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； 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 Nighteyes would so adapt his life and will to mine。 It did not seem a clean thing for him to do； this snuffing out of Forged ones。
For the pack。 This is for the good of the pack。 The senseless ones are trying to e into our territory。 We cannot allow it。 He sounded fortable with it； and surprised that it should bother me。 I nodded to ourselves in the dark and pushed my way through the kitchen door； back into yellow light and warmth。
I climbed the stairs to my room； thinking of what I had wrought over the past few days。 I had resolved to set the cub free。 Instead； we had bee brothers。 I was not sorry。 I had gone to warn Verity of new Forged ones near Buckkeep。 Instead； I had found he already knew about them； and had gained for myself the task of studying the Elderlings and trying to discover other Skilled ones。 I had asked him to give the garden to Kettricken； to busy her mind away from her hurts。 Instead； I had deceived her； and bound her more to her love for Verity。 I paused to catch my breath on a landing。 Perhaps； I reflected； we all danced to the Fool's tune。 Had not he suggested some of these very things to me？
I felt again the brass key in my pocket。 Now was as good a time as any。 Verity was not in his bedchamber； but Charim was。 He had no qualms about allowing me to e in and use the key。 I took an armload of the scrolls I found there； there were more than I had expected。 I bore them back to my room and set them down on my dressing chest。 I built up the fire in the fireplace。 I peeked at the dressing on the bite on my neck。 It was an ugly wad of cloth； saturated with blood。 I knew I should change it。 I dreaded pulling it loose。 In a while。 I put more wood on my fire。 I sorted through the scrolls。 Spidery little writing； faded illustrations。 Then I lifted my eyes and looked around my room。
A bed。 A chest。 A small stand by the bed。 A ewer and bowl for wash water。 A truly ugly tapestry of King Wisdom conferring with a yellowish Elderling。 A branch of candles on the mantel。 It had scarcely changed in the years I had lived here from the first night I had moved into it。 It was a bare and dreary room； devoid of imagination。 Suddenly I was a bare and dreary person； devoid of imagination。 I fetched and I hunted and I killed。 I obeyed。 More hound than man。 And not even a favored hound； to be petted and praised。 One of the working pack。 When was the last time I had heard from Shrewd？ Or Chade。 Even the Fool mocked me。 What was I； anymore； to anyone； except a tool？ Was there anyone left who cared for me； myself？ Suddenly I could no longer abide my own pany。 I set down the scroll I had picked up and left my room。
When I knocked at the door of Patience's room； there was a pause。 〃Who is it？〃 came Lacey's voice。
〃Only FitzChivalry。〃
〃FitzChivalry！〃 A bit of surprise in the tone。 It was late for a visit from me。 Usually I came during the day。 Then I was forted to hear the sound of a bar being removed； and a latch worked。 She had paid attention to what I had told her； I thought。 The door opened slowly and Lacey stepped back to admit me； smiling dubiously。
I stepped in； greeting Lacey warmly； and then glanced about for Patience。 She was in the other chamber； I surmised。 But in a corner； eyes lowered over needlework； sat Molly。 She did not look up at me or acknowledge my presence at all。 Her hair was tidied back in a bun under a lacy little cap。 On another woman； her blue dress might have been simple and modest。 On Molly it was drab。 Her eyes stayed down on her work。 I glanced at Lacey to find her regarding me levelly。 I looked at Molly again and something inside me gave way。 It took me four steps to cross the room to her。 I knelt beside her chair and as she drew back from me； I seized her hand and carried it to my lips。
〃FitzChivalry！〃 Patience's voice behind me was outraged。 I glanced at her framed in the doorway。 Her lips were set flat in anger。 I turned away from her。
Molly had turned her face aside from me。 I held her hand and spoke quietly。 〃I cannot go on like this anymore。 No matter how； foolish； no matter how dangerous； no matter what any other may think。 I cannot be always apart from you。〃
She pulled her hand away from me； and I let it go not to hurt her fingers。 But I grasped at her skirt and clutched a fold of it like a stubborn child。 〃At least speak to me；〃 I begged her； but it was Patience who spoke。
〃FitzChivalry； this is not seemly。 Stop it at once。〃
〃It was not seemly； nor wise； nor appropriate for my father to court you as he did； either。 But he did not hesitate。 I suspect he felt much as I do right now。〃 I did not look away from Molly。
That won me a moment of startled silence from Patience。 But it was Molly who set aside her needlework and rose。 She stepped away； and when it became clear that I must let go or tear the fabric of her skirt； I released it。 She stepped clear of me。 〃If my lady Patience will excuse me for the evening？〃
〃Certainly；〃 Patience replied； but her voice was not at all certain。
〃If you go away； there is nothing for me。〃 I knew I sounded too dramatic。 I was still on my knees by her chair。
〃If I stay； there is still nothing for you。〃 Molly spoke levelly as she took off her apron and hung it on a hook。 〃I am a serving girl。 You are a young noble； of the royal family。 There can never be anything between us。 I've e to see that； over the last few weeks。〃
〃No。〃 I rose and stepped toward her； but forbore to touch her。 〃You are Molly and I am Newboy。〃
〃Maybe。 Once；〃 Molly conceded。 Then she sighed。 〃But not now。 Do not make this harder for me than it is； sir。 You must leave me in peace。 I have nowhere else to go； I must stay here and work； at least until I earn enough 。。。。〃 She shook her head suddenly。 〃Good evening； my lady。 Lacey。 Sir。〃 She turned aside from me。 Lacey stood silently。 I noticed she did not open the door for Molly； but Molly did not pause there。 The door shut very firmly behind her。 A terrible silence welled up in the room。
〃Well；〃 Patience br