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The guards were instantly on him； one to an arm； tugging and cursing while he ignored them。 Old Blade jigged up and down behind them； saying； 〃Give it up； e on； Burrich； you had your say； e on； man； before there's real trouble。〃
They did not pry him loose； but he gave it up suddenly； just dropping his arms to his sides。 It caught the guards by surprise and they both stumbled back。 I clutched at the barred window。
〃Burrich。〃 It was hard to make my mouth form words。 〃I never meant to hurt you。 I'm sorry。〃 I took a breath； tried to find some words to end some of the torment in his eyes。 〃No one should blame you。 You did the best with me you could。〃
He shook his head at me； his face contorting with grief and anger。 〃Lie down and die； boy。 Just lie down and die。〃 He turned and walked away from me。 Blade was walking backward； apologizing a hundred times over to the two flustered guards who followed him up the corridor。 I watched them go； and then watched Burrich's shadow go lurching off； while Blade's stayed a bit to mollify the guards。
I swiped at the spittle on my swollen face and went slowly back to my stone bench。 I sat a long time； remembering。 From the beginning he had warned me off the Wit。 The first dog that I had ever bonded to； he had mercilessly taken from me。 I had fought him for that dog； repelled at him with every bit of strength I had； and he had just deflected it back at me。 So hard I had not even attempted to repel anyone for years after that。 And when he had relented； ignoring if not accepting my bond with the wolf； it had rebounded onto him。 The Wit。 All those times he had warned me； and all those times I had been so sure I knew what I was doing。
You did。
Nighteyes。 I acknowledged him。 I had no spirit to do more than that。
e with me。 e with me and we will hunt。 I can take you far from all of this。
In a while； perhaps； I put him off。 I did not have the strength to deal with him。
I sat a long time； actually。 My encounter with Burrich hurt as badly as the beating had。 I tried to think of one person in my life that I had not failed； had not disappointed。 I could think of no one。
I glanced down at Brawndy's cloak。 I was cold enough to want it； but too sore to pick it up。 A pebble on the floor beside it caught my eye。 It puzzled me。 I had looked at this floor long enough to know there were no loose dark pebbles in my cell。
Curiosity is a disturbingly strong force。 Finally； I leaned way over and picked up the cloak； and the pebble next to it。 It took some time to get the cloak around me。 Then I examined my pebble。 It wasn't a pebble。 It was dark and wet。 A wad of something？ Leaves。 A pellet of wadded leaves。 A pellet that had stung my chin when Burrich spat at me？ Cautiously I held it up to the fickle light that wandered in the barred window。
Something white secured the outer leaf。 I picked it loose。 What had caught my eye was the white end of a porcupine quill； while the black barbed tip had secured the leaf wrapping。 Unfolded； the leaf revealed a sticky brown wad。 I lifted it to my nose and sniffed it cautiously。 A mixture of herbs； but one dominated。 I recognized the scent queasily。 Carryme。 A Mountain herb。 A powerful painkiller and sedative； sometimes used to mercifully extinguish life。 Kettricken had used it when she had tried to kill me in the Mountains。
e with me。
Not just now。
This was Burrich's parting gift to me？ A merciful end？ I thought over what he had said。 Better to just lie down and die。 This； from the man who had taught me the fight wasn't over until you had won it？ The contradiction was too sharp。
Heart of the Pack says you should e with me。 Now。 Tonight。 Lie down； he says。 Be a bone for the dogs to dig up later； he says。 I could feel the effort Nighteyes was putting into relaying this message。
I was silent； thinking。
He took the quill from my lip； Brother。 I think we can trust him。 e with me； now； tonight。
I considered the three things that lay in my hand。 The leaf； the quill； the pellet。 I rewrapped the pellet in the leaf； secured it with the quill again。
I don't understand what he wants me to do； I plained。
Lie down and be still。 Still yourself； and go with me； as myself。 A long pause as Nighteyes worked something through in his head。 Eat what he gave you only if you must。 Only if you cannot e to me on your own。
I have no idea what he is up to。 But； like you； I think we can trust him。 In the dimness； past all weariness； I sat picking at the stitching in my sleeve。 When it finally came loose； I coaxed the tiny paper packet of powder out and then pushed the leaf…wrapped pellet in。 I managed to force the quill to hold it there。 I looked at the paper packet in my hand。 A tiny idea came to me； but I refused to dwell on it。 I gripped it in my hand。 Then I wrapped myself in Brawndy's cloak and slowly lay myself down on the bench。 I knew I should keep vigil； lest Will e back。 I was too hopeless and too weary。 I am with you； Nighteyes。
We sped away together； over crusted white snow； into a wolf world。
CHAPTER THIRTY…TWO
Execution
STABLEMASTER BURRICH WAS renowned during his years at Buckkeep as an extraordinary horse handler as well as a houndsman and falconer。 His skill with beasts was near legendary even in his own lifetime。
He began his years of service as a mon soldier。 It is said he came from folk who had settled in Shoaks。 Some say his grandmother was of slave stock； who bought herself free from a Bingtown master by an extraordinary service。
As a soldier； his fierceness in battle brought him to the attention of a young Prince Chivalry。 It is rumored that he first appeared before his prince on a disciplinary matter regarding a tavern brawl。 He served Chivalry for a time as a weapons partner； but Chivalry discovered his gift for animals and put him in charge of his guards' horses。 He was soon caring for Chivalry's hounds and hawks as well； and eventually came to oversee the entire stables of Buckkeep。 His sage doctoring of beasts and knowledge of their internal workings extended to cattle； sheep； and swine and the occasional treatment of fowl。 No one exceeded him in his understanding of beasts。
Severely injured in a boar…hunting accident； Burrich acquired a limp he was to suffer the rest of his life。 It seems to have mitigated the quick and savage temper that was his reputation as a young man。 However； it is also true he remained a man that few willingly crossed to the end of his days。
His herbal remedy was responsible for halting the outbreak of scallers that afflicted the lambs in Bearns Duchy following the Blood Plague years。 He saved the flocks from total decimation； as well as kept the disease from spreading into Buck Duchy。
A clear night under shining stars。 A sound healthy body； surging down a snowy hillside in a series of exuberant leaps。 Our passage left snow cascading from bushes in our wake。 We had killed； we had eaten。 All hungers were satisfied。 The night was fresh and open； cracking cold。 No cage held us； no men beat