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ooty； and then went up to the keep。 Galen and his fledglings had already finished their meager meal and left。 Most of the keep folk had eaten； and I found myself drifting back to my old haunts。 There was always food in the kitchen and pany in the watch room off the kitchen。 Men…at…arms came and went there all hours of the day and night； so Cook kept a simmering kettle on the hook； adding water and meat and vegetables as the level went down。 Wine and beer and cheese were also there； and the simple pany of those who guarded the keep。 They had accepted me as one of their own since the first day I'd been given into Burrich's care。 So I made myself a simple meal there； not near as scanty as Galen would have provided me； nor yet as ample and rich as I craved。 That was Burrich's teaching； I fed myself as I would have an injured animal。
And I listened to the casual talk going on around me； focusing myself into the life of。 the keep as I hadn't for months。 I was amazed at all that I had not known because of my total immersion in Galen's teaching。 A bride for Verity was most of the talk。 There was the usual crude soldiers' jesting one could expect about such things； as well as a lot of miseration over his ill luck in having Regal choose his future spouse。 That the match would be based on political alliances had never been in question； a prince's hand could not be wasted on something as foolish as his own choice。 That had been a great part of the scandal surrounding Chivalry's stubborn courtship of Patience。 She had e from within the realm； the daughter of one of our nobles； and one already very amicable to the royal family。
No political advantage at all had e out of that marriage。
But Verity would not be squandered so。 Especially with the Red…Ships menacing us all along our straggling coastline。 And so speculation ran rife。 Who would she be？ A woman from the Near Islands； to our north in the White Sea？ The islands were little more than rocky bits of the earth's bones thrusting up out of the sea； but a series of towers set among them would give us earlier warning of the sea raiders' ventures into our waters。 To the southwest of our borders； beyond the Rain Wilds where no one ruled； were the Spice Coasts。 A princess from there would offer few defensive advantages； but some argued for the rich trading agreements she might bring with her。 Days to the south and east over the sea were the many big islands where grew the trees that the boat builders yearned for。 Could a king and his daughter be found there who would trade her warm winds and soft fruits for a keep in a rocky ice…boundaried land？ What would they ask for a soft southern woman and her tall…timbered island trade？ Furs said some； and grain said another。 And there were the mountain kingdoms at our backs； with their jealous possession of the passes that led into the tundra lands beyond。 A princess from there would mand warriors of her folk； as well as trade links to the ivory workers and reindeer herders who lived beyond their borders。 On their southern border was the pass that led to the headwaters of the great Rain River that meandered through the Rain Wilds。 Every soldier among us had heard the old tales of the abandoned treasure temples on the banks of that river； of the tall carved gods who presided still over their holy springs； and of the flake gold that sparkled in the lesser streams。 Perhaps a mountain princess； then？
Each possibility was debated with far more political savvy and sophistication than Galen would have believed these simple soldiers capable of manding。 I rose from their midst feeling ashamed of how I had dismissed them； in so short a time Galen had brought me to think of them as ignorant sword wielders； men of brawn with no brain at all。 I had lived among them all my life。 I should have known better。 No； I had known better。 But my hunger to set myself higher； to prove beyond doubt my right to that royal magic had made me willing to accept any nonsense he might choose to present me。 Something clicked within me； as if the key piece to a wood puzzle had suddenly slid into place。 I had been bribed with the offer of knowledge as another man might have been bribed with coins。
I did not think very well of myself as I climbed the stairs to my room。 I lay down to sleep with the resolve that I would not let Galen deceive me any longer； nor persuade me to deceive myself。 I also resolved most firmly that I would learn the Skill； no matter how painful or difficult it might be。
And so dark and early the next morning I plunged fully back into my lessons and routine。 I attended Galen's； every word； I pushed myself to do each exercise； physical or mental； to the extreme of my ability。 But as the week； and then the month； wore painfully on； I felt like a dog with his meat suspended just beyond the reach of his jaws。 For the others； something was obviously happening。 A network of shared thought was building between them； a munication that had them turning to one another before they spoke； that let them perform the shared physical exercises as one being。 Sullenly； resentfully； they took turns being partnered with me； but from them I felt nothing； and from me they shuddered and pulled back； plaining to Galen that the force I exerted toward them was either like a whisper or a battering ram。
I watched in near despair as they danced in pairs； sharing control of one another's muscles； or as one walked blindfolded the maze of the coals； guided by the eyes of his seated partner。 Sometimes I knew I had the Skill。 I could feel it building within me； unfolding like a growing seed； but it was a thing I could not seem to direct or control。 One moment it was within me； booming like a tide against rock cliffs； and the next it was gone and all within me was dry deserted sand。 At its strength； I could pel August to stand； to bow； to walk。 The next he would stand glaring at me； daring me to contact him at all。
And no one seemed able to reach inside me。 〃Drop your guard； put down your walls；〃 Galen would angrily order me as he stood before me； vainly trying to convey to me the simplest direction or suggestion。 I felt the barest brush of his Skill against me。 But I could no more allow him inside my mind than I could stand placent while a man slid a sword between my ribs。 Try as I might to pel myself； I shied from his touch； physical or mental； and the touches of my classmates I could not feel at all。
Daily they advanced； while I watched and struggled to master the barest basics。 A day came when August looked at a page； and across the rooftop； his partner read it aloud； while another set of two pairs played a chess game in which those who manded the moves could not physically see the board at all。 And Galen was well pleased with all of them； save me。 Each day he dismissed us after a touch； a touch I seldom felt。 And each day I was the last free to go； and he coldly reminded me that he wasted his time on a bastard only because the King manded him to do so。
Spring was ing on and Smithy grown from a puppy to a dog。 Sooty dropped her foal while I was at my lessons； a fine filly sired by Verity's stallion。 I saw Molly once； and we walked together near wordlessly through the market。 There was a new stall set up； with a rough man selling birds and animals； all captured wild and caged by him。 He had crows； and sparrows； and a swallow； and one young fox so weak with worms he could scarcely stand。 Death would free him sooner than any buyer； and even if I had had the coin for him； he had reached a state where the worm medicines would only poison him as well as his parasites。 It sickened me； and so I stood； questing toward the birds with suggestions of how picking at a certain bright bit of metal might unpin the doors of their cages。 But Molly thought I stared at the poor beasts themselves； and I felt her grow cooler and farther from me than ever she had been before。 As we walked her home Smithy whined beggingly for her attention； and so won from her a cuddle and a pat before we left。 I envied him the ability to whine so well。 My own seemed to go unheard。
With spring in the air； all in the seaport braced； for soon it would be raiding