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〃Lacey？〃 I could not keep incredulity from my voice nor a grin from my face。 I turned to exchange a wink with Lacey。 Lacey glared at me as if affronted by my smile。 Before I could even unfold from the hearth； Lacey sprang up from her rocking chair。 A long needle； stripped of its eternal yarn； prodded my jugular vein； while the other probed a certain space between my ribs。 I very nearly wet myself。 I looked up at a woman I suddenly knew not at all； and dared not make a word。
〃Stop teasing the child；〃 Patience rebuked her gently。 〃Yes； Fitz； Lacey。 The most apt pupil that Hod ever had； even if she did e to Hod as a grown woman。〃 As Patience spoke Lacey took her weapons away from my body。 She reseated herself； and deftly rethreaded her needles into her work。 I swear she didn't even drop a stitch。 When she was finished； she looked up at me。 She winked。 And went back to her knitting。 I remembered to start breathing again。
A very chastened assassin left their apartments sometime later。 As I made my way down the hall I reflected that Chade had warned me I was underestimating Lacey。 I wondered wryly if this was his idea of humor； or of teaching me greater respect for seemingly mild folk。
Thoughts of Molly pushed their way into my mind。 I resolutely refused to give in to them； but could not resist lowering my face to catch that faint scent of her on the shoulder of my shirt。 I took the foolish smile from my face and set off to locate Kettricken。 I had duties。
I'm hungry。
The thought intruded without warning。 Shame flooded me。 I had taken Cub nothing yesterday。 I had all but forgotten him in the sweep of the day's events。
A day's fast is nothing。 Besides； I found a nest of mice beneath a corner of the cottage。 Do you think I cannot care for myself at all？ But something more substantial would be pleasing。
Soon； I promised him。 There is a thing I must do first。
In Kettricken's sitting chamber； I found only two young pages； ostensibly tidying； but giggling as I came in。 Neither of them knew anything。 I next tried Mistress Hasty's weaving room； as it was a warm and friendly chamber where many of the Keep women gathered。 No Kettricken； but Lady Modesty was there。 She told me that her mistress had said she needed to speak with Prince Verity this morning。 Perhaps she was with him。
But Verity was not in his chambers； nor his map room。 Charim was there； however； sorting through sheets of vellum and separating them by quality。 Verity； he told me； had arisen very early and immediately set out for his boat shed。 Yes； Kettricken had been there this morning； but it had been after Verity left； and once Charim had told her he was gone； she； too； had departed。 Where？ He was not certain。
By this time I was starving； and I excused my trip to the kitchens on the grounds that gossip always grew thickest there。 Perhaps someone there would know where our queen…in…waiting had gone。 I was not worried； I told myself。 Not yet。
The kitchens of Buckkeep were at their best on a cold and blustery day。 Steam from bubbling stews mingled with the nourishing aroma of baking bread and roasting meat。 Chilled stable boys loitered there； chatting with the kitchen help and pilfering fresh…baked rolls and the ends of cheeses； tasting stews and disappearing like mist if Burrich appeared in the door。 I cut myself a slab of cold meal pudding from the morning's cooking； and reinforced it with honey and some bacon ends that Cook was rendering down for cracklings。 As I ate I listened to the talk。
Oddly enough； few people spoke directly of the previous day's events。 I grasped it would take a while for the Keep to e to terms with all that had happened。 But there was something there； a feeling almost of relief。 I had seen that before； in a man who had had his maimed foot removed； or the family that finally finds their drowned child's body。 To finally confront the worst there is； to look it squarely in the face and say； 〃I know you。 You have hurt me； almost to death； but still I live。 And I will go on living。〃 That was the feeling I got from the folk of the Keep。 All had finally acknowledged the severity of our injuries from the Red…Ships。 Now there was a sense that we might begin to heal； and to fight back。
I did not wish to make direct inquiries down here as to where the Queen might be。 As luck would have it； one of the stable boys was speaking of Softstep。 Some of the blood I had seen on the horse's shoulder the previous day had been her own； and the boys were talking of how the horse had snapped at Burrich when he tried to work on her shoulder； and how it had taken two of them to hold her head。 I wangled my way into the conversation。 〃Perhaps a horse of less temperament would be a better mount for the Queen？〃 I suggested。
〃Ah； no。 Our queen likes Softstep's pride and spirit。 She said so herself； to me； when she was down in the stables this morning。 She came herself； to see the horse； and to ask when she might be ridden again。 She spoke directly to me； she did。 So I told her； no horse wanted to be ridden on a day such as this； let alone with a gashed shoulder。 And Queen Kettricken nodded； and we stood talking there； and she asked how I had lost my tooth。〃
〃And you told her a horse had thrown his head back when you were exercising him！ Because you didn't want Burrich to know we'd been wrestling up in the hayloft and you'd fallen into the gray colt's stall！〃
〃Shut up！ You're the one who pushed me； so it was your fault as much as mine！〃
And the two were off； pushing and scuffling with each other； until a shout from Cook sent them tumbling from the kitchen。 But I had as much information as I needed。 I headed out for the stables。
I found it a colder and nastier day outside than I had expected。 Even within the stables； the wind found every crack and came shrieking through the doors each time one was opened。 The horses' breath steamed in the air； and stable mates leaned panionably close for the warmth they could share。 I found Hands； and asked where Burrich was。
〃Cutting wood；〃 he said quietly。 〃For a funeral pyre。 He's been drinking since dawn； too。〃
Almost this drove my quest from my mind。 I had never known such a thing to be。 Burrich drank； but in the evenings； when the day's work was done。 Hands read my face。
〃Vixen。 His old bitch hound。 She died in the night。 Yet I have never heard of a pyre for a dog。 He's out behind the exercise pen now。〃
I turned toward the pen。
〃Fitz！〃 Hands warned me urgently。
〃It will be all right； Hands。 I know what she meant to him。 The first night he had care of me； he put me in a stall beside her； and told her to guard me。 She had a pup beside her； Nosy 。。。〃
Hands shook his head。 〃He said he wanted to see no one。 To send him no questions today。 No one to talk to him。 He's never given me an order like that。〃
〃All right。〃 I sighed。
Hands looked disapproving。 〃As old as she was； he should have expected it。 She couldn't even hunt with him anymore。 He should have replaced her a long time ago。〃
I looked at Hands。 For all his caring for the be