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〃No； Fool；〃 I told him sadly。 〃Shall I eat and be warm； while the bodies of children are cooling in the mud？ Fetch me instead my robe and buskins。 And then be off to find Verity。〃
The Fool stood his ground boldly。 〃Do you think the disfort you inflict on yourself will give even one child another breath； my liege？ What happened at Siltbay is done。 Why must you suffer？〃
〃Why must I suffer？〃 I found a smile for the Fool。 〃Surely that is the same question that every inhabitant of Siltbay asked tonight of the fog。 I suffer； my fool； because they did。 Because I am king。 But more； because I am a man； and I saw what happened there。 Consider it； Fool。 What if every man in the Six Duchies said to himself； ‘Well； the worst that can befall them has already happened。 Why should I give up my meal and warm bed to concern myself with it？' Fool； by the blood that is in me； these are my folk。 Do I suffer more tonight than any one of them did？ What is the pain and trembling of one man pared with what happened at Siltbay？ Why should I shelter myself while my folk are slaughtered like cattle？〃
〃But two words are all I need say to Prince Verity。〃 The Fool vexed me with more words。 〃 ‘Raiders' and ‘Siltbay；' and he knows as much as any man needs to。 Let me rest you in your bed； my lord； and then I shall race to him with those words。〃
〃No。〃 A fresh cloud of pain blossomed in the back of my skull。 It tried to push the sense from my thoughts； but I held firm。 I forced my body to walk to the chair beside the hearth。 I managed to lower myself into it。 〃I spent my youth defining the borders of the Six Duchies to any who challenged them。 Should my life be too valuable to risk now； when there is so little left of it； and all of that riddled with pain？ No； Fool。 Fetch my son to me at once。 He shall Skill for me； since my own strength for it is at an end this night。 Together； we shall consider what we see； and make our decisions as to what must be done。 Now go。 GO！〃
The Fool's feet pattered on the stone floor as he fled。
I was left alone with myself。 Myselves： I put my hands to my temples。 I felt a painful smile crease my face as I found myself。 So； boy。 There you are。 My king slowly turned his attention to me。 He was weary； but he reached his Skill toward me to touch my mind as softly as blowing spiderweb。 I reached clumsily； attempting to plete the Skill bond and it all went awry。 Our contact tattered； fraying apart like rotten cloth。 And then he was gone。
I hunkered alone on the floor of my bedchamber in the Mountain Kingdom； unfortably close to the hearth fire。 I was fifteen； and my nightclothes were soft and clean。 The fire in the hearth had burned low。 My blistered fingers throbbed angrily。 The beginnings of a Skill headache pulsed in my temples。
I moved slowly； cautiously as I rose。 Like an old man？ No。 Like a young man whose health was still mending。 I knew the difference now。
My soft； clean bed beckoned； like a soft clean tomorrow。
I refused them both。 I took the chair by the hearth and stared into the flames； pondering。
When Burrich came at first light to bid me farewell； I was ready to ride with him。
CHAPTER TWO
The Homeing
BUCKKEEP HOLD OVERLOOKS the finest deep…water harbor in the Six Duchies。 To the north； the Buck River spills into the sea； and with its waters carries most of the goods exported from the interior Duchies of Tilth and Farrow' Steep black cliffs provide the seat for the castle； which overlooks the river mouth； the harbor； and the waters beyond。 The town of Buckkeep clings precariously to those cliffs； well away from the great river's floodplain； with a good portion of it built on docks and quays。 The original stronghold was a log structure built by the original inhabitants of the area as a defense against Outislander raids。 It was seized in ancient time； by a raider named Taker； who with the seizing of the fort became a resident。 He replaced the timber structure with walls and towers of black stone quarried from the cliffs themselves； and in the process sank the foundations of Buckkeep deep into the stone。 With each succeeding generation of the Farseer line； the walls were forted and the towers built taller and stouter。 Since Taker； the founder of the Farseer line； Buckkeep has never fallen to enemy hands。
Snow kissed my face； wind pushed the hair back from my forehead。 I stirred from a dark dream to a darker one； to a winterscape in forestland。 I was cold； save where the rising heat of my toiling horse warmed me。 Beneath me； Sooty was plodding stolidly along through wind…banked snow。 I thought I had been riding long。 Hands the stable boy was riding before me。 He turned in his saddle and shouted something back to me。
Sooty stopped； not abruptly； but I was not expecting it； and I nearly slid from the saddle。 I caught at her mane and steadied myself。 Steadily falling flakes veiled the forest around us。 The spruce trees were heavy with accumulated snow； while the interspersed birches were bare black silhouettes in the clouded winter moonlight。 There was no sign of a trail。 The woods were thick around us。 Hands had reined in his black gelding in front of us； and that was why Sooty halted。 Behind me Burrich sat his roan mare with the practiced ease of the lifelong horseman。
I was cold； and shaky with weakness。 I looked around dully； wondering why we had stopped。 The wind gusted sharply； snapping my damp cloak against Sooty's flank。 Hands pointed suddenly。 〃There！〃 He looked back at me。 〃Surely you saw that？〃
I leaned forward to peer through snow that fell like fluttering lace curtains。 〃I think so；〃 I said； the wind and falling snow swallowing my words。 For an instant I had glimpsed tiny lights。 They had been yellow and stationary； unlike the pale blue will o' the wisps that still occasionally plagued my vision。
〃Do you think it's Buckkeep？〃 Hands shouted through the rising wind。
〃It is；〃 Burrich asserted quietly； his deep voice carrying effortlessly。 〃I know where we are now。 This is where Prince Verity killed that big doe about six years ago。 I remember because she leaped when the arrow went in； and tumbled down that gully。 It took us the rest of the day to get down there and pack the meat out。〃
The gully he gestured to was no more than a line of brush glimpsed through the falling snow。 But suddenly it all snapped into place for me。 The lay of this hillside； the types of trees； the gully there； and so Buckkeep was that way； just a brief ride before we could clearly see the fortress on the sea cliffs overlooking the bay and Buckkeep Town below。 For the first time in days； I knew with absolute certainty where we were。 The heavy overcast had kept us from checking our course by the stars； and the unusually deep snowfall had altered the lay of the land until even Burrich had seemed unsure。 But now I knew that home was but a brief ride away。 In summer。 But I picked up what was left of my determination。
〃Not much farther；〃 I told Burrich。
Hands had already started his horse。 The stocky little gelding surged ahead bravely； breaking trail through the banked snow。 I nudged Sooty and the tall mare reluctantly stepped out。 As she leaned into the hill I slid to one side。 As I scrabbled futilely at my saddle Burrich nudged his horse abreast of mine。 He reached out； seized me by the back of my collar； and dragged me upright again。 〃It's not much farther；〃 he agreed。 〃You'll make it。〃
I managed a nod。 It was only the second time he'd had to steady me in the last hour or so。 One of my better evenings； I told myself bitterly。 I pulled myself up straighter in the saddle； resolutely squared my shoulders。 Nearly home。
The journey had been long and arduous。 The weather had been foul； and the constant hardships had not improved my health。 Much of it I remembered like a dark dream； days of jolting along in the saddle； barely cognizant of our path； nights when I lay between Hands and Burrich in our small tent and trembled with a weariness so great I could not even sleep。 As we had drawn closer to Buck Duchy I had thought our travel would bee easier。 I had not reckoned on Burrich's caution。
At Turlake； we had stopped a night at an inn。 I had thought that we'd take passage on a river barge the next day； for though ice might line the banks of the Buck River； its strong current kept a channel clear year…round。 I went straight to our room； for I had not much stamina。 Burrich and Hands were both anticipating hot food and panionship； to say nothing of ale。 I had not expected them to e soon to the room。 But scarcely two hours had passed before they both came up to ready themselves for bed。
Burrich was grim and silent； but after he had gone to bed； Hands whispered to me from his bed how poorly the King was spoken of in this town。 〃Had they known we were from Buckkeep； I doubt they would have spoken so freely。 But clad as we are in Mountain garments； they thought us traders or merchants。 A dozen times I thought Burrich would challenge one of them。 In truth； I do not know how he contained himself。 All plain about the taxes for defendin