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see him pass know that without being told。 The news must run ahead to Kelvar； and to Shemshy。 The imperial hand is about to reconcile their differences。 They must both be left wishing they had never had any differences at all。 That is the trick of good government。 To make folk desire to live in such a way that there is no need for its intervention。〃
So Verity traveled with a pomp that clearly irritated the soldier in him。 His picked troop of men wore his colors as well as the Farseer buck badges； and rode ahead of the regular troops。 To my young eyes； that was impressive enough。 But to keep the impact from being too martial； Verity brought with him noble panions to provide conversation and diversion at the end of the day。 Hawks and hounds with their handlers； musicians and bards； one puppeteer； those who fetched and carried for the lords and ladies； those who saw to their garments and hair and the cooking of favorite dishes； baggage beasts； all trailed behind the well…mounted nobles； and made the tail of our procession。
My place was about midway in the procession。 I sat a restive Sooty beside an ornate litter borne between two sedate gray geldings。 Hands； one of the brighter stable boys； had been assigned a pony and given charge of the horses bearing the litter。 I would manage our baggage mule and see to the litter's occupant。 This was the very elderly Lady Thyme； who I had never met before。 When she at last appeared to mount her litter； she was so swathed in cloaks； veils； and scarves that I received only the impression that she was elderly in a gaunt rather than plump way； and that her perfume caused Sooty to sneeze。 She settled herself in the litter amidst a nest of cushions； blankets； furs； and wraps； then immediately ordered that the curtains be drawn and fastened despite the fineness of the morning。 The two little maids who had attended her darted happily away； and I was left； her sole servant。 My heart sank。 I had expected at least one of them to travel within the litter with her。 Who was going to see to her personal needs when her pavilion was set up？ I had no notion as to waiting on a woman； let alone a very elderly one。 I resolved to follow Burrich's advice for a young man dealing with elderly women： be attentive and polite； cheerful and pleasant of mien。 Old women were easily won over by a personable young man。 Burrich said so。 I approached the litter。
〃Lady Thyme？ Are you fortable？〃 I inquired。 A long interval passed with no response。 Perhaps she was slightly deaf。 〃Are you fortable？〃 I asked more loudly。
〃Stop bothering me； young man！〃 was the surprisingly vehement response。 〃If I want you； I'll tell you。〃
〃I beg pardon；〃 I quickly apologized。
〃Stop bothering me； I said！〃 she rasped indignantly。 And added in an undertone； 〃Stupid churl。〃
At this； I had the sense to be quiet； though my dismay increased tenfold。 So much for a merry and panionable ride。 Eventually I heard the horns cry out and saw Verity's pennant lifted far ahead of us。 Dust drifting back told me that our foreguard had begun the journey。 Long minutes passed before the horses in front of us moved。 Hands started the litter horses and I chirruped to Sooty。 She stepped out eagerly and the mule followed resignedly。
I well recall that day。 I remember the dust hanging thick in the air from all those who preceded us； and how Hands and I conversed in lowered voices； for the first time we laughed aloud； Lady Thyme scolded； 〃Stop that noise！〃 I also remember bright blue skies arching from hill to hill as we followed the gentle undulations of the coast road。 There were breathtaking views of the sea from the hilltops； and flower…scented air thick and drowsy in the vales。 There were also the shepherdesses； all in a row atop a stone wall to giggle and point and blush at us while we passed。 Their fleecy charges dotted the hillside behind them； and Hands and I exclaimed softly at the way they had bundled their bright skirts to one side and knotted them up； leaving their knees and legs bare to the sun and wind。 Sooty was restive and bored with our slow pace； while poor Hands was constantly nudging his old pony in the ribs to make it keep up。
We stopped twice during the day to allow riders to dismount and stretch and to let the horses water。 Lady Thyme did not emerge from her litter； but one time tartly reminded me that I should have brought her water by now。 I bit my tongue and fetched her a drink。 It was as close as we came to conversation。
We halted when the sun was still above the horizon。 Hands and I erected Lady Thyme's small pavilion while she dined within her litter from a wicker basket of cold meat； cheese； and wine that she had thoughtfully provided for herself。 Hands and I fared more poorly； on soldier's rations of hard bread and harder cheese and dried meat。 In the midst of my meal； Lady Thyme demanded that I escort her from the litter to her pavilion。 She emerged draped and veiled as if for a blizzard。 Her finery was of varying colors and degrees of age； but all had been both expensive and well cut at one time。 Now； as she leaned heavily on me and tottered along； I smelled a repulsive conglomeration of dust and mildew and perfume； with an underlying scent of urine。 She tartly dismissed me at the door and warned me that she had a knife and would use it if I attempted to enter and bother her in any way。 〃And well do I know how to use it； young man！〃 she threatened me。
Our sleeping acmodations were also the same as the soldiers'： the ground and our cloaks。 But the night was fine and we made a small fire。 Hands teased and giggled about my supposed lust for Lady Thyme and the knife that awaited me if I should attempt to satisfy it。 That led to a wrestling match between us； until Lady Thyme shrilled threats at us for keeping her awake。 Then we spoke softly as Hands told me that no one had envied my assignment to her； that anyone who had ever journeyed with her avoided her ever after。 He warned me also that my worst task was yet to e； but adamantly refused； though his eyes brimmed with tears of laughter； to let me know what it was。
I fell asleep easily； for boy like； I had put my true mission out of my head until I should have to face it。
I awoke at dawn to the twittering of birds and the overwhelming stench of a brimming chamber pot outside Lady Thyme's pavilion。 Though my stomach had been hardened by cleaning stables and kennels； it was all I could force myself to do to dump it and cleanse it before returning it to her。 By then she was harping at me through the tent door that I had not yet brought her water； hot or cold； nor cooked her porridge； whose ingredients she had set out。 Hands had disappeared； to share the troop's fire and rations； leaving me to deal with my tyrant。 By the time I had served her on a tray that she assured me was slovenly arranged； and cleaned the dishes and pot and returned all to her； the rest of the procession was almost ready to leave。 But she would not allow her pavilion to be struck until she was safely within her litter。 We acplished that packing in frantic haste and I found myself finally on my horse without a crumb of breakfast inside me。
I was ravenous after my morning's work。 Hands regarded my glum face with some sympathy and motioned me to ride closer to him。 He leaned over to speak to me。
〃Everyone but us had heard of her before。〃 This with a furtive nod toward Lady Thyme's litter。 〃The stench she makes every morning is a legend。 Whitelock says she used to go along on a lot of Chivalry's trips 。。。。 She has relatives all over the Six Duchies； and not much to do except go visit them。 All the men in the troop say they learned a long time ago to stay out of her range or she puts them to a bunch of useless errands。 Oh； and Whitelock sent you this。 He says not to expect to sit down and eat as long as you're tending her。 But he'll try to set aside a bit for you each morning。
Hands passed me a wad of camp bread with three rashers of bacon greasily cold inside it。 It tasted wonderful。 I wolfed down the first few bites greedily。
〃Churl！〃 shrilled Lady Thyme from inside her pavilion。 〃What are you doing up there？ Discussing your betters； I've no doubt。 Get back to your position！ How are you to see to my needs if you're gallivanting ahead like that？〃
I quickly reined Sooty in and dropped back to a position alongside the litter。 I swallowed a great lump of bread and bacon and managed to ask； 〃Is there anything your ladyship requires？〃
〃Don't talk with your mouth full；〃 she snapped。 〃And stop bothering me。 Stupid clod。〃
And so it went。 The road followed the coastline； and at our leaden pace it took us a full five days to reach Neatbay。 Other than two small villages； our scenery consisted of windswept cliffs； gulls； meadows； and occasional stands of twisted and stunted trees。 Yet to me it seemed full of beauties and wonders； for every bend in the road brought me to a place I had never seen before。
As our journey wore on； Lady Thyme became more tyrannical。 By the fourth day she had a constant stream of plaints； few of which I could do anything about。 Her litter swayed too much； it was making her ill。 The water I brought from a stream was too cold； that from my own water bags too warm。 The men and horses ahead of us were raising too much dust； they were doing it on purpose； she was sure。 And tell them to stop singing those rude songs。 With her to deal with I had no time to think about killing or not killing Lord Kelvar； even if I had wanted to。
Early on the fifth day we saw the rising smoke of Neatbay。 By noon we could pick out the larger buildings and the Neatbay watchtower on the cliffs above the town。 Neatbay was a much gentler piece of land than Buckkeep。 Our road wound down through a wide valley。 The blue waters of Neatbay itself opened wide before us。 The beaches were sandy； and their fishing fleet was all shallow draft vessels with flat bottoms； or spunky little dories that rode the waves like gulls。 Neatbay didn't have the deep anchorage that Buckkeep did； so it was not the shipping and trading port that we were； but all the same it seemed to me it would have been a fine place to live。
Kelvar sent an honor guard to meet us； so there was a delay as they exchanged formalities with Verity's troops。 〃Like two dogs sniffing each other's bung holes；〃 Hands observed sourly。 By standing in my stirrups； I was able to see far enough down the line to observe the official posturings； and grudgingly nodded my agreement。 Eventually we got under way again； and were soon riding through the streets of Neatbay Town itself。
Everyone else proceeded straight up to Kelvar's keep； but Hands and I were obliged to escort Lady Thyme's litter through several back streets to reach the particular inn that she insisted on using。 From the look on the chambermaid's face； she had guested there before。 Hands took the litter horses and litter to the stables； but I had to endure her leaning heavily on my arm as I escorted her to her chamber。 I wondered what she had eaten that had been so foully spiced as to make her every breath a trial to me。 She dismissed me at the door； warning myriad punishments if I didn't return promptly in seven days。 As I left I felt sympathy for the chambermaid； for Lady Thyme's voice was lifted in a loud tirade about thieving maids she had encountered in the past； and exactly how she wanted the bed linens arranged on the bed。
With a light heart I mounted Sooty and called to Hands to make haste。 We cantered through the streets of Neatbay and managed to rejoin the tail of Verity's procession as they entered Kelvar's keep。 Bayguard was built on flat land that offered little natural defense； but was fortified by a series of walls and ditches that an enemy would have had to surmount before facing the stout stone walls of the keep。 Hands told me that raiders had never gotten past the second ditch and I believed him。 Workmen were doing maintenance on the walls and ditches as we passed； but they halted and watched in wonder as the King…in…Waiting came to Bayguard。
Once keep gates closed behind us； there was another interminable weling ceremony。 Men and horses and all；