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ing on his leg； he would drink until it was time for him to sleep。 And wake up in the evening； just in time to eat and then go guard Kettricken's door。 He no longer did anything in the stables。 He had given them over to Hands； who went about looking as if the job were a punishment he hadn't deserved。
Every other day or so； Patience sent Molly up to tidy Burrich's room for him。 I knew little of these visits other than that they happened； and that Burrich； surprisingly； tolerated them。 I had mixed feelings about them。 No matter how much Burrich drank； he always treated women graciously； yet the emptied brandy bottles in a row could not but remind Molly of her father。 Still； I wished them to know one another。 One day I told Burrich that Molly had been threatened because of her association with me。 〃Association？〃 he had asked sharply。
〃Some few know that I care for her；〃 I admitted gingerly。
〃A man does not bring his problems down on a woman he cares for；〃 he told me severely。
I had no reply to that。 Instead I gave him the few details Molly had recalled about her attackers； but they suggested nothing to him。 For a time he had stared off； right through the walls of his room。 After a time he picked up his cup and drained it。 He spoke carefully。 〃I am going to tell her that you are worried about her。 I am going to tell her that if she fears danger； she must e to me。 I am more in a position to deal with it。〃 He looked up and met my eyes。 〃I am going to tell her that you are wise to stay away from her； for her sake。〃 As he poured himself another drink he had added quietly to the tabletop； 〃Patience was right。 And she was wise to send her to me。〃
I blanched to consider the fill implications of that statement。 For once； I was smart enough to know when to be quiet。 He drank his brandy down； then looked at the bottle。 Slowly； he slid it across the table toward me。 〃Put that back on the shelf for me； will you？〃 he requested。
Animals and winter stores continued to be drained from Buckkeep。 Some were sold off cheaply to Inland Duchies。 The very finest of the hunting and riding horses were barged up the Buck； to an area near Turlake。 Regal announced this as a plan to preserve our best breeding stock far from the ravages of the Red…Ships。 The mutter of the folk in Buckkeep Town； so Hands told me； was that if the King could not hold his own castle； what hope was there for them？ When a shipment of fine old tapestries and furniture were sent upriver as well； the murmur became that soon the Farseers would abandon Buckkeep entirely； without even a fight； without even waiting for an assault。 I had the unfortable suspicion the rumor was correct。
Confined as I was to Buckkeep； I had little direct access to the talk of the mon folk。 A silence greeted my entry to the watchroom now。 With； my restriction to the Keep had e gossip and speculation。 The talk that had flown about me on the day I had failed to save the little girl from the Forged ones found new life。 Few of the guard spoke to me of anything other than the weather or other pleasantries。 While they did not make me a total pariah； I was banished from the easy conversations and rambling arguments that usually filled the watchroom。 To talk to me had bee bad luck。 I wouldn't inflict that on men and women I cared about。
I was still wele about the stables； but I strove not to talk to any one person too much； or appear too close to any of the beasts。 The stable workers were a morose lot these days。 There was not enough work to busy them； so quarrels were more frequent。 The stable hands were my major source of news and rumors。 None of it was cheery。 There were garbled stories of raids on Bearns towns； gossip about brawls in the taverns and on the docks of Buckkeep Town； and accounts of folk moving south or inland as their means allowed。 What talk there was of Verity and his quest was demeaning or ridiculing。 Hope had perished。 Like me； the folk of Buckkeep were waiting in suspense for disaster to e to their doorsteps。
We had a month of stormy weather； and the relief and rejoicing in Buckkeep were more destructive than the preceding period of tension had been。 A waterfront tavern caught fire during an especially wild evening of revelry。 The fire spread； and only the drenching rain that followed the gusting winds saved it from spreading to the dock warehouses。 That would have been a disaster in more than one way； for as Regal drained the Keep warehouses of grain and supplies； folk in the town saw little reason to conserve what was left。 Even if the Raiders never came to Buckkeep itself； I was resigned to short rations before the winter was out。
I woke one night to stark stillness。 The howl of the storm winds and the rattling of rain had stilled。 My heart sank。 A terrible premonition filled me； and when I rose to a clear blue morning； my dread increased。 Despite the sunny day； the atmosphere in the Keep was oppressive。 Several times I felt the tickling of the Skill against my senses。 It nearly drove me mad； for I did not know if it was Verity attempting better contact； or Justin and Serene prying。 A late…afternoon visit to King Shrewd and the Fool disheartened me further。 The King； wasted to little more than bones； was sitting up and smiling vaguely。 He Skilled feebly toward me as I came in the door； and then greeted me with； 〃Ah； Verity； my lad。 How did your sword lesson go today？〃 The rest of his conversation made as much sense。 Regal appeared almost immediately after I arrived。 He sat on a straight…backed chair； arms crossed on his chest； and looked at me。 No words were exchanged between us。 I could not decide if my silence were cowardice or self…restraint。 I escaped him as soon as I decently could； despite a rebuking look from the Fool。
The Fool himself looked little better than the King。 On so colorless a creature as the Fool； the dark circles under his eyes looked painted on。 His tongue had grown as still as the clappers in his bells。 When King Shrewd died； nothing would stand between the Fool and Regal。 I wondered if there was any way I could aid him。
As if I could aid myself； I reflected sourly。
In the solitude of my room that evening； I drank more than I should of the cheap blackberry brandy that Burrich despised。 I knew I would be sick from it tomorrow。 I didn't care。 Then I lay on my bed； listening to the distant sounds of merriment from the Great Hall。 I wished Molly were there to scold me for being drunk。 The bed was too large； the linens glacier white and cold。 I closed my eyes and sought fort in the pany of a wolf。 Confined as I was to ；the Keep； I had begun to seek his dream pany on a nightly basis； just to have an illusion of freedom。
I came awake just before Chade seized me and shook me。 It was good I had recognized him in that split instant； for otherwise I am sure I would have tried to kill him。 〃Up！〃 he whispered hoarsely。 〃Get up； you sodden fool； you idiot！ Neatbay is under siege。 Five Red…Ships。 I wager they'll leave nothing standing if we delay。 Get up； damn you！〃
I staggered to my feet； the muzziness of drink giving way before the shock of his words。
〃What can