will be Red-Ship Raiders in every bay. I no longer believe Verity is coming back.'
'Then Regal truly is King,' Burrich said sourly. 'At least until Kettricken's child is born and comes of age. And then we can look forward to a civil war if the child tries to claim the crown. If there is still a Six Duchies left to be ruled. Verity. I wish now that he had not gone questing for the Elderlings. At least while he was alive, we had some protection from the Raiders. Now, with Verity gone and spring getting stronger, nothing stands between us and the Red-Ships ….'
Verity. I shivered with the cold. I pushed the cold away. It came back and I pushed it all away. I held it away. After a moment, I took a deep breath.
'Just the water, then?' Chade asked Burrich, and I knew they had been talking but I had not been hearing.
Burrich shrugged. 'Go ahead. What can it hurt? Did he use to scry things in water?'
'I never tried him. I always suspected he could if he tried. He has the Wit and the Skill. Why shouldn't he be able to scry as well?'
'Just because a man can do a thing does not mean he should do a thing.'
For a time, they looked at one another. Then Chade shrugged. 'Perhaps my trade does not allow me so many niceties of conscience as yours,' he suggested in a stiff voice.
After a moment, Burrich said gruffly, 'Your pardon, sir. We all served our king as our abilities dictated.'
Chade nodded to that. Then he smiled.
Chade cleared the table of everything but the dish of water and some candles. 'Come here,' he said to me softly, so I went back to the table. He sat me in his chair and put the dish in front of me. 'Look in the water,' he told me. 'Tell me what you see.'
I saw the water in the bowl. I saw the blue in the bottom of the bowl. Neither answer made him happy. He kept telling me to look again but I kept seeing the same things. He moved the candle several times, each time telling me to look again. Finally he said to Burrich, 'Well, at least he answers when you speak to him now.'
Burrich nodded, but he looked discouraged. 'Yes. Perhaps with time,' he said.
I knew they were finished with me then, and I relaxed.
Chade asked if he could stay the night with us. Burrich said of course. Then he went and fetched the brandy. He poured two cups. Chade drew my stool to the table and sat again. I sat and waited, but they began talking to one another again.
'What about me?' I asked at last.
They stopped talking and looked at me. 'What about you?' Burrich asked.
'Don't I get any brandy?'
They looked at me. Burrich asked carefully, 'Do you want some? I didn't think you liked it.'
'No, I don't like it. I never liked it.' I thought for a moment. 'But it was cheap.'
Burrich stared at me. Chade smiled a small smile, looking down at his hands. Then Burrich got another cup and poured some for me. For a time they sat watching me, but I didn't do anything. Eventually they began talking again. I took a sip of the brandy. It still stung my mouth and nose, but it made a warmth inside me. I knew I didn't want any more. Then I thought I did. I drank some more. It was just as unpleasant. Like something Patience would force on me for a cough. No. I pushed that memory aside as well. I set the cup down.
Burrich did not look at me. He went on talking to Chade. 'When you hunt a deer, you can often get much closer to it simply by pretending not to see it. They will hold position and watch you approach and not stir a hoof as long as you do not look directly at them.' He picked up the bottle and poured more brandy in my cup. I snorted at the rising scent of it. I thought I felt something stirring. A thought in my mind. I reached for my wolf.
Nighteyes?
My brother? I sleep, Changer. It is not yet a good time to hunt.
Burrich glared at me. I stopped.
I knew I did not want more brandy. But someone else thought that I did. Someone else urged me to pick up the cup, just to hold it. I swirled it in the cup. Verity used to swirl his wine in the cup and look into it. I looked into the dark cup.
Fitz.
I set the cup down. I got up and walked around the room. I wanted to go out, but Burrich never let me go out alone, and not at all at night. So I walked around the room until I came back to my chair. I sat down in it again. The cup of brandy was still there. After a time I picked it up, just to make the feeling of wanting to pick it up go away. But once I held it in my hand, he changed it. He made me think about drinking it. How warm it felt in my belly. Just drink it quick, and the taste wouldn't last long, just the warm, good feeling in my belly.
I knew what he was doing. I was beginning to get angry.
Just another small sip then. Soothingly. Whispery. Just to help you relax, Fitz. The fire is so warm, you've had food. Burrich will protect you. Chade is right there. You needn't be on guard so much. Just another sip. One more sip.
No.
A tiny sip, then, just getting your mouth wet.
I took another sip to make him stop making me want to. But he didn't stop, so I took another. I took a mouthful and swallowed it. It was getting harder and harder to resist. He was wearing me down. And Burrich kept putting more in my cup.
Fitz. Say, 'Verity's alive. ' That's all. Say just that.
No.
Doesn't the brandy feel nice in your belly? So warm. Take a little more.
'I know what you're trying to do. You're trying to get me drunk. So I can't keep you out. I won't let you.' My face was wet.
Burrich and Chade were both looking at me. 'He was never a crying drunk before,' Burrich observed. 'At least, not around me.' They seemed to find that interesting.
Say it. Say, 'Verity's alive. ' Then I'll let you go. I promise. Just say it. Just once. Even as a whisper. Say it. Say it.
I looked down at the table. Very softly, I said, 'Verity's alive.'
'Oh?' said Burrich. He was too casual. He leaned too quickly to tip more brandy into my cup. The bottle was empty. He gave to me from his own cup.
Suddenly I wanted it. I wanted it for myself. I picked it up and drank it all off. Then I stood up. 'Verity's alive,' I said. 'He's cold, but he's alive. And that's all I have to say.' I went to the door and worked the latch and went out into the night. They didn't try to stop me.
Burrich was right. All of it was there, like a song one has heard too often and cannot get out of one's mind. It ran behind all my thoughts and colored all my dreams. It came pushing back at me and gave me no peace. Spring ventured into summer. Old memories began to overlay my new ones. My lives began stitching themselves together. There were gaps and puckers in the joining, but it was getting harder and harder to refuse to know things. Names took on meanings and faces again. Patience, Lacey, Celerity, and Sooty were no longer simple words but rang as rich as chiming bells with memories and emotions. 'Molly,' I finally said out loud to myself one day. Burrich looked up at me suddenly when I spoke that word, and nearly lost his grip on the fine-plaited gut snare line he was making. I heard him catch his breath as if he would speak to me, but instead he kept silent, waiting for me to say more. I did not. Instead I closed my eyes and lowered my face into my hands and longed for oblivion.
I spent a lot of time standing at the window looking out over the meadow. There was nothing to see there. But Burrich did not stop me or make me go back to my chores as he once would have. One day, as I looked over the rich grass, I asked Burrich, 'What are we going to do when the shepherds get here? Where will we go to live then?'
'Think about it.' He had pegged a rabbit hide to the floor and was scraping it clean of flesh and fat. 'They won't be coming. There are no flocks to bring up to summer pasture. Most of the good stock went inland with Regal. He plundered Buckkeep of everything he could cart or drive off. I'm willing to bet that any sheep he left in Buckkeep turned into mutton over the winter.'
'Probably,' I agreed. And then something pressed into my mind, something more terrible than all the things I knew and did not want to remember. It was all the things I did not know, all the questions that had been left
