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Once again my life sought a balance and briefly found it。 The awkwardness with Lady Patience gradually eroded into our acceptance that we would never bee casual or overly familiar with one another。 Neither of us felt a need to share feelings； instead we skirted one another at a formal distance； and nevertheless managed to gain a good mutual understanding。 Yet in the formal dance of our relationship； there were occasional times of genuine merriment； and sometimes we even danced to the same piper。
Once she had given up the notion of teaching me everything that a Farseer prince should know； she was able to teach me a great deal。 Very little of it was what she initially intended to teach me。 I did gain a working knowledge of music； but this was by the loan of her instruments and many hours of private experimentation。 I became more her runner than her page； and from fetching for her； I learned much of the perfumer's art； as well as greatly increasing my knowledge of plants。 Even Chade became enthused when he discovered my new talents for root…and…leaf propagation； and he followed with interest the experiments； few of them successful； that Lady Patience and I made into coaxing the buds of one tree to open to leaf when spliced into another tree。 This was a magic she had heard rumored； but did not scruple to attempt。 To this day； in the Women's Garden； there is an apple tree； one branch of which bears pears。 When I expressed a curiosity about the tattooer's art； she refused to let me mark my own body； saying I was too young for such a decision。 But without the least qualm； she let me observe； and finally assist with； the slow pricking of dye into her own ankle and calf that became a coiled garland of flowers。
But all of that evolved over months and years； not days。 We had settled into a blunt…spoken courtesy toward one another by the end of ten days。 She met Fedwren and enlisted him in her root…paper project。 The pup was growing well and was a greater pleasure to me every day。 Lady Patience's errands to town gave me ample opportunities to see my town friends； especially Molly。 She was an invaluable guide to the fragrant stalls where I purchased Lady Patience's perfume supplies。 Forging and Red…Ship Raiders might still threaten from the horizon； but for those few weeks they seemed a remote terror； like the remembered chill of winter on a midsummer day。 For a very brief period I was happy； and； an even rarer gift； I knew I was happy。
And then my lessons with Galen began。
The night before my lessons were to begin； Burrich sent for me。 I went to him wondering what chore I had done poorly and would be rebuked for。 I found him waiting for me outside the stables； shifting his feet as restlessly as a confined stallion。 He immediately beckoned me to follow him and took me up to his chambers。
〃Tea？〃 he offered； and when I nodded； poured me a mug from a pot still warm on his hearth。
〃What's the matter？〃 I asked as I took it from him。 He was strung as tight as I had ever seen him。 This was so unlike Burrich that I feared some terrible news … that Sooty was ill； or dead； or that he had discovered Smithy。
〃Nothing；〃 he lied； and did it so poorly that he himself immediately recognized it。 〃It's this； boy；〃 he confessed suddenly。 〃Galen came to me today。 He told me that you were to be instructed in the Skill。 And he charged me that while he was teaching you； I could interfere in no way … not to counsel； or ask chores of you； or even share a meal with you。 He was most 。。。 direct about it。〃 Burrich paused； and I wondered what better word he had rejected。 He looked away from me。 〃There was a time when I'd hoped this chance would be offered you； but when it wasn't； I thought； well； perhaps it's for the best。 Galen can be a hard teacher。 A very hard teacher。 I've heard talk of it before。 He drives his pupils； but he claims he expects no more of them than he does of himself。 And； boy； I've heard that gossiped about me； too； if you can credit it。〃
I permitted myself a small smile； that brought an answering scowl from Burrich。
〃Listen to what I'm telling you。 Galen makes no secret that he has no fondness for you。 Of course； he doesn't know you at all； so it's not your fault。 It's based solely on 。。。 what you are； and what you caused； and God knows that wasn't your fault。 But if Galen admitted that； then he'd have to admit it was Chivalry's fault； and I've never known him to admit that Chivalry had any faults 。。。 but you can love a man and know better than that about him。〃 Burrich took a brisk turn around the room； then came back to the fire。
〃Just tell me what you want to say；〃 I suggested。
〃I'm trying；〃 he snapped。 〃It's not easy to know what to say。 I'm not even sure if I should be speaking to you。 Is this interference； or counsel？ But your lessons haven't started yet。 So I say this now。 Do your best for him。 Don't talk back to Galen。 Be respectful and courteous。 Listen to all he says and learn it as well and quickly as you can。〃 He paused again。
〃I hadn't intended to do otherwise；〃 I pointed out a bit tartly； for I could tell that none of this was what Burrich was trying to say。
〃I know that； Fitz！〃 He sighed suddenly； and threw himself down at the table opposite me。 With the heels of both hands he pressed at his temples； as if pained。 I had never seen him so agitated。 〃A long time ago I talked to you about that other 。。。 magic。 The Wit。 The being with the beasts； almost being one of them。〃 He paused and glanced about the room as if worried someone would hear。 He leaned in closer to me and spoke softly but urgently。 〃Stay clear of it。 I've tried my best to get you to see it's shameful and wrong。 But I've never really felt that you agreed。 Oh； I know you've abided by my rule against it； most of the time。 But a few times I've sensed； or suspected； that you were tinkering with things no good man touches。 I tell you； Fitz； I'd sooner see 。。。 I'd sooner see you Forged。 Yes； don't look so shocked； that's truly how I feel。 And as for Galen 。。。 Look； Fitz； don't even mention it to him。 Don't speak of it； don't even think of it near him。 It's little that I know about the Skill and how it works。 But sometimes 。。。 oh； sometimes when your father touched me with it； it seemed he knew my heart before I did； and saw things that I kept buried even from myself。〃
A sudden deep blush suffused Burrich's dark face； and almost I thought I saw tears stand in his dark eyes。 He turned aside from me to the fire； and I sensed we were ing to the heart of what he needed to say。 Needed； not wanted。 There was a deep fear in him； one he denied himself。 A lesser man； a man less stern with himself； would have trembled with it。
〃。。。 fear for you； boy。〃 He spoke to the stones above the mantelpiece； and his voice was so deep a rumble that I almost couldn't understand him。
〃Why？〃 A simple question unlocks best； Chade had taught me。
〃I don't know if he will see it in you。 Or what he will do if he does。 I've heard 。。。 no。 I know it's true。 There was a woman； actually； little more than a girl。 She had a way with birds。 She lived in the hills to the west of here； and it was said she could call a wild hawk from the sky。 Some folk admired her； and said it was a gift。 They took sick poultry to her； or called her in when hens wouldn't set their eggs。 She did aught but good； for all I heard。 But Galen spoke out against her。 Said she was an abomination； and that it would be the worse for the world if she lived to breed。 And one morning she was found beaten to death。〃
〃Galen did it？〃
Burrich shrugged； a gesture most unlike him。 〃His horse had been out of the stable that night。 That much I know。 And his hands were bruised； and he had scratches on his face and neck。 But not the scratches a woman would have dealt him； boy。 Talon marks； as if a hawk had tried to strike him。〃
〃And you said nothing？〃 I asked incredulously。
He barked a bitter laugh。 〃Another spoke before I could。 Galen was accused； by the girl's cousin； who happened to work here in the stables。 Galen would not deny it。 They went out to the Witness Stones and fought one another for El's justice； which always prevails there。 Higher than the King's court is the answer to a question settled there； and no one may dispute it。 The boy died。 Everyone said it was the El's justice； that the boy had accused Galen falsely。 One said it to Galen。 And he replied that El's justice was that the girl had died before she bred； and her tainted cousin； too。〃
Burrich fell silent。 I was queasy with what he had told me； and a cold fear snaked through me。 A question once decided at the Witness Stones could not be raised again。 That was more than law； it was the very will of the gods。 So I was to be taught by a man who was a murderer； a man who would try to kill me if he suspected I had the Wit。
〃Yes；〃 Burrich said as if I had spoken aloud。 〃Oh； Fitz； my son； be careful； be wise。〃 And for a moment I wondered； for it sounded as if he feared for me。 But then he added； 〃Don't shame me； boy。 Or your father。 Don't let Galen say that I've let my prince's son grow up a half beast。 Show him that Chivalry's blood runs true in you。〃
〃I'll try；〃 I muttered。 And I went to bed that night wretched and afraid。
The Queen's Garden was nowhere near the Women's Garden or the kitchen garden or any other garden in Buckkeep。 It was； instead； atop a circular tower。 The garden walls were high on the sides that faced the sea； but to the south and west； the walls were low and had seats along them。 The stone walls captured the warmth of the sun and fended off the salt winds…from the sea。 The air was still there； almost as if hands were cupped over my ears。 Yet there was a strange wildness to the garden founded on stone。 There were rock basins； perhaps birdbaths or water gardens at one time； and various tubs and pots and troughs of earth； intermingled with statuary。 At one time the tubs and pots had probably overflowed with greenery and flowers。 Of the plants； only a few stalks and the mossy earth in the tubs remained。 The skeleton of a vine crawled over a half…rotted trellis。 It filled me with an old sadness colder than the first chill of winter that was also here。 Patience should have had this； I thought。 She would bring life here again。
I was the first to arrive。 August came soon after。 He had Verity's broad build； much as I had Chivalry's height； and the dark Farseer coloring。 As always； he was distant but polite。 He dealt me a nod and then strolled about； looking at the statuary。
Others appeared rapidly after him。 I was surprised at how many； over a dozen。 Other than August； son of the King's sister； no one could boast so much Farseer blood as I could。 There were cousins and second cousins； of both sexes； and both younger and older than I。 August was probably the youngest； at two years my junior； and Serene； a woman in her mid twenties； was probably the eldest。 It was an oddly subdued group。 A few clustered； talking softly； but most drifted about； poking at the empty gardens or looking at the statues。
Then Galen came。
He let the door of the stairwell slam shut behind him。 Several of the others jumped。 He stood regarding us； and we in turn looked at him in silence。
There is something I have observed about skinny men。 Some； like Chade； seem so preoccupied with their lives that they either forget to eat； or burn every bit of sustenance they take in the fires of their passionate fascination with life。 But there is another type； one who goes about the world cadaverously； cheeks sunken； bones jutting； and one senses that he so disapproves of the whole of the world that he begrudges every bit of it that he takes inside himself。 At that moment I would have wagered that Galen had never truly enjoyed one bite of food or one swallow of drink in his life。
His dress puzzled me。 It was opulently rich； with fur at his collar and neck； and amber beading so thick on his vest it would have turned a sword。 But the rich fabrics strained over him； the clothing tailored so snugly to him that one wondered if the maker had lacked sufficient fabric to finish the suit。 At a time