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He suddenly released my cuff； to tumble away from me in a somersault that somehow reached a finish with his presentation of his bare buttocks to me。 They were shockingly pale； and I could conceal neither my amazement nor affront。 The Fool vaulted to his feet； suitably clothed again； and Ratsy on his scepter bowed most humbly to all who had paused to watch my humiliation。 There was general laughter and a scattering of applause。 His performance had left me speechless。 I looked aside and tried to walk past him； but with a bound the Fool blocked my passage once again。 The Fool abruptly assumed a stern stance and addressed all who still grinned。
〃Fie and shame upon you all； to be so merry！ To giggle and point at a boy's broken heart！ Do not you know the Fitz has lost one most dear to him？ Ah； he hides his grief beneath his blushes； but she has gone to her grave and left his passion unslaked。 That most stubbornly chaste and virulently flatulent of maidens； dear Lady Thyme； has perished。 Of her own stench； I doubt it not； though some say it came of eating spoiled meat。 But spoiled meat； you say； has a most foul odor； to warn off any from consuming it。 Such we can say of Lady Thyme also； and so perhaps she smelled it not； or deemed it but the perfume of her fingers。 Mourn not； poor Fitz； another shall be found for you。 To this I shall devote myself； this very day！ I swear it； by Sir Ratsy's skull。 And now I bid you hasten on your tasks； for in truth I have delayed mine much too long。 Farewell； poor Fitz。 Brave； sad heart！ To put so bold a face on your desolation！ Poor disconsolate youth！ Ah； Fitz； poor poor Fitz 。。。〃
And he wandered off down the hall from me； shaking his head woefully； and conferring with Ratsy as to which elderly dowager he should court on my behalf。 I stared in disbelief after him。 I felt betrayed； that he could make so public a spectacle of me。 Sharp…tongued and flighty as the Fool could be； I had never expected to be the public butt of one of his jokes。 I kept waiting for him to turn around and say some last thing that would make me understand what had just happened。 He did not。 When he turned a corner； I perceived that my ordeal was finally at an end。 I proceeded down the hallway； fuming with embarrassment and dazed with puzzlement at the same time。 The doggerel of his rhymes had stored his words in my head； and I knew that I would ponder his love song much in days to e； to try to worry out the meanings hidden there。 But Lady Thyme？ Surely he would not say such a thing； were it not 〃true。〃 But why would Chade allow his public persona to die in such a way？ What poor woman's body would be carried out as Lady Thyme； no doubt to be carted off to distant relatives for burial？ Was this his method of beginning his journey； a way to leave the Keep unseen？ But again； why let her be dead？ So that Regal might believe he had succeeded in his poisoning？ To what end？
Thus bemused； I finally came to the doors of Kettricken's chamber。 I stood in the hall a moment； to recover my aplomb and pose my face。 Suddenly the door across the hall flung open and Regal strode into me。 His momentum jostled me aside； and before I could recover myself； he grandly offered； 〃It's all right； Fitz。 I scarcely expect an apology from one so bereaved as yourself。〃 He stood in the hallway； straightening his jerkin as the young men following him emerged from his chamber； tittering in amusement。 He smiled 'round at them； and then leaned close to me to ask； in a quietly venomous voice； 〃Where will you suckle up now that the old whore Thyme is dead？ Ah； well。 I am sure you will find some other old woman to coddle you。 Or are you e to wheedle up to a younger one now？〃 He dared to smile at me； before he wheeled on his heel and strode off in a fine flutter of sleeves； trailed by his three sycophants。
The insult to the Queen poisoned me into rage。 It came with a suddenness such as I had never experienced。 I felt my chest and throat swell with it。 A terrible strength rushed through me； I know my upper lip lifted in a snarl。 From afar I sensed； What？ What is it？ Kill it！ Kill it！ Kill it！ I took a step； the next would have been a spring； and I know my teeth would have sunk into the place where throat meets shoulder。
But： 〃FitzChivalry；〃 said a voice； full of surprise。
Molly's voice！ I turned to her； my emotions wrenching from rage to delight at seeing her。 But as swiftly she was turning aside； saying； 〃Beg pardon； my lord；〃 and brushing past me。 Her eyes were down； her manner that of a servant。
〃Molly？〃 I called； stepping after her。 She paused。 When she looked back at me； her face was empty of emotion； her voice neutral。
〃Sir？ Had you an errand for me？〃
〃An errand？〃 Of course。 I glanced about us； but the corridor was empty。 I took a step toward her； pitched my voice low for her ears only。 〃No。 I've just missed you so。 Molly； I…〃
〃This is not seemly； sir。 I beg you to excuse me。〃 She turned； proudly； calmly； and walked away from me。
〃What did I do？〃 I demanded； in angry consternation。 I did not really expect an answer。 But she paused。 Her blue clothed back was straight； her head erect under her tatted haircloth。 She did not turn back to me； but said quietly； to the corridor； 〃Nothing。 You did nothing at all； my lord。 Absolutely nothing。〃
〃Molly！〃 I protested； but she turned the corner and was gone。 I stood staring after her。 After a moment I realized I was making a sound somewhere between a whine and a growl。
Let us go hunting instead。
Perhaps； I found myself agreeing； that would be the best thing。 To go hunting； to kill； to eat； to sleep。 And to do no more than that。
Why not now？
I don't really know。
I posed myself and knocked at Kettricken's door。 It was opened by little Rosemary； who dimpled a smile at me as she invited me in。 Once within； Molly's errand here was evident。 Kettricken was holding a fat green candle under her nose。 On the table were several others。 〃Bayberry；〃 I observed。
Kettricken looked up with a smile。 〃FitzChivalry。 Wele。 e in and be seated。 May I offer you food？ Wine？〃
I stood looking at her。 A sea change。 I felt her strength； knew she stood in the center of herself。 She was dressed in a soft gray tunic and leggings。 Her hair was dressed in her customary way。 Her jewelry was simple； a single necklace of green and blue stone beads。 But this was not the woman I had brought back to the Keep a few days ago。 That woman had been distressed； angry； hurt； and confused。 This Kettricken welled serenity。
〃My queen；〃 I began hesitantly。
〃Kettricken；〃 she corrected me calmly。 She moved about the room； setting some of the candles on shelves。 It was almost a challenge in that she did not say more。
I came farther into her sitting room。 She and Rosemary were the only occupants。 Verity had once plained to me that her chambers had the precision of a military encampment。 It had not been an exaggeration。 The simple furnishings were spotlessly clean。 The heavy tapestries and rugs that furnished most of Buckkeep were missing here。 Simple mats of straw were on the floor； and fram