now converged on the one that had eluded us.
But the Red-Ships had been outward bound with hostages. To where? To a ghost ship that only I had glimpsed? Even to think of the white ship brought a shudder over me and a pressure in my head like the beginning of pain. Perhaps they had intended to drown their hostages, or to Forge them, however that was done. I was not in a position to give it great thought then, but I saved the knowledge for Chade. Each of the three remaining beached ships had a contingent of warriors, and they fought as desperately as Burrich had predicted they would. One ship was set afire by an, overzealous archer, but the others were taken intact.
We had secured all the ships by the time the Rurisk was beached. There was time now to lift my head and to look out over Neatbay. No sign of the white ship. Perhaps it had been only a cloud bank. Behind the Rurisk came the Constance, and behind them a flotilla of fishing vessels and even a couple of merchant ships. Most of them had to anchor out in the shallow harbor, but the men aboard them were ferried swiftly ashore. The warship crews waited for their captains to hear word of what went on, but those from the fishing vessels and merchant ships swept past us and headed directly for the besieged Keep.
The trained crews from the warships soon over took them, and by the time we reached the outer walls of the Keep, there was an attitude of cooperation, if not any real organization. The prisoners we had freed were weak from lack of food and water, but recovered quickly and were indispensable in giving us intimate knowledge of the outer earthworks. By afternoon, our siege of the besiegers was in place. With difficulty, Burrich persuaded all involved that at least one of our warships should remain fully manned and on alert, in the water. His premonition was proven correct the next morning, when two more Red-Ships sailed around the northern point of the bay. The Rurisk ran them off, but they fled too easily for us to take any satisfaction in it. All knew they would simply find an undefended village to raid farther up the coast. Several of the fishing vessels belatedly gave chase, though there was little chance of them catching the oared vessels of the Raiders.
By the second day of waiting, we were beginning to be bored and uncomfortable. The weather had turned foul again. The hard bread was starting to taste of mold, the dried fish was no longer completely dry. To cheer us, Duke Kelvar had added the Buck flag of the Six Duchies to his own pennon flying over Bayguard to acknowledge us. But like us, he had chosen a waiting strategy. The Outislanders were penned. They had not attempted to break out past us, nor to advance closer to the Keep. All was still and waiting.
'You don't listen to warnings. You never have.' Burrich spoke quietly to me.
Night had fallen. It was the first time since our arrival that we had had more than a few moments together. He sat on a log, his injured leg stretched straight in front of him. I crouched by the fire, trying to warm my hands. We were outside a temporary shelter set up for the Queen, tending a very smoky fire. Burrich had wanted her to settle in one of the few intact buildings left in Neatbay, but she had refused, insisting on staying close to her warriors. Her guard came and went freely, in her shelter and at her fire. Burrich frowned over their familiarity, but also approved her loyalty. 'Your father, too, was like that,' he observed suddenly as two of Kettricken's guard emerged from her shelter and went to relieve others still on watch.
'Didn't take warnings?' I asked in surprise.
Burrich shook his head. 'No. Always his soldiers, coming and going, at all hours. I've always wondered when he found the privacy to create you.'
I must have looked shocked, for Burrich suddenly flushed as well. 'Sorry. I'm tired and my leg is… uncomfortable. I wasn't thinking what I was saying.'
I found a smile unexpectedly. 'It's all right,' I said, and it was. When he had found out about Nighteyes, I was afraid he was going to banish me again. A jest, even a rough jest, was welcome. 'You were saying about warnings?' I asked humbly.
He sighed. 'You said it. We are as we are. And he said it. Sometimes they don't give you a choice. They just bond to you.'
Somewhere off in the darkness, a dog howled. It was not really a dog. Burrich glared at me. 'I can't control him at all,' I admitted.
Nor I, you. Why should there be control, one of the other?
'Nor does he stay out of personal conversations,' I observed.
'Nor personal anything,' Burrich said flatly. He spoke in the voice of a man who knew.
'I thought you said you never used… it.' Even out here, I would not say 'the Wit' aloud.
'I don't. No good comes of it. I will tell you plainly now what I've told you before. It… changes you. If you give in to it. If you live it. If you can't shut it out, at least don't seek after it. Don't become—'
'Burrich?'
We both jumped. It was Foxglove, come quietly out of the darkness to stand on the other side of the fire. How much had she heard?
'Yes? Is there a problem?'
She hunkered down in the darkness, lifted her red hands to the fire. She sighed. 'I don't know. How do I ask this? Are you aware she's pregnant?'
Burrich and I exchanged glances. 'Who?' he asked levelly.
'I've got two children of my own, you know. And most of her guard is women. She pukes every morning, and lives off raspberry-leaf tea. She can't even look at the salt fish without retching. She shouldn't be here, living like this.' Foxglove nodded toward the tent.
Oh. The Vixen.
Shut up.
'She did not ask our advice,' Burrich said carefully.
'The situation here is under control. There is no reason she should not be sent back to Buckkeep,' Foxglove said calmly.
'I can't imagine `sending her back' to anywhere,' Burrich observed. 'I think it would have to be a decision she reached on her own.'
'You might suggest it to her,' Foxglove ventured.
'So might you,' Burrich countered. 'You are captain of her guard. The concern is rightly yours.'
'I haven't been keeping watch outside her door each night,' Foxglove objected.
'Perhaps you should have,' Burrich said, then tempered it with a 'Now that you know.'
Foxglove looked into the fire. 'Perhaps I should. So. The question is, who escorts her back to Buckkeep?'
'All of her personal guard, of course. A Queen should travel with no less.'
Somewhere off in the darkness there was a sudden outcry. I sprang to my feet.
'Stand fast!' Burrich snapped at me. 'Wait for word. Don't rush off until you know what is happening!'
In a moment Whistle of the Queen's guard reached our fire. She stood before Foxglove to report. 'Two- pronged attack. At the breach just below the south tower, they tried to break out. And some got through at —'
An arrow swept through her and carried off forever whatever she had begun to tell us. Outislanders were suddenly upon us, more of them than my mind could grasp, and all converging on the Queen's tent. 'To the Queen!' I shouted, and had the slim comfort of hearing my cry taken up farther down the line. Three guards rushed out of the tent to put their backs to its flimsy walls while Burrich and I stood our ground in front of it. I found my sword in my hand, and from the corner of my eye saw firelight run red up the edge of Burrich's. The Queen appeared suddenly in the door of the tent.
'Don't guard me!' she rebuked us. 'Get to where the fighting is.'
'It's here, my lady,' Burrich grunted and stepped forward suddenly to take off the arm of a man who had ventured too close.
I remember those words clearly and I remember seeing Burrich take that stride. It is the last coherent memory I have of that night. After that, all was shouting and blood, metal and fire. Waves of emotions pounded against me as all around me soldiers and Raiders fought to the death. Early on, someone set fire to the tent. Its towering blaze lit the battle scene like a stage. I remember seeing Kettricken, robe looped up and knotted, fighting bare-legged and barefoot on the frozen ground. She held her ridiculously long Mountain sword in a two handed grip. Her grace made a deadly dance of the battle that would have distracted me at any other time.
Outislanders continued to appear. At one point I was sure I heard Verity shouting commands, but could not make sense of any of them. Nighteyes appeared from time to time, fighting always at the edge of the light, a low
