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re for nothing but their own survival。 They see each other only as rivals for food or fort of any kind。〃 I refilled my mug； grateful for the spreading warmth of the wine。 At least it pushed aside the physical cold。 The chill thought of the bleak isolation of the Forged ones it could not touch。
It was the Wit that had let me discover this about Forged ones。 So deadened were they to all sense of kinship with the world that I could scarcely sense them at all。 The Wit gave me a certain access to that web that bound all creatures together； but the Forged ones were separate from that net； as isolated as stones； as hungry and merciless as an unthinking storm or a river in flood。 To encounter one unexpectedly was as startling to me as if a stone rose up to attack me。
But Verity only nodded thoughtfully。 〃Yet even wolves； animals as they are； attack as a pack。 As do tearfish on a whale。 If these animals can band together to bring down food； why not the Forged ones？〃
I set down the bread I had picked up。 〃Wolves and tearfish do as they do by their nature； and share the flesh with their young。 They do not kill； each for his own meat； but for meat for the pack。 I have seen Forged ones in groups； but they do not act together。 The time I was attacked by more than one Forged one； the only thing that saved me was that I was able to turn them against each other。 I dropped the cloak they desired； and they fought over it。 And when they came after me again； they more got in one another's way than helped one another。〃 I fought to keep my voice steady as the memory of that night rose up in me。 Smithy had died that night； and I had first killed。 〃But they do not fight together。 That is what is beyond the Forged ones； the idea of cooperating so that all might benefit。〃
I looked up to find Verity's dark eyes full of sympathy。 〃I had forgotten that you had had some experience fighting them。 Forgive me。 I don't dismiss it。 There is just so much besieging me lately。〃 His voice dwindled away and he seemed to be listening to something far away。 After a moment he came back to himself。 〃So。 You believe they cannot cooperate。 And yet it seems to be happening。 See； here；〃 and he brushed his hand lightly over a map spread out on his table。 〃I have been marking the places of the plaints； and keeping track of how many are said to be there。 What do you think of this？〃
I went to stand beside him。 Standing next to Verity was now like standing next to a different sort of hearth。 The strength of the Skill radiated from him。 I wondered if he strove to hold it in check； if it always threatened to spill out of him and spread his consciousness over the whole kingdom。
〃The map； Fitz；〃 he recalled me； and I wondered how much he knew of my thoughts。 I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand。 The map showed Buck； done in wondrous detail。 Shallows and tide flats were marked along the coast； as well as inland landmarks and lesser roads。 It was a map made lovingly； by a man who had walked and ridden and sailed the area。 Verity had used bits of red wax as markers。 I studied them； trying to see what his real concern was。
〃Seven different incidents。〃 He reached to touch his markers。 〃Some within a day's ride of Buckkeep。 But we have had no raids that close； so where would these Forged ones be ing from？ They might be driven away from their home villages； true； but why would they converge upon Buckkeep？〃
〃Perhaps these are desperate people pretending to be Forged ones when they go out to steal from their neighbors？〃
〃Perhaps。 But it is troubling that the incidents are happening closer and closer to Buckkeep。 There are three different groups； from what the victims say。 But each time there is a report of a robbery or a barn broken into or a cow butchered in the field； the group responsible seems to have moved closer to Buckkeep。 I can think of no reason for Forged ones to do such a thing。 And … he halted me as I began to speak … the descriptions of one group match those of another attack； reported over a month ago。 If these are the same Forged ones； they have e a long way in that time。〃
〃It does not seem like Forged ones；〃 I said； and then carefully； I asked； 〃Do you suspect a conspiracy of some kind？〃
Verity snorted bitterly。 〃Of course。 When do I not suspect conspiracies anymore？ But for this； at least； I think I can look further afield than Buckkeep to find the source。〃 He halted abruptly； as if hearing how bluntly he had spoken。 〃Look into it for me； Fitz； will you？ Ride out and about a bit； and listen。 Tell me what they say in the taverns； and tell me what sign you find on the roads。 Gather gossip of other attacks； and keep track of the detail。 Quietly。 Can you do that for me？〃
〃Of course。 But why quietly？ It seems to me that if we alerted folk； we would hear more swiftly of what goes on。〃
〃We would hear more； that's true。 More of rumors； and much more of plaint。 So far these are individual plaints。 I am the only one； I think； who has put together a pattern from them。 I do not want Buckkeep itself up in arms； plaining that the King cannot even protect his capital city。 No。 Quietly； Fitz。 Quietly。〃
〃Just look into it quietly。〃 I did not voice it as a question。
Verity gave his broad shoulders a small shrug。 But it was more like a man shifting a burden than dislodging a load。 〃Put a stop to it where you can。〃 His voice was small and he looked into the fire。 〃Quietly； Fitz。 Very quietly。〃
I nodded slowly。 I had had these kinds of assignments before also。 Killing Forged ones did not bother me as much as killing a man did。 Sometimes I tried to pretend I was laying a restless soul to peace； putting a family's anguish to a final end。 I hoped I would not bee too adept at lying to myself。 It was a luxury an assassin could not afford。 Chade had warned me that I must always remember what I truly was。 Not an angel of mercy； but a killer who worked for the good of the King。 Or the King…in…Waiting。 It was my duty to keep the throne secure。 My duty。 I hesitated； then spoke。
〃My prince。 As I was ing back I saw our Queen…in…Waiting Kettricken。 She was riding out with Prince Regal。〃
〃They make a handsome pair； do they not？ And does she sit her horse well？〃 Verity could not entirely keep bitterness from his voice。
〃Aye。 But in the Mountain style still。〃
〃She came to me； saying she wished to learn to ride our tall lowland horses better。 I mended the idea。 I did not know she would choose Regal as a riding master。〃 Verity leaned over his map； studying detail that was not there。
〃Perhaps she hoped you would teach her。〃 I spoke thoughtlessly； to the man； not the Prince。
〃Perhaps。〃 He sighed suddenly。 〃Oh； I know she did。 Kettricken is lonely； sometimes。 Often。〃 He shook his head。 〃She should have been married to a younger son； to a man with time on his hands。 Or to a King whose kingdom was not on the verge of war and disaster。 I do not do her justice； Fitz。 I know this。 But she is so 。。。 young。 Sometimes。 And when she is not being so young； she is so fanatically patriotic。 She burns to sacrifice herself for the Six Duchies。 Al