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worked on my Skill sense； but not as Galen had。 He had specific tasks in mind for me； and these were what he trained me in。 I learned to see through his eyes； and to give him the use of mine。 I practiced being aware of the subtle way he would steer my attention； and in keeping up a constant mental mentary that kept him informed of all that was going on around us。 This involved me leaving the tower； and carrying his presence about with me like a hawk on my wrist as I went about my other daily tasks。 At first a few hours were as long as I could sustain the Skill bond； but as time went on I managed to share my mind with him for days at a time。 The bond did weaken with the passing of time； however。 It was not a true Skilling from me to Verity； but a touch…imposed bond that had to be renewed。 It still gave me a sense of acplishment to be able to do at least this much。
I put in a fair share of time in the Queen's Garden； moving and then shifting again benches and statuary and pots； until Kettricken was finally satisfied with the arrangements there。 For those hours I always made sure Verity was with me。 I hoped it would do him good to see his queen as others saw her； especially when she was caught up in the enthusiasm of her snowy garden spot。 Glowing pink…cheeked and gold…haired； wind kissed and lively： this was how I showed her to him。 He heard her speak freely of the pleasure she hoped this garden would bring him。 Was this a betrayal of Kettricken's confidences to me？ I pushed such uneasiness firmly away。 I took him with me when I paid my duties to Patience and Lacey。
I also tried to carry Verity out and among the folk more。 Since he had begun his heavy Skill duties； he was seldom among the mon folk he had once so enjoyed。 I took him to the kitchen； and the watch room； to the stables； and down to the taverns in Buckkeep Town。 For his part； he steered me to the boat sheds； where I watched the final work being done on his ships。 Later I frequently visited the dock where the ships were tied； to talk to the crews as they got to know their vessels。 I made him aware of the grumbling of the men who thought it treasonous that some Outislander refugees had been allowed to bee crew members of our defense vessels。 It was plain to any eye that these men were experienced in the handling of sleek raiding vessels and were making our ships more effective with their expertise。 Plain； too； that many of the Six Duchies men resented and distrusted the handful of immigrants among them。 I was not sure if Verity's decision to use them had been wise。 However； I said nothing of my own doubts； but only showed him the mutterings of other men。
He was with me； too； the times when I called upon Shrewd。 I learned to make my visits in late morning or early afternoon。 Wallace seldom admitted me easily； and it always seemed there were others in the room； serving maids I did not know； a workman ostensibly repairing a door； when I went to visit。 I hoped impatiently for a chance to talk with him privately about my marriage ambitions。 The Fool was there always； and kept his word not to show friendship to me before other eyes。 His mockery was sharp and stinging； and even though I knew its purpose； he still could manage to fluster or irritate me。 The only satisfaction I could take was in the changes I saw in the room。 Someone had tattled to Mistress Hasty about the state of the King's chamber。
In the midst of the Winterfest activities； such a troop of housemaids and serving boys flocked to the room that it brought the festivities to the King。 Mistress Hasty； fists on hips； stood at the center of the room and oversaw it all； all the while berating Wallace for ever letting things reach such a state。 Evidently he had been assuring her that he had been personally seeing to the tidying and laundering in an effort to keep the King from being disturbed。 I spent one very merry afternoon there； for the activity awoke Shrewd； and soon he seemed almost his old self。 He hushed Mistress Hasty when she berated her own folk for laxness； and instead exchanged banter with them as floors were scrubbed； fresh reeds strewn； and the furniture rubbed well with fragrant cleansing oil。 Mistress Hasty bundled a veritable mountain of quilts atop the King while she ordered the windows opened and the room aired。 She； too； sniffed at all the ashes and burn pots。 I quietly suggested that Wallace might best see to their cleansing； as he was most familiar with the qualities of the herbs that had burned there。 He was a much more docile and tractable man when he returned with the pots。 I wondered if he himself knew just what effect his smokes had upon Shrewd。 But if these smokes were not his doing； then whose？ The Fool and I exchanged more than one secret significant glance。
Not only was the chamber scrubbed out； but made bright as well； with festive candles and wreaths； evergreens and bare branches of trees gilded and hung with painted nuts。 It brought the color back into the King's cheeks。 I sensed Verity's quiet approval。 When that night the King descended from his chambers to join us in the Great Hall； and actually called out for his favorite musicians and songs； I took it as a personal victory。
Some moments were solely mine； of course； and not just my nights with Molly。 As often as I could manage； I would creep off from the Keep to run and hunt with my wolf。 Bonded as our minds were； I was never pletely isolated from him； but a simple mind link did not have the deep satisfaction of sharing a hunt。 It is hard to express the pleteness of two beings moving as one； for a single purpose。 Those times were really the fulfilling of our bond。 But even when I went days without physically seeing him； he was with me。 His presence was like a perfume； which one is aware of greatly when one first encounters it； but then bees simply a part of the air one breathes。 I knew he was there in small ways。 My sense of smell seemed more acute； and I attributed this to his expertise in reading what the air brought me。 I became more aware of others around me； as if his consciousness were guarding my back； and alerting me to small sensory clues I might otherwise have ignored。 Food was more savory； perfumes more tangible。 I tried not to extend this logic to my appetite for Molly's pany。 I knew he was there； but as he had promised； he did nothing overt to make me aware of him at such times。
A month after Winterfest； I found myself thrown into a new labor。 Verity had told me he wished me aboard a ship。 I found myself summoned one day to the deck of the Rurisk and assigned a spot at an oar。 The master of the vessel openly wondered why he had been sent a twig when he asked for a log。 I could not dispute the question。 Most of the men around me were brawny fellows and seasoned ship hands。 My only possible chance to prove myself was to throw myself into my tasks with every bit of energy I could muster。 At least I had the satisfaction of knowing I was not alone in my inexperience。 While the other men aboard had all served in some fashion on other vessels； all save the Outislanders among the crew were new to this style of ship。
Verity had had to seek out our oldest shipwright