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acceptance of Galen's Skilling techniques。 While the students who survived his training and went on to bee his coterie could all Skill reliably； none were especially strong of talent。 Galen reportedly congratulated himself at taking students of little talent； and teaching them to Skill reliably。 This may be the case。 Or perhaps he took students with great potential； and ground them down to adequate tools。
One may contrast Galen's techniques with that of Solicity； Skill Mistress before him。 She supplied the initial instruction to the then young Princes Verity and Chivalry。 Verity's account of his instruction indicates much was acplished by gentleness and lulling her students into lowering their barriers。 Both Verity and Chivalry emerged from her training as adept and strong Skill users。 Her death unfortunately occurred before their full adult instruction was plete； and before Galen had advanced to a journey status as a Skill instructor。 One can only wonder how much knowledge of the Skill went to her grave with her； and what potentials of this royal magic may never be rediscovered。
I spent little time in my room that morning。 The fire had gone out； but the chill I felt there was more than that of an unwarmed room。 This room was an empty shell of a life soon to be left behind。 It seemed more barren than ever。 I stood； bared to the waist； and shivered as I washed myself with unwarmed water； and belatedly changed the bandaging on my arm and neck。 I did not deserve for those wounds to look as clean as they did。 Nonetheless； they were healing well。
I dressed warmly； a padded mountain shirt going on under a heavy leather jerkin。 I pulled on heavy leather over trousers and laced them close to my legs with strips of leather。 I took down my work blade and armed myself with a short dagger as well。 From my working kit； I took a small pot of powdered death's cap。 Despite all this； I felt unprotected； and equally foolish； as I left my room。
I went straight to Verity's tower。 I knew he would be awaiting me； expecting to work with me on Skilling。 Somehow I would have to convince him that I needed to hunt Forged ones this day。 I climbed the stairs swiftly； wishing this day were over。 All of my life was presently focused on the moment when I could knock on King Shrewd's door and ask his permission to marry Molly。 The mere thought of her flooded me with such a strange bination of unfamiliar feelings that my strides on the stairs slowed as I tried to consider them all。 Then I gave it over as useless。 〃Molly；〃 I said aloud； but softly； to myself。 Like a magic word； it strengthened my resolve and spurred me on。 I stopped outside the door and rapped loudly。
I felt rather than heard Verity's permission to enter。 I pushed open the door and went inside。 I shut the door behind me。
Physically； the room was still。 A cool breeze sprang in from the open window and Verity sat enthroned before it on his old chair。 His hands rested idly on the windowsill and his eyes were fixed on the distant horizon。 His cheeks were pink； his dark hair mussed by the wind's fingers。 Save for the soft current from the window； the room was still and silent。 Yet I felt as if I had stepped into a whirlwind。 Verity's consciousness washed against me and I was drawn into his mind； swept along with his thoughts and his Skilling far out to sea。 He carried me with him on a dizzying tour of every ship within the range of his mind。 Here we brushed the thoughts of a merchant captain； 〃。。。 if the price is good enough； load up with oil for the return trip 。。。。〃 and then skipped from him to a net mender patching hastily； her fid flying； grumbling to herself as the captain railed at her to be faster about her task。 We found a pilot worrying about his pregnant wife at home； and three families out digging clams in the dim morning light before the tide came in to cover the beds again。 These and a dozen others we visited before Verity suddenly recalled us to our own bodies and place。 I felt as giddy as a small boy who has been boosted aloft by his father to perceive the whole chaos of the fair before being returned to his own feet and his child's view of knees and legs。
I approached the window to stand beside Verity。 He still stared out over the water to the horizons。 But I suddenly understood his maps and why he created them。 The network of lives he had touched so briefly for me were as if he had opened his palm to reveal he cupped a handful of priceless gems。 People。 His people。 It was not some rocky coast or rich pastureland that he stood watch over。 It was these folk； these bright glimpses of other lives unlived by him； but cherished all the same。 This was Verity's kingdom。 Geographical boundaries marked on parchment enclosed them for him。 For a moment I shared his bafflement that anyone could wish harm on these people； and shared； too； his fierce determination that not one more life should be lost to the Red…Ships。
The world steadied around me； as vertigo passing； and all was still in the tower top。 Verity did not look at me as he spoke。 〃So。 Hunting today。〃
I nodded； not caring that he did not see the gesture。 It didn't matter。 〃Yes。 The Forged ones are closer than we suspected even。〃
〃Do you expect to fight them？〃
〃You told me to go prepared。 I will try the poison first。
But they may not be as eager to gobble it down。 Or they may still try to attack me。 So I'm taking my blade； in case。〃
〃So I surmised。。 But take this one instead。〃 He lifted a sheathed sword from beside his chair and gave it into my hands。 For a moment I could only look at it。 The leather was fancifully tooled； the hilt had that beautiful simplicity possessed by weapons and tools made by a master。 At Verity's nod； I drew the blade in his presence。 The metal gleamed and shimmered； the hammering and folding that had given it strength recalled as a watery rippling of light down its length。 I held it out and felt it perch in my hand； weightless and waiting。 It was a much finer sword than my skill deserved。 〃I should present it to you with pomp and ceremony； of course。 But I give it to you now； lest for the lack of it you can't return later。 During Winterfest； I might ask it back of you so that I may present it to you properly。〃
I slipped it back into its sheath； then drew it out； swift as an indrawn breath。 I had never possessed anything so finely made。 〃I feel as if I should swear it to you or something；〃 I said awkwardly。
Verity permitted himself a smile。 〃No doubt Regal would require some such oath。 As for me； I don't think a man need swear his sword to me when he has already sworn me his life。〃
Guilt assaulted me。 I took my courage in both hands。 〃Verity； my prince。 I go forth today to serve you as an assassin。〃
Even Verity was taken aback。 〃Direct words；〃 he mused guardedly。
〃It is time for direct words； I think。 That is how I serve you today。 But my heart has grown weary of it。 I have sworn my life to you； as you say； and if you mand it； so must I continue。 But I ask that you find for me another way to serve you。〃
Verity was silent for what seemed a long time。 He rested