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I took the little brass key in my hand。 It weighed strangely heavy； as if attached to the task the Fool had suggested and Verity had confirmed。 Look for patterns； Verity had suggested。 I suddenly saw one； a web woven from me to the Fool to Verity and back again。 Like Verity's other patterns； it did not seem to be an accident。 I wondered who had originated the pattern。 I glanced at Verity； but his thoughts had gone afar。 I rose quietly to go。
As I touched the door he spoke to me。 〃e to me。 Very early tomorrow morning。 To my tower。〃
〃Sir？〃
〃Perhaps we may yet discover another Skilled one； unsuspected in our midst。〃
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tasks
PERHAPS THE MOST devastating part of our war with the Red…Ships was the sense of helplessness that overpowered us。 It was as if a terrible paralysis lay over the land and its rulers。 The tactics of the Raiders were so inprehensible that for the first year we stood still as if dazed。 The second year of raiding； we tried to defend ourselves。 But our skills were rusty； for too long they had been employed only against the chance Raiders； the opportunistic or the desperate。 Against organized pirates who had studied our seacoasts； our watchtower positions； our tides and currents； we were like children。 Only Prince Verity's Skilling provided any protection for us。 How many ships he turned aside； how many navigators he muddled or pilots he confused； we will never know。 Because his people could not grasp what he did for them； it was as if the Farseers did nothing。 Folks saw only the raids that were successful； never the ships that went onto the rocks or sailed too far south during a storm。 The people lost heart。 The Inland Duchies bridled at taxes to protect a coastline they didn't share； the Coastal Duchies labored under taxes that seemed to make no difference。 So if the enthusiasm for Verity's warships was a fickle thing； rising and falling with the folk's current assessment of him； we cannot really blame the people。 It seemed the longest winter of my life。
I went from Verity's study to Queen Kettricken's apartments。 I knocked and was admitted by the same little page girl as previously。 With her merry little face and dark curly hair； Rosemary reminded me of some pool sprite。 Within； the atmosphere of the room seemed subdued。 Several of Kettricken's women were there； and they all sat on stools around a frame holding a white linen cloth。 They were doing edgework on it； flowers and greenery done in bright threads。 I had witnessed similar projects in Mistress Hasty's apartments。 Usually these activities seemed merry； with tongues wagging and friendly banter； needles flashing as they dragged their tails of bright thread through the heavy cloth。 But here； it was near silent。 The women worked with their heads bent； diligently； skillfully； but without gay talk。 Scented candles； pink and green； burned in each corner of the room。 Their subtle fragrances mingled scents over the frame。
Kettricken presided over the work； her own hands as busy as any。 She seemed the source of the stillness。 Her face was posed； even peaceful。 Her self…containment was so evident I could almost see the walls around her。 Her look was pleasant； her eyes kind； but I did not sense she was really there at all。 She was like a container of cool still water。 She was dressed in a long simple robe of green； more of the mountain style than of Buckkeep。 She had set her jewelry aside。 She looked up at me and smiled questioningly。 I felt like an intruder； an interruption to a group of studying pupils and their master。 So instead of simply greeting her； I tried to justify my presence。 I spoke formally； mindful of all the watching women。
〃Queen Kettricken。 King…in…Waiting Verity has asked me to bring a message to you。〃
Something seemed to flicker behind her eyes； and then was still again。 〃Yes；〃 she said neutrally。 None of the needles paused in their jumping dance； but I was sure that every ear waited for whatever tidings I might be bringing。
〃Atop a tower； there was once a garden； called the Queen's Garden。 Once； King Verity said； it had pots of greenery； and ponds of water。 It was a place of flowering plants； and fish； and wind chimes。 It was his mother's。 My queen； he wishes you to have it。〃
The stillness at the table grew profound。 Kettricken's eyes grew very wide。 Carefully； she asked； 〃Are you certain of this message？〃
〃Of course； my lady。〃 I was puzzled by her reaction。 〃He said it would give him a great deal of pleasure to see it restored。 He spoke of it with great fondness； especially recalling the beds of flowering thyme。〃
The joy in Kettricken's face unfurled like the petals of a flower。 She lifted a hand to her mouth； took a shivering breath through her fingers。 Blood flushed through her pale face； rosing her cheeks。 Her eyes shone。 〃I must see it；〃 she exclaimed。 〃I must see it now！〃 She stood abruptly。 〃Rosemary？ My cloak and gloves； please。〃 She beamed about at her ladies。 〃Will not you fetch your cloaks and gloves also； and acpany me？〃
〃My queen； the storm is most fierce today 。。。。〃 one began hesitantly。
But another； an older woman with a motherly cast to her features； Lady Modesty； stood slowly。 〃I shall join you on the tower top。 Pluck！〃 A small boy who had been drowsing in the corner leaped to his feet。 〃Dash off and fetch my cloak and gloves。 And my hood。〃 She turned back to Kettricken。 〃I recall that garden well； from Queen Constance's days。 Many a pleasant hour I spent there in her pany。 I will take joy in its restoration。〃
There was a heartbeat's pause； and then the other ladies were taking similar action。 By the time I had returned with my own cloak； they were all ready to go。 I felt distinctly peculiar as I led this procession of ladies through the Keep； and then up the long climb to the Queen's Garden。 By then； counting the pages and the curious； there were nearly a score of people following Kettricken and me。 As I led the way up the steep stone steps； Kettricken was right on my heels。 The others trailed out in a long tail behind us。 As I pushed on the heavy door； forcing it open against the layer of snow outside it； Kettricken asked softly； 〃He's forgiven me； hasn't he？〃
I paused to catch my breath。 Shouldering the door open was doing the injury on my neck no good at all。 My forearm throbbed dully。 〃My queen？〃 I asked in reply。
〃My lord Verity has forgiven me。 And this is his way of showing it。 Oh； I shall make a garden for us to share。 I shall never shame him again。〃 As I stared at her rapt smile she casually put her own shoulder to the door and shoved it open。 While I stood blinking in the chill and the light of the winter day； she walked out onto the tower top。 She waded through crusted snow calf…deep； and paid it no mind at all。 I looked around the barren tower top and wondered if I had lost my mind。 There was nothing here； only the blown and crusted snow under the leaden sky。 It had drifted up over the discarded statuary and pots along one wall。 I braced for Kettricken's disappointment。 Instead； in the center of the tower top； as the wind swir