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〃And he relies upon that！〃 I spat out； and then turned my face aside from Verity until I could master my anger。 The very intensity of it frightened me； for I had not allowed myself to feel it until now。 Months ago； when I was using all my wits to stay alive； I had pushed it aside to keep my mind clear。 There had followed the wasting months of convalescence as I recovered from Regal's botched poisoning attempt。 Not even to Burrich had I been able to tell all； for Verity had made it clear that he wished no one to know any more about the situation than could be helped。 Now I stood before my prince and trembled with the force of my own anger。 My face spasmed suddenly in a violent series of twitches。 That dismayed me enough that I was able to force calm upon myself once more。
〃Regal relies upon it；〃 I said more quietly。 All this while Verity had not budged nor changed expression despite my outburst。 He sat gravely at his end of the table； his work…scarred hands posed before him； watching me with dark eyes。 I looked down at the tabletop and traced with a fingertip the carved scrollwork on the corner。 〃He does not admire you； that you keep the laws of the kingdom。 He sees it as a weakness； as a way to circumvent justice。 He may try to kill you again。 Almost certainly； he will make an attempt upon me。〃
〃Then we must be careful； we two； mustn't we？〃 Verity observed mildly。
I lifted my eyes to look him in the face。 〃That is all you say to me？〃 I asked tightly； choking down my outrage。
〃FitzChivalry。 I am your prince。 I am your king…in…waiting。 You are sworn to me； as much as to my father。 And； if it es to it； you are sworn to my brother as well。〃 Verity rose suddenly to take a pace around the room。 〃Justice。 There's a thing we shall ever thirst after； and ever be parched。 No。 We content ourselves with law。 And this is only more true； the higher a man's rank rises。 Justice would put you next in line for the throne； Fitz。 Chivalry was my elder brother。 But law says you were born outside of wedlock； and hence can never make any claim to the crown。 Some might say I had snatched the throne from my brother's son。 Should I be shocked that my younger brother should want to grab it from me？〃
I had never heard Verity speak like this； his voice so even but so fraught with emotion。 I kept silent。
〃You think I should punish him。 I could。 I need not prove his wrongdoing to make life unpleasant for him。 I could send him as emissary to Cold Bay； on some contrived errand； and keep him there； in unfortable conditions； far from court。 I could all but banish him。 Or I could keep him here at court； but so load him with unpleasant duties that he has no time for that which amuses him。 He would understand he was being punished。 So would every noble with half a wit。 Those who sympathize with him would rally to his defense。 The Inland Duchies could contrive some emergency in his mother's land that demanded the presence of her son。 Once there； he could build further support for himself。 He might very well be able to foment the civil unrest he sought before； and found an inland kingdom loyal only to him。 Even if he did not achieve that end； he could cause enough unrest to steal the unity I must have if I am to defend our kingdom。〃
He stopped speaking。 He lifted his eyes and glanced around the room。 I followed his gaze。 The walls were hung with his maps。 There was Bearns； there was Shoaks； and here was Rippon。 On the opposite wall； Buck； Farrow； and Tilth。 All done in Verity's precise hand； every river blue…inked； every town named。 Here were his Six Duchies。 He knew them as Regal never would。 He had ridden those roads； helped set the markers of those boundaries。 Following Chivalry； he had treated with the folk who bordered our lands。 He had swung a sword in defense of it； and known when to set down that sword and negotiate a peace。 Who was I to be telling him how to rule at home？
〃What will you do？〃 I asked quietly。
〃Keep him。 He is my brother。 And my father's son。〃 He poured himself more wine。 〃My father's most cherished； youngest son。 I have gone to my father； the King； and suggested that Regal might be more content with his lot if he had more to do with the running of the kingdom。 King Shrewd has consented to this。 I expect to be much occupied with defending our land from the Red…Ships。 So to Regal will fall the task of raising the revenues we shall need； and he will also be dealing with any other internal crises that may arise。 With a circle of nobles to assist him； of course。 He is full wele to deal with their bickering and dissensions。〃
〃And Regal is content with this？〃
Verity smiled a thin smile。 〃He cannot say he is not。 Not if he wishes to keep the image of a young man adept at ruling and but waiting for opportunity to prove himself。〃 He lifted his wineglass and turned to stare into the fire。 The only sound in the room was the snapping of the flames as they consumed the wood。 〃When you e to me tomorrow；〃 he began。
〃Tomorrow I must have for myself；〃 I told him。
He set down his wineglass and turned to look at me。 〃Must you？〃 he asked in an odd tone。
I looked up and met his eyes。 I swallowed。 I brought myself to my feet。 〃My prince；〃 I began formally。 〃I would ask your kind permission to be excused from duties tomorrow； that I might 。。。 pursue errands of my own。〃
He let me stand for a moment。 Then： 〃Oh； sit down； Fitz。 Petty。 I suppose that was petty of me。 Thinking of Regal puts me in such a frame of mind。 Certainly you can have the day； boy。 If anyone asks； you are on my business。 Might I ask what this urgent errand is？〃
I looked into the fire at the leaping flames。 〃My friend was living in Siltbay。 I need to find out…〃
〃Oh； Fitz。〃 There was more sympathy in Verity's voice than I could withstand。
A sudden wave of weariness washed over me。 I was glad to sit again。 My hands began to tremble。 I put them below the table and clasped them to still them。 I still felt the tremors； but at least no one could see my weakness now。
He cleared his throat。 〃Go to your room and rest；〃 he said kindly。 〃Do you want a man to ride with you to Siltbay tomorrow？〃
I shook my head dumbly； suddenly and miserably certain of what I would discover。 The thought made me sick。 Another shudder went through me。 I tried to breathe slowly； to calm myself and edge back from the fit that threatened。 I could not abide the thought of shaming myself that way before Verity。
〃Shame to me； not you； to have ignored how ill you have been。〃 He had arisen silently。 He set his glass of wine before me。 〃The damage you took was taken for me。 I am appalled by what I allowed to befall you。〃
I forced myself to meet Verity's eyes。 He knew all that I tried to conceal。 Knew it； and was miserable with guilt。
〃It is not often this bad；〃 I offered him。
He smiled at me； but his eyes did not change。 〃You are an excellent liar； Fitz。 Do not think your training has gone awry。 But you cannot lie to a man who has been with you as much as I have； not just these last few days； but often during your illness。 If any other man says to