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l you who you really are； Fitz。〃 Regal paused。 To me it seemed he looked at the King； as if gauging how safe it was for him to speak。
〃You；〃 he continued in a lowered voice； tone as sweet as a minstrel's。 〃You are the misbegotten bastard of a princeling who had not even the courage to continue as King…in…Waiting。 You are the grandson of a dead Queen whose mon breeding showed in the mon woman her eldest son bedded to conceive you。 You who take the name to yourself of FitzChivalry Farseer need do no more than scratch yourself to find Nameless the dog boy。 Be grateful I do not send you back to the stables； but suffer to let you abide in the Keep。〃
I do not know what I felt。 Nighteyes was snarling to the venom in Regal's words； while Verity was capable of fratricide at that moment。 I glanced at King Shrewd。 He cupped his mug of sweet tea in both hands and dreamed into the fire。 From the corner of my eyes； I had a glimpse of the Fool。 There was fear in his colorless eyes； fear as I had never seen there before。 And he was looking； not at Regal； but at me。
I abruptly realized that I had arisen and was standing over Regal。 He was looking up at me。 Waiting。 There was a glint of fear in his eyes； but also the shine of triumph。 All I would have to do was strike at him； and he could call the guards。 It would be treason。 He would hang me for it。 I felt how the fabric of my shirt was binding on my shoulders and chest； so swollen with rage was I。 I tried to exhale； willed the balled fists of my hands to loosen。 It took a moment。 Hush； I told them。 Hush； or you'll get me killed。 When I had my voice under control； I spoke。
〃Many things have been made clear to me this night；〃 I said quietly。 I turned to King Shrewd。 〃My lord king； I bid you good evening； and ask to be excused from your presence。〃
〃Eh？ So you 。。。 had an anxious day； lad？〃
〃I did； my lord king；〃 I said softly。 His deep eyes looked up into mine as I stood before him； waiting to be released。 I looked deep into their depths。 He was not there。 Not as he once had been。 He looked at me puzzledly； blinked a few times。
〃Well。 Perhaps you had best get some rest； then。 As should I。 Fool？ Fool； is my bed prepared？ Warm it with the warming pan。 I grow so cold at night these days。 Ha！ At night these days！ There's a bit of nonsense for you； Fool。 How would you say it； to get it aright？〃
The Fool sprang to his feet； bowed deeply before the King。 〃I would say there's the chill of death about the days these nights as well； Your Majesty。 A cold fair to curl the bones； it is。 A man could take his death of it。 It would warm me more to hide in your shade than to stand before your sun's heat。〃
King Shrewd chuckled。 〃You don't make a bit of sense； Fool。 But then you never did。 Good night to all； and off to bed； lads； both of you。 Good night； good night。〃
I slipped out while Regal was saying a more formal good night to his father。 It was all I could do to walk past Wallace's simpering smile without smashing it from his face。 Once in the hall outside； I swiftly sought my own room。 I would take the Fool's advice； I thought； and hide myself in Chade rather than stand before the heat of the King's son。
I spent the rest of that evening in my room alone。 I knew that as night deepened； Molly would wonder when I did not e tapping at her door。 But I had no heart for it tonight。 I could not summon the energy to slip out of my room and go creeping up the stairs and slinking down the corridors； always worrying that someone might step out abruptly and find me where I had no right to be。 At one time I would have sought out Molly's warmth and affection and found a measure of peace there。 That was no longer the case。 Now I dreaded the stealth and anxiety of our meetings； and a guardedness that did not even end when her door closed behind me。 For Verity rode within me； and ever I must guard that what I felt and thought with Molly did not spill over into the link I shared with Verity。
I gave up on the scroll I had been trying to read。 What use now to learn of Elderlings； anyway？ Verity would find whatever Verity found。 I flung myself back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling。 Even still and silent； there was no peace in me。
My link to Verity was like a hook in my flesh； so must a snagged fish feel when it fights the line。 My ties to Nighteyes were on a deeper； more subtle level； but ever he was there as well； green eyes lambent in a dark corner of myself。 These parts of me never slept； never rested； were never quiescent at all。 And that constant strain was beginning to tell on me。
Hours later the candles were guttering and the fire burned low。 A change in the air of my room let me know that Chade had opened his soundless door to me。 I arose and went to him。 But with every step I took up that drafty staircase； my anger grew。 It was not the kind of anger that led to ranting and blows between men。 This was an anger born as much from weariness and frustration as from any hurt。 This was the sort of anger that led a man to stop everything； to say simply； 〃I cannot bear this anymore。〃
〃Cannot bear what？〃 Chade asked me。 He looked up from where he hunched over some concoction he was grinding on his stained stone table。 There was genuine concern in his voice。 It made me really stop and look at the man I addressed。 A tall； skinny old assassin。 Pox…scarred。 Hair gone almost entirely white now。 Wearing the familiar gray wool robe； always with stains or the tiny burns he inflicted on his clothes while he worked。 I wondered how many men he had killed for his king； killed simply at a word or nod from Shrewd。 Killed without question； true to his oath。 For all those deaths； he was a gentle man。 Suddenly I had a question； a question more pressing than answering his question。
〃Chade；〃 I asked； 〃have you ever killed a man for your own sake？〃
He looked startled。 〃For my own sake？〃
〃Yes。
〃To protect my own life？〃
〃Yes。 I don't mean when on the King's business。 I mean killed a man to 。。。 make your life simpler。〃
He snorted。 〃Of course not。〃 He looked at me strangely。
〃Why not？〃 I pressed。
He looked incredulous。 〃One simply does not go about killing people for convenience。 It's wrong。 It's called murder； boy。〃
〃Unless you do it for your king。〃
〃Unless you do it for your king；〃 he agreed easily。
〃Chade。 What's the difference？ If you do it for yourself； or if you do it for Shrewd？〃
He sighed and gave up on the mixture he was making。 He moved around the end of the table； sat on a tall stool there。 〃I remember asking these questions。 But of myself； as my mentor was gone by the time I was your age。〃 He met my eyes firmly。 〃It es down to faith； boy。 Do you believe in your king？ And your king has to be more to you than your half brother； or your grandfather。 He has to be more than good old Shrewd； or fine honest Verity。 He has to be the King。 The heart of the kingdom； the center of the wheel。 If he is that； and if you have faith that the Six Duchies are worth preserving； that the good of all our people are furthered by dispensing the King's