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swayed by chance omens； but of late there have been too many to ignore。 I shall go fetch the guards； since the Fool here lacks the courage…〃
〃He clamors and weeps for the guards to e guard him from wood that will not burn； but I； I am the one who lacks courage？ Ah； me！〃
〃Fool； peace； please！〃 The Queen's plea seemed genuine。 〃Wallace。 Go bring； not guards； but simply different wood。 Our king wishes not this motion； but simply rest。 Go now。 Go。〃
Wallace hovered at the door； plainly reluctant to brave the blue light of the corridor alone。
The Fool simpered at him。 〃Shall I e with； to hold your hand； brave Wallace？〃
That at last sent him striding from the room。 As his footsteps faded； the Fool once more looked toward my hiding place； his invitation plain。 〃My queen；〃 I said softly； and a quickly indrawn breath was the only sign that I startled her as I stepped out of the King's bedchamber。 〃If you wished to retire； the Fool and I could see the King to his bed。 I know you are weary and that you wished to rest early this night。〃 From the hearth； Rosemary regarded me with round eyes。
〃Perhaps I shall；〃 said Kettricken； rising with surprising alacrity。 〃e； Rosemary。 Good night； my king。〃
She swept from the room； with Rosemary practically trotting at her heels。 The child gave us many a backward glance。 As soon as the door curtain fell behind them； I was at the King's side。 〃My king； it is time；〃 I told him gently。 〃I shall keep watch here as you go。 Is there anything special you wished to take with you？〃
He swallowed； then focused his eyes on me。 〃No。 No； there is nothing here for me。 Nothing to leave behind； and nothing to stay for。〃 He closed his eyes； spoke softly。 〃I have changed my mind； Fitz。 I think I shall stay here； and die in my own bed this night。〃
The Fool and I were both struck dumb for an instant。
〃Ah； no！〃 the Fool cried softly； while I said； 〃My king； you are but tired。〃
〃And the only thing I shall get is more tired。〃 There was a strange lucidity in his eyes。 The boy King I had touched briefly when we Skilled together looked out at me from that painracked body。 〃My body fails me。 My son has bee a serpent。 Regal knows his brother lives。 He knows the crown he wears is not rightfully his。 I did not think he would 。。。 I thought at the last； he would think better 。。。。〃 Tears welled in his ancient eyes。 I had thought to save my king from a disloyal Prince。 I should have known there was no saving a father from the betrayal of a son。 He reached a hand toward me； a hand gone from a muscled sword holder to a gaunt and yellowed claw。 〃I would say farewell to Verity。 I would have him know； from me； that I did not countenance any of this。 Let me at least keep that much faith with the son who kept faith with me。〃 He pointed to a spot by his feet。 〃e； Fitz。 Take me to him。〃
There was no refusing that mand。 I did not hesitate。 I came and knelt before him。 The Fool stood behind him； tears cutting gray paths through the black…and…white paint on his face。 〃No；〃 he whispered urgently。 〃My king； rise； let us go into hiding。 There you may think this through。 You need not decide this now。〃
Shrewd paid him no mind。 I felt Shrewd's hand settle on my shoulder。 I opened my strength to him； sorrowfully surprised that I had at last learned how to do that at will。 We plunged together into the black Skill river。 We turned in that current as I waited for him to give us direction。 Instead； he suddenly embraced me。 Son of my son； blood of my blood。 In my own way； I have loved you。
My king。
My young assassin。 What have I made of you？ How have I twisted my own flesh？ You do not know how young you still are。 Chivalry's son； it is not too late to grow straight again。 Lift up your head。 See beyond all this。
I had spent my life being what he wished me to be。 These words now filled me with confusion and questions there was no time to answer。 I could feel his strength fading。
Verity； I whispered to remind him。
I felt him reach out； and steadied that reaching for him。 I felt the brush of Verity's presence； and then a sudden dwindling of the King。 I groped after him as one would dive after a drowning man in deep water。 I seized his consciousness； held it to me； but it was like gripping a shadow。 He was a boy in my arms； frightened and struggling against he knew not what。
Then he was gone。
Like a bubble popping。
I had thought I had glimpsed the frailty of life when I held the dead child in my arms。 Now I knew it。 Here； and then not here。 Even a snuffed candle may leave a trailing wisp of smoke。 My king was simply gone。
But I was not alone。
I think every child has flipped over the dead bird found in the woods； only to be shocked and terrified by the busy workings of the maggots on the underside。 Fleas cluster thickest and ticks grow fattest on a dying dog。 Justin and Serene； like sucking leeches forsaking a dying fish； rose and tried to fasten to me。 Here； the source of their increased strength and the King's slow failing。 Here the mist that had clouded his mind and filled his days with weariness。 Galen； their master； had made Verity his target。 But he had missed his kill； and instead met his own death。 How long these had been fastened to the King； how long they had sucked Skill strength from him； I would never know。 They would have been privy to all he Skilled through me to Verity。 Much was suddenly made clear to me； but it was all too late。 They closed on me； and I had no concept of how to evade them。 I felt them fasten to me； knew they were drawing off my strength now； and that with no reason to refrain from it； they would kill me in moments。
Verity； I cried out； but I was already too weakened。 I would never reach him。
Off him； curs！ A familiar snarl； and then Nighteyes repelled through me。 I did not think it would work； but as before； he forced the Wit weapon upon them through the channel the Skill had opened。 The Wit and the Skill were two different things； as unlike as reading and singing； or swimming and riding a horse。 Yet when they were linked to me by the Skill； they must have been vulnerable to this other magic。 I felt them repulsed from me； but there were two of them to withstand the impact of Nighteyes' attack。 It would not defeat them both。
Up and run！ Flee those you cannot fight！
I found it a wise suggestion。 Fear drove me back into my own body and I slammed the guards of my mind closed to their Skill touch。 When I could； I opened my eyes。 I lay on the floor of the King's study； gasping； while above me the Fool had thrown his body across the King's and was wildly weeping。 I felt the creeping tendrils of the Skill sense groping after me。 I withdrew deep into myself； shielded frantically in the way Verity had taught me。 And still I felt their presence； like ghostly fingers plucking at my clothes； trailing down my skin。 It filled me with revulsion。
〃You've killed him； you've killed him！ You've killed my king； you rotten traitor！ 〃 the Fool shrieked at me。
〃No！ It was not I！〃 I could barely gasp out the words。
To my horror Wallace stood in the door； taking in the whole scene with wild eyes。 Then he lifted his glance and screamed aloud in horror。 He dropped the armful of wood he had brought。 Both the Fool and I turned our heads。
Standing in the door of the King's bedchamber was the Pocked Man。 Even knowing it was Chade； I still knew one moment of hair…raising terror。 He was dressed in tattered grave clothes； smeared with earth and mildew。 His long gray hair hung in filthy locks about his face； and he had smeared his skin with ash that the livid scars might stand out the better。 He lifted a slow hand to point at Wallace。 The man screamed； and then fled shrieking down the halls。 His yammering for the guards echoed through the Keep。
〃What goes on here？〃 Chade demanded as soon as Wallace had fled。 He crossed to his brother in a single stride； laid long thin fingers across the King's throat。 I knew what he would find。 I clambered painfully to my feet。
〃He's dead。 I DID NOT KILL HIM！〃 My shout cut across the