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You were wrong； he observed。 Neither of us hunts very well alone。 Sly amusement。 Unless you thought you were doing well before I came along？
〃A wolf is not meant to hunt alone；〃 I told him。 I tried for dignity。
He lolled his tongue at me。 Don't fear； little brother。 I'll be here。
We continued walking through the crisp white snow and the stark black trees。 Not much farther to home； he forted me。 I felt his strength mingling with mine as we limped on。
It was nearly noon when I presented myself at Verity's map…room door。 My forearm was snugly bandaged and invisible inside a voluminous sleeve。 The wound itself was not that severe； but it was painful。 The bite between my shoulder and neck was not so easily concealed。 I had lost flesh there； and it had bled profusely。 When I had seen it with a looking glass the night before； I was nearly sick。 Cleaning it had made it bleed even more profusely； there was a chunk of me gone。 Well； and if Nighteyes had not intervened； more of me would have followed that mouthful。 I cannot explain how sickening I found that thought。 I had managed to get a dressing on it； but not a very good one。 I had pulled my shirt high and fastened it in place to conceal the bandaging。 It chafed painfully against the wound； but it concealed it。 Apprehensively； I tapped on the door； and was clearing my throat as it opened。
Charim told me Verity was not there。 There was a worry deep in his eyes。 I tried not to share it。 〃He can't leave the boatbuilders to that work； can he？〃
Charim shook his head to my banter。 〃No。 Up in his tower；〃 the old servant said shortly。 I turned aside as he slowly shut the door。
Well； Kettricken had told me as much。 I had tried to forget that part of our conversation。 Dread crept through me as I sought the tower stairs。 Verity had no reason to be in this tower。 This tower was where he Skilled from in summers； when the weather was fine and the Raiders harried our shores。 There was no reason to be up there in winter； especially with the wind howling and the snow dropping as it was today。 No reason save the terrible attraction of the Skill itself。
I had felt that lure； I reminded myself as I gritted my teeth and began the long climb to the top。 I had known； for a time； the heady exuberance of the Skill。 Like the clotted memory of long…ago pain； Galen the Skill Master's words came back to me。 〃If you are weak；〃 he had threatened us； 〃if you lack focus and discipline； if you are indulgent and inclined to pleasure； you will not master the Skill。 Rather； the Skill will master you。 Practice the denial of all pleasures to yourself； deny all weaknesses that tempt you。 Then； when you are as steel； perhaps you will be ready to encounter the lure of the Skill and turn aside from it。 If you give in to it； you will bee as a great babe； mindless and drooling。〃 Then he had schooled us； with privations and punishments that went far past any sane level。 Yet when I had encountered the Skill joy； I had not found it the tawdry pleasure Galen had implied。 Rather； it had been the same rush of blood and thunder of heart that sometimes music brought to me； or a sudden flight of bright pheasant in an autumn wood； or even the pleasure of taking a horse perfectly over a difficult jump。 That instant when all things e into balance； and for a moment turn together as perfectly as birds wheeling in flight。 The Skill gave that to one； but not for just a moment。 Rather it lasted for as long as a man could sustain it； and became stronger and purer as one's ability with the Skill refined。 Or so I believed。 My own abilities with the Skill had been permanently damaged in a battle of wills with Galen。 The defensive mental walls I had erected were such that not even someone as strongly Skilled as Verity could always reach me。 My own ability to reach out of myself had bee an intermittent thing； skittish and flighty as a spooky horse。
I paused outside Verity's door。 I took a very deep breath； then breathed it out slowly； refusing to let the blackness of spirit settle on me。 Those things were done； that time was gone。 No sense railing to myself about it。 As was my old habit； I entered without knocking； lest the noise break Verity's concentration。
He should not have been Skilling。 He was。 The shutters of the window were open and he leaned out on the sill。 Wind and snow swirled throughout the room； speckling his dark hair and dark blue shirt and jerkin。 He was breathing in deep； long steady breaths； a cadence somewhere between a very deep sleep and that of a runner at rest and catching his wind。 He seemed oblivious of me。 〃Prince Verity？〃 I said softly。
He turned to me； and his gaze was like heat； like light； like wind in my face。 He Skilled into me with such force that I felt driven out of myself； his mind possessing mine so pletely that there was no room left to be myself in it。 For a moment I was drowning in Verity； and then he was gone； withdrawing so rapidly that I was left stumbling and gasping like a fish deserted by a high wave。 In a step he was beside me； catching my elbow and steadying me on my feet。
〃I'm sorry；〃 he apologized。 〃I was not expecting you。 You startled me。〃
〃I should have knocked； my prince；〃 I replied； and then gave a quick nod to him that I could stand。 〃What's out there； that you watch so intently？〃
He glanced aside from me。 〃Not much。 Some boys on the cliffs； watching a pod of whales sporting。 Two of our own boats； fishing halibut。 Even in this weather； though not enjoying it much。〃
〃Then you are not Skilling for Outislanders 。。。。〃
〃There are not any out there； this time of year。 But I keep a watch。〃 He glanced down at my forearm； the one he had just released； and changed the subject。 〃What happened to you？〃
〃That's what I came to see you about。 Forged ones attacked me。 Out on the face of the ridge； the one where the spruce…hen hunting is good。 Near the goatherd's shed。〃
He nodded quickly； his dark brows knitting。 〃I know the area。 How many？ Describe them。〃
I quickly sketched my attackers for him and he nodded briefly； unsurprised。 〃I had a report of them； four days ago。 They should not be this close to Buckkeep this soon； not unless they are consistently moving in this direction； every day。 Are they finished？〃
〃Yes。 You expected this？〃 I was aghast。 〃I thought we had wiped them out。〃
〃We wiped out the ones who were here then。 There are others； moving in this direction。 I have been keeping track of them by the reports； but I had not expected them to be so close so soon。〃
I struggled briefly； got my voice under control。 〃My prince； why do we simply keep track of them？ Why do not we 。。。 take care of this problem？〃
Verity made a small noise in his throat and turned back to his window。 〃Sometimes one has to wait； and let the enemy plete a move； in order to discover what the full strategy is。 Do you understand me？〃
〃The Forged ones have a strategy？ I think not； my prince。 They were…〃
〃Report to me in full；〃 Verity directed me without looking at me。 I hesitated briefly； then launched into a plete retelling。 Toward the end of the struggle； my account became a bit incoherent。 I let the words die on my lips。 〃But I did manage to break his grip on me。 And all three of them died there。〃
He did not take his eyes from the sea。 〃You should avoid physical struggles； FitzChivalry。 You always seem to get hurt in them。〃
〃I know； my prince；〃 I admitted humbly。 〃Hod did her best with me…〃
〃But you were not really trained to be a fighter。 You have other talents。 And those are the ones you should be putting to use to preserve yourself。 Oh； you're a petent swordsman； but you've not the brawn and weight to be a brawler。 At least； not yet。 And that is what you always seem to revert to in a fight。〃
〃I was not offered the selection of weapons；〃 I said； a bit testily； and then added； 〃my prince。〃
〃No。 You won't be。〃 He seemed to speak from afar。 A slight tension in the air told me that he Skilled out even as we spoke。 〃Yet I'm afraid I must send you out again。 I think you are perhaps right。 I ha