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We stared together into the fire。
CHAPTER TWENTY…NINE
Escapes and Captures
THE OUTBREAK OF strife between the coastal and Inland Duchies at the end of King Shrewd's reign was not a new sundering； but rather a resumption of old differences。 The four Coastal Duchies； Bearns； Buck； Rippon； and Shoaks； were a kingdom long before the Six Duchies came to be。 When the unified battle tactics of the Chalced States convinced King Wielder that their conquest would be unprofitable； he turned his ambitions inland。 The Farrow region； with its scattered nomadic tribal populations； fell easily to the organized armies he led。 The more populous and settled Tilth grudgingly surrendered to him when the erstwhile King of that region found his territory surrounded and his trade routes severed。
Both the old kingdom of Tilth and the region that would e to be known as Farrow were held as conquered territory for over a generation。 The wealth of their granaries； orchards； and herds were exploited lavishly for the benefit of the Coastal Duchies。 Queen Munificence； granddaughter of Wielder； was wise enough to see that this was breeding discontent in the inland areas。 She showed great tolerance and wisdom in elevating the tribal elders of the Farrow folk and the former ruling families of Tilth to nobles。 She used marriages and grants of land to forge alliances between coastal and inland folk。 She first referred to her kingdom as the Six Duchies。 But all of her political maneuvers could not change the geographic and economic interests of the different areas。 Climate； folk； and livelihoods of the Inland Duchies remained vastly different from that of the coastal peoples。
During Shrewd's reign； the differing interests of the two regions were exacerbated by the offspring of his two queens。 His elder sons； Verity and Chivalry； were the sons of Queen Constance； a noblewoman of Shoaks with relatives among the nobility of Bearns as well。 She was very much of the coastal folk。 Shrewd's second queen； Desire； was from Farrow； but traced her family lineage back to the long foundered royalty of Tilth as well as to distant Farseer connections。 Hence came her oft…repeated claim that her son Regal was more royal than either of his half brothers； and hence had more right to the throne。
With the disappearance of King…in…Waiting Verity and rumors of his death； and the obvious failing of King Shrewd； it appeared to the Coastal Dukes that power and title would be passed on to Prince Regal； born of inland lineage。 They preferred to align with the unborn child of Verity； a coastal Prince； and predictably did all they could to retain and consolidate power in the coastal bloodlines。 Threatened as the Coastal Duchies were by Raiders and Forgings； it was really the only rational choice they could make。
The King…in…Waiting ceremony was too long。 Folk were assembled well ahead of time； to allow Regal to make a stately entrance through our ranks and ascend to the high seat； where a drowsing King Shrewd awaited him。 Queen Kettricken； pale as a wax taper； stood behind Shrewd at his left shoulder。 Shrewd was bedecked in robes and fur collars and the full regalia of the royal jewels； but Kettricken had resisted Regal's suggestions and enticements。 She stood very tall and straight in a plain robe of purple； belted above her rounding belly。 A simple circlet of gold confined the cropped remnants of her hair。 Other than that band of metal at her temples； she might have been a servant standing ready to attend Shrewd。 I knew she saw herself still as Sacrifice rather than queen。 She could not see that the starkness of her attire made her look dramatically foreign to the court。
The Fool was there as well； in a well…worn motley of black and white； and with Ratsy once more atop his scepter。 He had striped his face in black and white as well； and I wondered if this was to camouflage his bruises； or simply to plement his motley。 He had appeared sometime before Regal had； and had very obviously enjoyed the spectacle he created by sauntering up the aisle； waving Ratsy about in airy benediction； before he curtsied to the assemblage and then plopped gracefully at the King's feet。 Guards had begun to move to intercept him； but were blocked by grinning； craning people。 When he arrived at the dais and seated himself； the King had reached down to absently tousle the Fool's sparse locks； and so he had been suffered to remain where he was。 Scowls or grins were exchanged over the Fool's performance； depending largely on how deeply one had pledged his allegiance to Regal。 I myself feared that it would be the Fool's last prank。
The atmosphere in the Keep all day had been like to that of a seething pot。 My trust that Bearns was a tight…lipped man had been misplaced。 Entirely too many minor nobles were suddenly nodding to me； or catching my eye for an exchanged look。 I feared it could not be missed by any of Regal's minions； and so had kept myself to my room or； for a good part of the early afternoon； in Verity's tower； where I had vainly attempted to Skill forth to him。 I had chosen that spot in the hopes of invoking his memory cleanly to my mind； but I failed。 Instead I found myself straining for a hint of Will's footstep on the tower stairs； or a brush of Justin's or Serene's presence against my Skill sense。
After I gave up on Skilling； I sat long； pondering the unsolvable riddle of how I would empty the King's room of guards。 Outside； I could hear the pounding of the sea and the wind； and when I opened the windows briefly the gusting storm fair blew me across the room。 Most saw this as a fair day for the ceremony； the rising storm might keep Raiders berthed wherever they were at present and assure us no new raids。 I watched the freezing rain putting a crust on the banked snow while making the roads treacherously slick； and imagined Burrich traveling through it by night with the Queen and King Shrewd in his litter。 It was not a task I would enjoy。
The tone for something of great portent to happen had been well set。 Now； in addition to stories of the Pocked Man and snakes on the hearth； there was despair in the kitchens。 The day's bake of bread had failed to rise； and the milk had curdled in the casks before even the cream could be skimmed from it。 Poor Cook Sara had been shaken to her core and declared that never before had such a thing dared to happen in her kitchens。 The pig men would not even let the soured milk be given to the swine； so sure were all that it was cursed。 The failure of the bread had meant twice the catch…up work for the kitchen servants； who were already overburdened with feeding all the guests who had e for the ceremony。 I could now vouch that the tempers of an entire Keep could be disturbed by an unhappy kitchen crew。
There had been short rations for the watch room； and the stew had been overly salted； while somehow the beer had gone flat。 The Duke of Tilth plained of vinegar instead of wine in his rooms； which led the Duke of Bearns to ment to those of Shoaks and Rippon that even a bit of vinegar would have been wele as a sign of hospitality in their rooms。 The unfort