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CHAPTER TWO
Newboy
HERE ARE MANY LEGENDS about Taker； the first Outislander to claim Buckkeep as the First Duchy and the founder of the royal line。 One is that the raiding voyage he was on was his first and only foray out from whatever cold harsh island bore him。 It is said that upon seeing the timbered fortifications of Buckkeep； he had announced； 〃If there's a fire and a meal there； I shan't be leaving again。〃 And there was； and he didn't。
But family rumor says that he was a poor sailor； made sick by the heaving water and salt…fish rations that other Outislanders throve upon。 That he and his crew had been lost for days upon the water； and if he had not managed to seize Buckkeep and make it his own； his own crew would have drowned him。 Nevertheless； the old tapestry in the Great Hall shows him as a well…thewed stalwart grinning fiercely over the prow of his vessel as his oarsmen propel him toward an ancient Buckkeep of logs and poorly dressed stone。
Buckkeep had begun its existence as a defensible position on a navigable river at the mouth of a bay with excellent anchorage。 Some petty landchief； whose name has been lost in the mists of history； saw the potential for controlling trade on the river and built the first stronghold there。 Ostensibly； he had built it to defend both river and bay from the Outislander raiders who came every summer to plunder up and down the river。 What he had not figured on were the raiders that infiltrated his fortifications by treachery。 The towers and walls became their toehold。 They moved their occupations and domination up the river； and rebuilding his timber fort into towers and walls of dressed stone； finally made Buckkeep the heart of the First Duchy； and eventually the capital of the kingdom of the Six Duchies。
The ruling house of the Six Duchies； the Farseers； were descended from those Outislanders。 They had； for several generations； kept up their ties with the Outislanders； making courting voyages and returning home with plump dark brides of their own folk。 And so the blood of the Outislanders still ran strong in the royal lines and the noble houses； producing children with black hair and dark eyes and muscled stocky limbs。 And with those attributes went a predilection for the Skill； and all the dangers and weaknesses inherent in such blood。 I had my share of that heritage； too。
But my first experience of Buckkeep held nothing of history or heritage。 I knew it only as an end place for a journey； a panorama of noise and people； carts and dogs and buildings and twisting streets that led finally to an immense stone stronghold on the cliffs that overlooked the city sheltered below it。 Burrich's horse was weary； and his hooves slipped on the often slimy cobbles of the city streets。 I held on grimly to Burrich's belt； too weary and aching even to plain。 I craned my head up once to stare at the tall gray towers and walls of the keep above us。 Even in the unfamiliar warmth of the sea breeze； it looked chill and forbidding。 I leaned my forehead against his back and felt ill in the brackish iodine smell of the immense water。 And that was how I came to Buckkeep。
Burrich had quarters over the stables； not far from the mews。 It was there he took me； along with the hounds and Chivalry's hawk。 He saw to the hawk first； for it was sadly bedraggled from the trip。 The dogs were overjoyed to be home and were suffused with a boundless energy that was very annoying to anyone as weary as I。 Nosy bowled me over a half…dozen times before I could convey to his thickskulled hound's mind that I was weary and half…sick and in no mood for play。 He responded as any pup would； by seeking out his former littermates and immediately getting himself into a semiserious fight with one of them that was quelled by a shout from Burrich。 Chivalry's man he might be； but when he was at Buckkeep； he was the master for hounds； hawks； and horses。
His own beasts seen to； he proceeded to walk through the stables； surveying all that had been done； or left undone； in his absence。 Stable boys； grooms； and falconers appeared as if by magic to defend their charges from any criticisms。 I trotted at his heels for as long as I could keep up。 It was only when I finally surrendered； and sank wearily onto a pile of straw； that he appeared to notice me。 A look of irritation； and then great weariness； passed across his face。
〃Here； you； Cob。 Take young Fitz there to the kitchens and see that he's fed； and then bring him back up to my quarters。〃
Cob was a short； dark dog boy； perhaps ten years old； who had just been praised over the health of a litter that had been whelped in Burrich's absence。 Moments before he had been basking in Burrich's approval。 Now his grin faltered； and he looked at me dubiously。 We regarded one another as Burrich moved off down the line of stalls with his entourage of nervous caretakers。 Then the boy shrugged and went into a half crouch to face me。 〃Are you hungry； then； Fitz？ Shall we go find you a bite？〃 he asked invitingly； in exactly the same tone as he had used to coax his puppies out where Burrich could see them。 I nodded； relieved that he expected no more from me than from a puppy； and followed him。
He looked back often to see if I was keeping up。 No sooner were we outside the stables than Nosy came frolicking up to join me。 The hound's evident affection for me raised me in Cob's estimation； and he continued to speak to both of us in short encouraging phrases； telling us there was food just ahead； e along now； no； don't go off sniffing after that cat； e along now； there's some good fellows。
The stables had been bustling； with Verity's men putting up their horses and gear and Burrich finding fault with all that had not been done up to his standards in his absence。 But as we drew closer to the inner keep； the foot traffic increased。 Folk brushed by us on all manner of errands： a boy carrying an immense slab of bacon on his shoulder； a giggling cluster of girls； arms heavy with strewing reeds and heather； a scowling old man with a basket of flopping fish； and three young women in motley and bells； their voices ringing as merrily as their chimes。
My nose informed me that we were getting closer to the kitchens； but the traffic increased proportionately； until we drew near a door with a veritable crush of people going in and out。 Cob stopped； and Nosy and I paused behind him； noses working appreciatively。 He regarded the press of folk at the door and frowned to himself。 〃Place is packed。 Everyone's getting ready for the weling feast tonight； for Verity and Regal。 Anyone who's anyone has e into Buckkeep for it； word spread fast about Chivalry ducking out on the kingship。 All the Dukes have e or sent a man to counsel about it。 I hear even the Chyurda sent someone； to be sure Chivalry's treaties will be honored if Chivalry is no longer about…〃
He halted； suddenly embarrassed； but whether it was because he was speaking of my father to the cause of his abdication； or because he was addressing a puppy and a six…year…old as if they had intelligence； I am not sure。 He glanced about； reassessing the situation。 〃Wait here；〃 he told us finally。 〃I'll slip in and bring something out for you。 Less chance of me getting stepped on 。。。 or caught。 Now stay。〃 And he reinforced his mand with a firm gesture of his hand。 I backed up to a wall and crouched down there； out of traffic's way； and Nosy sat obediently beside me。 I watched admiringly as Cob approached the door and slipped between the clustered folk； eeling smoothly into the kitchens。
With Cob out of sight； the more general populace claimed my attention。 Largely the folk that passed us were serving people and cooks； with a scattering of minstrels and merchants and delivery folk。 I watched them e and go with a weary curiosity。 I had already seen too much that day to find them of great interest。 Almost more than food I desired a quiet place away from all this activity。 I sat flat on the ground； my back against the sun…warmed wall of the keep； and put my forehead on my knees。 Nosy leaned against me。
Nosy's stick tail beating against the earth roused me。 I lifted my face from my knees to perceive a tall pair of brown boots before me。 My eyes traveled up rough leather pants and over a coarse wool shirt to a shaggy bearded face thatched with pepper…gray hair。 The man staring down at me balanced a small keg on one shoulder。
〃You the bastid； hey？〃
I had heard the word often enough to know it meant me； without grasping the fullness of its meaning。 I nodded slowly。 The man's face brightened with interest。
〃Hey；〃 he said loudly； no longer speaking to me but to the folk ing and going。 〃Here's the bastid。 Stiff…as…a…stick Chivalry's by blow。 Looks a fair bit like him； don't you say？ Who's your mother； boy？〃
To their credit； most of the passing people continued to e and go； with no more than a curious stare at the six…year…old sitting by the wall。 But the cask man's question was evidently of great interest； for more than a few heads turned； and several tradesmen who had just exited from the kitchen drew nearer to hear the answer。
But I did not have an answer。 Mother had been Mother； and whatever I had known of her was already fading。 So I made no reply； but only stared up at him。
〃Hey。 What's your name then； boy？〃 And turning to his audience； he confided； 〃I heard he ain't got no name。 No highflown royal name to shape him； nor even a cottage name to scold him by。 That right； boy？ You got a name？〃
The group of onlookers was growing。 A few showed pity in their eyes； but none interfered。 Some of what I was feeling passed to Nosy； who dropped over onto his side and showed his belly in supplication while thumping his tail in that ancient canine signal that always means； 〃I'm only a puppy。 I cannot defend myself。 Have mercy。〃 Had they been dogs； they would have sniffed me over and then drawn back。 But humans have no such inbred courtesies。 So when I didn't answer； the man drew a step nearer and repeated； 〃You got a name； boy？〃
I stood slowly； and the wall that had been warm against my back a moment ago was now a chill barrier to retreat。 At my feet； Nosy squirmed in the dust on his back and let out a pleading whine。 〃No；〃 I said softly； and when the man made as if to lean closer to hear my words； 〃NO！〃 I shouted； and repelled at him； while crabbing sideways along the wall。 I saw him stagger a step backward； losing his grip on his cask； so that it fell to the cobbled path and cracked open。 No one in the crowd could have understood what had happened。 I certainly didn't。 For the most part； folk laughed to see a grown man cower back from a child。 In that moment my reputation for both temper and spirit was made； for before nightfall the tale of the bastard standing up to his tormentor was all over the town。 Nosy scrabbled to his feet and fled with me。 I had one glimpse of Cob's face； taut with confusion as he emerged from the kitchen； pies in hands； and saw Nosy and I flee。 Had he been Burrich； I probably would have halted and trusted my safety to him。 But he was not； and so I ran； letting Nosy take the lead。
We fled through the trooping servants； just one more small boy and his dog racing about in the courtyard； and Nosy took me to what he obviously regarded as the safest place in the world。 Far from the kitchen and the inner keep was a hollow Vixen had scraped out under a corner of a rickety outbuilding where sacks of peas and beans were stored。 Here Nosy had been whelped； in total defiance of Burrich； and here she had managed to keep her pups hidden for almost three days。 Burrich himself had found her there。 His smell was the first human smell Nosy could recall。 It was a tight squeeze to get under the building； but once within； the den was warm and dry and semidark。 Nosy huddled close to me and I put my arm around him。 Hidden there； our hearts soon eased down from their wild thumpings； and from calmness we passed into the deep dreamless sleep reserved for warm spring afternoons and puppies。
I came awake shivering； hours later。 It was full dark and the tenuous warmth of the early…spring day had fled。 Nosy was aw