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enomenon； until the muttering of the folk threatened to drown out Duke Ram of Tilth's oath。 Then Regal turned and casually pinched out the offending candle。 I admired his aplomb； especially when a second candle almost immediately went blue； and he repeated the gesture。 I myself thought it was a bit too much of a portent when a torch set in a sconce by the main door suddenly whooshed out a blue flame and a foul stench before it guttered dark。 All eyes had turned to watch it。 Regal waited it out； but I saw the clench of his jaw and the tiny vein that throbbed on his temple。
I do not know how he had planned to end his ceremony； but he brought it to a rather abrupt close after that。 At his curt signal； minstrels struck up abruptly； while at another nod the doors opened and men bore in table boards already laden； while boys hastened after them with the trestles to set them upon。 At least for this feast he had spared nothing； and the well…prepared meats and pastries were weled by all。 If there seemed to be something of a shortage of bread； no one thought to plain of it。 Cloths and tables had been set in the Lesser Hall for the grand folk； and thither I saw Kettricken slowly escorting King Shrewd while the Fool and Rosemary trailed after them。 For those of us with lesser rank； there were simpler but plentiful foods to hand and a cleared floor for dancing。
I had planned to make myself a hearty meal at the feasting； but again and again I was accosted by men who clapped my shoulder too firmly or women who met my eyes too knowingly。 The Coastal Dukes were at table with the other high nobles； ostensibly breaking bread with Regal and cementing their new relationship to him。 I had been told that all three Coastal Dukes would know I concurred with their plan。 It was unnerving to find evidence that this was known among the lesser nobility as well。 Celerity made no overt claim upon me as escort； but made me nervously aware of myself by following me about as mutely as a hound。 I could not turn but I found her a half…dozen steps away。 Plainly she wished me to speak to her； but I did not trust my wits to find suitable words。 I almost broke when a lesser noble from Shoaks casually asked me if I thought any of the warships would be harbored as far south as False Bay。
With a sinking heart； I suddenly realized my error。 None of them feared Regal。 They saw no danger； only a spoiled popinjay of a boy who wished to wear fine clothes and a circlet and claim a title to himself。 They believed he would go away and they could ignore him。 I knew better。
I knew what Regal was capable of； in search of power； or on a whim； or simply because he believed he could get away with it。 He would leave Buckkeep。 He did not want it。 But if he thought I did； he would do everything within his power to see that I did not get it。 I was supposed to be dumped here； like a stray； left to starve or be raided。 Not ascend to power on the wreckage he had left。
If I were not very careful； they would get me killed。 Or worse； if there was anything Regal could devise that he saw as worse。
Twice I tried to slip away； and each time was cornered by someone who wanted a quiet moment of talk with me。 I finally pleaded a headache and openly announced I was seeking my bed。 Then I must be resigned to at least a dozen folk hastening to wish me good night before I retired。 Just as I thought I was free Celerity touched a shy hand to mine and wished me good night in such a dispirited voice that I knew that I had hurt her feelings。 That； I think； rattled me more than anything else that evening。 I thanked her and； in my most cowardly act of that night； dared to kiss her fingertips。 The resurgence of light in her eyes shamed me。 I fled up the stairs。 As I climbed them I wondered how Verity had ever stood this sort of thing； or my father。 If I had ever thought or dreamed of being a real Prince instead of a bastard； I abandoned the dream that night。 It was entirely too public a profession。 With a sinking heart； I realized that this was how life would be for me until Verity returned。 The illusion of power clung to me now； and too many would be dazzled by it。
I went to my own chamber and； with great relief； changed into sensible clothes。 As I tugged on my shirt I felt the tiny bulge of Wallace's poison； still sewn into my cuff。 Perhaps； I reflected bitterly； it would bring me luck。 I left my room and then mitted possibly my most foolish act of the evening。 I went up to Molly's chamber。 The servants' hall was empty； the corridor but dimly lit with two wavering torches。 I tapped at her door。 There was no reply。 I tried the latch softly； but it was not fastened。 The door swung open at my touch。
Darkness。 Emptiness。 The small hearth held no fire。 I found a bit of a candle and kindled it at a torch。 Then I went back in her room and shut the door。 I stood there while the devastation finally became real。 It was all too Molly。 The stripped bed； the hearth swept clean； but with a small stack of wood set ready for a fire for the next resident： Those were the touches that told me she had tidied herself out of the room。 Not a ribbon； not a taper； not even a scrap of wicking remained of the woman who had lived a servant's life here。 The ewer set upside down in the basin to keep the dust out。 I sat in her chair before the cold hearth； I opened her clothing chest and peered within。 But it was not her chair； or hearth； or chest。 These were just objects she had touched in the brief time she had been here。
Molly was gone。
She wasn't ing back。
I had held myself together by refusing to think of her。 This empty room jerked the blindfold from my eyes。 I looked into myself and despised what I saw。 I wished I could call back the kiss I had placed on Celerity's fingertips。 Balm for a girl's wounded pride； or the lure to bind her and her father to me？ I no longer knew which it had been。 Neither could be justified。 Both were wrong； if I believed at all in the love I had pledged to Molly。 That one act was proof I was guilty of all she had charged me with。 I would always put the Farseers ahead of her。 I had dangled marriage before Molly like bait； left her with no pride in herself nor belief in me。 She had hurt me by leaving me。 What she could not leave behind was what I had done to her belief in herself。 That she must carry with her forever； a belief that she had been tricked and used by a selfish lying boy who lacked even the courage to fight for her。
Can desolation be a source of courage？ Or was it merely recklessness and a desire for self…destruction？ I went boldly back downstairs and went directly to the King's chambers。 The torches in the wall sconces outside his door annoyed me by spitting blue sparks as I passed。 A little too dramatic； Chade。 I wondered if he had treated every candle and torch in the Keep。 I pushed the hanging curtain aside and entered。 No one was there。 Not in the sitting room； not even in the King's bedchamber。 The place had a threadbare look to it； with all the best things taken away and carted off upriver。 It reminded me of a room in a mediocre inn。 Nothing left here was worth stealing； or Regal would have left a guard on the door。 In a strange way； it reminded me of Molly's room。 Here there were objects left； bedding； garments； and the like。 But this was no longer my king's room。 I went and stood by a table； in the exact spot where I had stood as a young boy。 Here； while Shrewd breakfasted； he had quizzed me astutely on my lessons each week； and made me aware； every time he spoke to me； that if I was his subject； he was also my king。 That man was gone； stripped from this room。 The clutter of an active man； the boot trees； the blades； the scatter of scrolls had been replaced with censers for burning herbs and sticky cups of drug tea。 King Shrewd had left this room a long time ago。 Tonight I would take away a sick old man。
I heard footsteps and cursed myself for my clumsiness。 I slipped behind a hanging and stood motionless。 I heard the murmur of voices from the sitting room。 Wallace。 That mocking reply would be the Fool。 I ghosted from my hiding place to stand just inside the bedchamber and peer through the make shift curtain。 Kettricken sat on the couch beside the King； talking with him softly。 She looked weary。 Dark circles smudged beneath her eyes； but she smiled for the King。 I was pleased to hear him murmur a reply to whatever she had asked him。 Wallace crouched on the hearth； adding sticks of wood to the fire with excessive care。 On the other side of the hearth； Rosemary had collapsed in a heap； her new dress bunched up about her。 As I watched she yawned sleepily； then heaved a sigh and straightened herself up。 I pitied her。 The long ceremony had left me feeling exactly the same way。 The Fool stood behind the King's chair。 He suddenly turned and stared directly at me； as if the curtain were no barrier at all。 I could see no one else in the room。
The Fool turned abruptly back to Wallace。 〃Yes； blow； Sir Wallace； blow well and hot。 Perchance we shall not need the fire at all； with the warmth of your breath to drive the chill from the room。〃
Wallace did not rise from his crouch； but turned to glare at the Fool over his shoulder。 〃Bring me some wood； would you？ Not a stick of this will catch。 The flame runs along it well； but the wood does not burn。 I need hot water if I am to make the King his sleeping tea。〃
〃Would I bring wood？ Wood？ Would I？ Wooden am I not； fair Wallace。 Nor would I burn； no matter how closely you huffed and puffed upon me。 Guards！ Ho； guards！ Enter； and bring with you wood； if you would！〃 The Fool leaped up from his place behind the King and capered to the door； where he made a great show of attempting to treat the curtain as if it were a proper door。 At last he thrust his head out into the hall and called loudly again for the guards。 He drew his head back in after a moment and returned to the room with a dejected air。 〃No guards； no wood。 Poor Wallace。〃 He gravely studied the man。 Wallace was on his hands and knees； poking angrily at the fire。 〃Perhaps were you to turn； bow to stern； and blow thus upon the fire； the flames might dance more merrily for you。 Fore to aft； to create a draft； brave Wallace。〃
One of the candles that lit the room suddenly spat blue sparks。 All； even the Fool； flinched to its hissing； while Wallace lumbered to his feet。 I would not have thought him a superstitious man； but there was a brief wildness in his eyes that spoke well of how little he liked this omen。 〃The fire simply will not burn；〃 he announced； and then as if realizing the significance of what he said； he paused； mouth agape。
〃We are witched；〃 said the Fool benignly。 On the hearth； little Rosemary drew her knees up under her chin and looked about with round eyes。 All trace of sleepiness was gone from her。
〃Why are there no guards？〃 Wallace demanded angrily。 He strode to the door of the room and peered out into the hallway。 〃The torches burn blue； every one of them！〃 he gasped。 He drew his head back in； looked about wildly。 〃Rosemary。 Run and fetch the guards。 They said they would follow us shortly。〃
Rosemary shook her head and refused to budge。 She hugged her knees tightly。
〃Guards would follow us？ Wood follow us？ Followed by wood？ Now that's a knotty subject！ Would wooden guards burn？〃
〃Stop your nattering！〃 Wallace snapped at the Fool。 〃Go fetch the guards。〃
〃Go fetch？ First he thinks I am wood； now that I am his little pet dog。 Ah！ Go fetch the wood； the stick you mean。 Where's the stick？〃 And the Fool began to bark like a feist and frolic about the room as if in search of a thrown stick。
〃Go fetch the guards！〃 Wallace all but howled。
The Queen spoke firmly。 〃Fool。 Wallace。 Enough。 You weary us with your antics； and Wallace； you are frightening Rosemary。 Go and fetch the guards yourself； if you are so set on having them here。 As for me； I would have a little peace。 I am weary。 Soon I must retire。〃
〃My queen； there is something ill afoot this night；〃 Wallace insisted。 He glanced about him warily。 〃I am not a man swayed by chance omens； but of late there have been too many to ignore。 I shall go fetch the guards；