I would act。
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lone Wolves
THE FOOL WILL always remain one of Buckkeep's great mysteries。 It is almost possible to say that nothing is definitely known of him。 His origin； age； sex； and race have all been the subject of conjecture。 Most amazing is how such a public person maintained such an aura of privacy。 The questions about the Fool will always outnumber the answers。 Did he ever truly possess any mystical powers； any prescience； any magic at all； or was it merely that his quick wits and razor tongue made it seem as if he knew all before it came to pass？ If he did not know the future； he appeared to； and by his calm assumption of foreknowledge； he swayed many of us to help him shape the future as he saw fit。
White on white。 An ear twitched； and that minute movement betrayed all。
You see？ I prompted him。
I scent。
I see。 I flicked my eyes toward the prey。 No more a movement than that。 It was sufficient。
I see！ He leaped； the rabbit started； and Cub went floundering after it。 The rabbit ran lightly over the unpacked snow； while Cub had to surge and bound and leap through it。 The rabbit darted elusively； this way； that way； around the tree； around the clump of bushes； into the brambles。 Had he stayed in there？ Cub snuffed hopefully； but the density of the thorns turned his sensitive nose back。
It's gone； I told him。
Are you sure？ Why didn't you help？
I can't run down game in loose snow。 I must stalk and spring only when one spring is sufficient。
Ah。 Enlightenment。 Consideration。 There are two of us。 We should hunt as a pair。 I could start game and drive it toward you。 You could be ready to leap out and snap its neck。
I shook my head slowly。 You must learn to hunt alone； Cub。 I will not always be with you； in mind or in flesh。
A wolf is not meant to hunt alone。
Perhaps not。 But many do。 As you will。 But I did not intend that you should start with rabbits。 e on。
He fell in at my heels； content to let me lead。 We had left the Keep before winter light had even grayed the skies。 Now they were blue and open； clear and cold above us。 The trail we were following was no more than a soft…shouldered groove in the deep snow。 I sank calf…deep at every step。 About us； the forest was a winter stillness； broken only by the occasional dart of a small bird； or the far…off cawing of a crow。 It was open forest； mostly saplings with the occasional giant that had survived the fire that had cleared this hillside。 It was good pasturage for goats in summer。 Their sharp little hooves had cut the trail we were now following。 It led to a simple stone hut and a tumbledown corral and shelter for the goats。 It was only used in summer。
Cub had been delighted when I went to get him this morning。 He had shown me his roundabout path for slipping past the guards。 An old cattle gate； long firicked up； was his egress。 Some shift of the earth had unsettled the stone and mortar blocking it； creating a crack wide enough for him to slip through。 The beaten…down snow showed me that he had used it often。 Once outside the walls； we had ghosted away from the Keep； moving like shadows in the not…light of stars and moon on white snow。 Once safely away from the Keep； Cub had turned the expedition into stalking practice。 He raced ahead to lie in wait； to spring out and tag me with a splayed paw or a sharp nip； and then race away in a great circle； to attack me from behind。 I had let him play； weling the exertion that warmed me； as well as the sheer joy of the mindless romping。 Always； I kept us moving； so that by the time the sun and light found us； we were miles from Buckkeep； in an area seldom visited during the winter。 My spotting of the white rabbit against the white snow had been pure happenstance。 I had even humbler game in mind for his first solo hunt。
Why do we e here？ Cub demanded as soon as we came in sight of the hut。
To hunt； I said simply。 I halted some distance away。 The cub sank down beside me； waiting。 Well； go ahead； I told him。 Go check for game sign。
Oh； this is worthy hunting； this。 Sniffing about some man den for scraps。 Disdainful。 。
Not scraps。 Go look。
He surged forward； and then angled toward the hut。 I wa