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t me as if I were a dog。 And here I had struggled with him and； in the struggle； burned and scarred over whatever Skill I had once had。 This was a bitter place to me still。 I wondered if any garden； no matter how green and peaceful； could charm me if it stood atop this stone。 One low wall beckoned me。 Had I gone to it and looked over the edge； I knew I would look down on rocky cliffs below。 I did not。 The quick end that fall had once offered me would never tempt me again。 I pushed Galen's old Skill suggestion aside。 I turned back to watch the Queen。
Against the white backdrop of snow and stone； her colors came alive。 There is a flower called a snowdrop； that sometimes blooms even as the banked snows of winter are retreating。 She reminded me of one。 Her pale hair was suddenly gold against the green cloak she wore； her lips red； her cheeks pink as the roses that would bloom here again。 Her eyes were darting blue jewels as she excavated and exclaimed over each treasure。 In contrast； her dark…tressed ladies with eyes of black or brown were cloaked and hooded against the winter chill。 They stood quietly； agreeing with their queen and enjoying her enjoyment； but also rubbing chilled fingers together； or holding cloaks tightly closed against the wind。 This； I thought； this is how Verity should see her； glowing with enthusiasm and life。 Then he could not help but love her。 Her vitality burned； even as his did when he hunted or rode。 Or had once。
〃It is； of course； quite lovely；〃 one Lady Hope ventured to say。 〃But very cold。 And there is little that can be done here until the snow melts and the wind grows kinder。〃
〃Oh； but you are wrong！〃 Queen Kettricken exclaimed。 She laughed aloud as she straightened up from her treasures； walked again to the center of the tower top。 〃A garden begins in the heart。 I must sweep the snow and ice from the tower top tomorrow。 And then； all these benches and statues and pots must be set out。 But how？ Like the spokes of a wheel？ As a charming maze？ Formally； by variation of height and theme？ There are a thousand ways they could be arranged； and I must experiment。 Unless； perhaps； my lord will remember it for me just as it once was。 Then I shall restore it to him； the garden of his childhood！〃
〃Tomorrow； Queen Kettricken。 For the skies grow dark； and colder；〃 advised Lady Modesty。 I could see what the climb followed by standing in the cold had cost the older woman。 But she smiled kindly as she spoke。 〃I could； perhaps； tell you tonight what I remember of this garden。〃
〃Would you？〃 Kettricken exclaimed； and clasped both of her hands in her own。 The smile she shed on Lady Modesty was like a blessing。
〃I should be glad to。〃
And on those words we slowly began to file from the rooftop。 I was the last to go。 I pulled the door closed behind me and stood for a moment letting my eyes adjust to the darkness in the tower。 Below me； candles bobbed as the others descended。 I blessed whatever page had thought to run and fetch them。 I followed more slowly； my whole arm； from bite to sword cut； throbbing nastily。 I thought of Kettricken's joy； and was glad of it； even as I guiltily reflected that it was built on a false foundation。 Verity had been relieved at my suggestion to turn the garden over to Kettricken； but the act had not the significance to him that it did to Kettricken。 She would attack this project as if she were building a shrine to their love。 I doubted that by the morrow Verity would even recall he had gifted her with it。 I felt traitorous and foolish both as I descended the steps。
I went to the evening meal thinking I wished to be alone。 So I avoided the hall and took myself instead to the guardroom off the kitchen。 There I encountered both Burrich and Hands at their meal。 When they invited me to join them； I could not refuse。 But once I was seated； it was as if I were not there。 They did not exclude me from their conversation。 But they spoke of a life I no longer shared： The immensely rich detail of all that went on in the stables and mews eluded me now。 They discussed problems with the confident briskness of men who shared an intimate background knowledge。 More and more； I found myself nodding at their words； but contributing nothing。 They got along well。 Burrich did not speak down to Hands。 But Hands did not conceal his respect for a man he clearly regarded as his superior。 Hands had learned much from Burrich in a short time。 He had left Buckkeep as a lowly stable boy last fall。 He now spoke petently of the hawks and dogs and asked solid questions concerning Burrich's breeding choices for the horses。 I was still eating when they got up to leave。 Hands was concerned about a dog that had been kicked by a horse earlier in the day。 They wished me good evening； and were still talking together as they went out the door。
I sat quietly。 There were others about me； guards and soldiers； eating and drinking and talking。 The pleasant sounds of talk； of spoon against the pot's side； the thud as someone cut a wedge of cheese from a wheel was like a music。 The room smelled of food and folk； of the wood fire and spilled ale and the rich stew bubbling。 I should have felt content； not restless。 Nor melancholy。 Not alone。
Brother？
ing。 Meet me at the old pig shed。
Nighteyes had been hunting afar。 I was there first； and I stood in the darkness and waited for him。 There was a pot of unguent in my pouch； and I bore a sack of bones as well。 The snow whirled around me； an endless dance of winter sparks。 My eyes probed the darkness。 I sensed him； felt him near； but he still managed to spring out and startle me。 He was merciful； giving me no more than a nip and a shake on my uninjured wrist。 We went inside the hut。 I kindled the stump of a candle and looked at his shoulder。 I had been weary last night； and in pain； so I was pleased to see I had done a good job。 I had sheared the dense hair and undercoat close to his hide around the cut and wiped the injury with clean snow。 The scab on it was thick and dark。 I could tell it had bled a bit more today。 But not much。 I smeared my unguent over it in a thick greasy layer。 Nighteyes winced slightly； but suffered my ministrations。 Afterward； he turned his head and gave a questioning sniff to the spot。
Goosegrease； he observed； and began to lick at it。 I let him。 Nothing in the medicine would harm him； and his tongue would push it into the wound better than my fingers could。
Hungry？ I asked。
Not really。 There are mice in plenty along the old wall。 Then； as he got a whiff of the bag I'd brought： But a bit of beef or venison would be just as wele。
I tumbled the bones out in a heap for him and he flung himself down beside them to possess them。 He snuffed them over； then picked out a meaty knuckle to work on。 We hunt soon？ He imaged Forged ones for me。
In a day or so。 I want to be able to wield a sword the next time。
I don't blame you。 Cow's teeth are not much of a weapon。 But don't wait too long。
Why is that？
Because I saw some today。 Senseless ones。 They had found a winter…killed buck on a stream bank and were eating it。 Fouled； stinking meat； and they were eating it。 But it won't hold them for long。 Tomorrow； they'll be ing closer。
Then we hunt tomorrow。 Show me where you saw them。 I closed my eyes； and recognized the bit of creek bank that he recalled for me。 l did not know you ranged that far！ Did you go all that way today； with an injured shoulder？
It was not so far。 I sensed a bit of bravado in that answer。 And I knew we would be seeking them。 I can travel much faster alone。 Easier for me to find them out alone； and then take you to them for the hunting。
It is scarcely hunting； Nighteyes。
No。 But it is a thing we do for our pack。
I sat with him for a while in panionable silence； watching him gnaw on the bones I had brought him。 He had grown well this winter。 Given a good diet and freed from the confines of a cage； he had put on weight and muscle。 Snow might fall on his coat； but the thicker black guard hairs interspersed throughout his gray coat shed the snowflakes and kept any moisture from reaching his skin。 He smelled healthy； too； not the rank dogginess of an overfed canine kept inside and unexercised； but a wild； clean scent。 You saved my life； yesterday。
You saved me from a death in a cage。
I think that I had been alone so long； I had forgotten what it meant to have a friend。
He stopped chewing his bone and looked up at me in mild amusement。 A friend？ Too small a word for it； brother。 And in the wrong direction。 So do not look at me like that。 I will be to you what you are to me。 Bond brother； and pack。 But I am not all you will ever need。 He went back to chewing his bone； and I sat chewing over what he had just advised。
Sleep well； brother； I told him as I left。
He snorted。 Sleep？ Hardly。 The moon may yet break through this overcast and give me some hunting light。 But if not； I may sleep。
I nodded and left him to his bones。 As I walked back to the castle I felt less dismal and alone than I had before。 But I also had a twinge of guilt that Nighte