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I myself have no wish to understand them。 Understanding them will not stop them。〃
〃No。〃 I did not want to watch the village。 I had seen this nightmare too often。 But only a heartless man could have turned away as if it were a poorly staged puppet show。 The least I could do for my people was watch them die。 It also was the most I could do for them。 I was sick and a cripple； an old man far away。 No more could be expected from me。 So I watched。
I watched the little town awaken from soft sleep to the rough grip of a strange hand on the throat or breast； to a knife over a cradle； or the sudden cry of a child dragged from sleep。 Lights began to flicker and glow throughout the village； some were candles kindled on hearing a neighbor's outcry； others were torches or burning houses。 Although the Red…Ships had terrorized the Six Duchies for over a year； for this folk it became pletely real tonight。 They had thought they were prepared。 They had heard the horror stories； and resolved never to let it happen to them。 But still the houses burned and the screams rose to the night sky as if borne on the smoke。
〃Speak； Fool；〃 I manded hoarsely。 〃Remember forward for me。 What do they say about Siltbay？ A raid on Siltbay； in winter。〃
He took a shuddering breath。 〃It is not easy； nor clear；〃 he hesitated。 〃All wavers； all is change still。 Too much is in flux； Your Majesty。 The future spills out in all directions there。 〃
〃Speak any you can see；〃 I manded。
〃They made a song about this town；〃 the Fool observed hollowly。 He gripped my shoulder still； through my nightshirt； the clutch of his long； strong fingers was cold。 A trembling passed between us and I felt how he labored to continue standing beside me。 〃When it is sung in a tavern； with the refrain hammered out to the beat of ale mugs upon a table； none of this seems so bad。 One can imagine the brave stand these folk made； going down fighting rather than surrendering。 Not one； not one single person； was taken alive and Forged。 Not one。〃 The Fool paused。 A hysterical note mingled with the levity he forced into his voice。 〃Of course； when you're drinking and singing； you don't see the blood。 Or smell the burning flesh。 Or hear the screams。 But that's understandable。 Have you ever tried to find a rhyme for ‘dismembered child'？ Someone once tried ‘remembered wild' but the verse still didn't quite scan。〃 There is no merriment in his banter。 His bitter jests can shield neither him nor me。 He falls silent once more； my prisoner doomed to share his painful knowledge with ine。
I witness in silence。 No verse would tell of a parent pushing a poison pellet into a child's mouth to keep him from the Raiders。 No one could sing of children crying out with the cramps of the swift； harsh poison； or the women who were raped as they lay dying。 No rhyme nor melody could bear the weight of telling of archers whose truest arrows slew captured kinfolk before they could be dragged away。 I peered into the interior of a burning house。 Through the flames； I watched a ten…year…old boy bare his throat for the slash of his mother's knife。 He held the body of his baby sister； strangled already； for the Red…Ships had e； and no loving brother would give her to either the Raiders or the voracious flames。 I saw the mother's eyes as she lifted her children's bodies and carried them into the flames with her。 Such things are better not remembered。 But I was not spared the knowledge。 It was my duty to know these things； and to recall them。
Not all died。 Some fled into the surrounding fields and forests。 I saw one young man take four children under the docks with him； to cling in the chill water to the barnacled pilings until the Raiders left。 Others tried to flee and were slain 'as they ran。 I saw a woman in a nightgown slip from a house。 Flames were already running up the side of the building。 She carried one child in her arms and another clung to her skirts and followed her。 Even in the darkness； the light from the burning huts woke burnished highlights in her hair。 She glanced about fearfully； but the long knife she carried in her free hand was up and at the ready。 I caught a glimpse of a small mouth set grimly； eyes narrowed fiercely。 Then； for an instant； I saw that proud profile limned against firelight。 〃Molly！〃 I gasped。 I reached a clawed hand to her。 She lifted a door and shooed the children down into a root cellar behind the blazing home。 She lowered the door silently over them all。 Safe？
No。 They came around the corner； two of them。 One carried an ax。 They were walking slowly； swaggering and laughing aloud。 The soot that smeared their faces made their teeth and the whites of their eyes stand out。 One was a woman。 She was very beautiful； laughing as she strode。 Fearless。 Her hair was braided back with silver wire。 The flames winked red in it。 The Raiders advanced to the door of the root cellar； and the one swung his ax in a great arcing blow。 The ax bit deep into the wood。 I heard the terrified cry of a child。 〃Molly！〃 I shrieked。
I scrabbled from my bed； but had no strength to stand。 I crawled toward her。
The door gave way； and the Raiders laughed。 One died laughing as Molly came leaping through the shattered remnants of the door to put her long knife into his throat。 But the beautiful woman with the shining silver in her hair had a sword。 And as Molly struggled to pull her knife clear of the dying man； that sword was falling； falling； falling。
At that instant something gave way in the burning house with a sharp crack。 The structure swayed and then fell in a shower of sparks and an upburst of roaring flames。 A curtain of fire soared up between me and the root cellar。 I could see nothing through that inferno。 Had it fallen across the door of the root cellar and the Raiders attacking it？ I could not see。 I lunged forth； reaching out for Molly。
But in an instant； all was gone。 There was no burning house； no pillaged town； no violated harbor； no Red…Ships。 Only myself； crouching by the hearth。 I had thrust my hand into the fire and my fingers clutched a coal。 The Fool cried out and seized my wrist to pull my hand from the fire。 I shook him off； then looked at my blistered fingers dully。
〃My king；〃 the Fool said woefully。 He knelt beside me； carefully moved the tureen of soup by my knee。 He moistened a napkin in the wine he had poured for my meal； and folded it over my fingers。 I let him。 I could not feel the burned skin for the great wound inside me。 His worried eyes stared into mine。 I could scarcely see him。 He seemed an insubstantial thing； with the faltering flames of the fireplace showing in his colorless eyes。 A shadow like all the other shadows that came to torment me。
My burned fingers throbbed suddenly。 I clutched them in my other hand。 What had I been doing； what had I been thinking？ The Skill had e on me like a fit； and then departed； leaving me as drained as an empty glass。 Weariness flowed in to fill me； and pain rode it like a horse。 I struggled to retain what I had seen。 〃What woman was that？ Is she important？〃
〃Ah。〃 The Fool seemed even wearier； but struggled to gather himself。 〃A woman at Siltbay？〃 He paused as if racking his brains。 〃No。 I have nothing。 It is all a muddle； my king。 So hard to know。〃
〃Molly has no children；〃 I told him。 〃It could not have been her。〃
〃Molly？〃
〃Her name is Molly？〃 I demanded。 My head throbbed。 Anger suddenly possessed me。 〃Why do you torment me like this？〃
〃My lord； I know of no Molly。 e。 e back to your bed； and I will bring you some food。〃
He helped me to my feet and I tolerated his touch。 I found my voice。 I floated； the focus of my eyes ing and going。 One moment I could feel his hand on my arm； the next it seemed as if I dreamed the room and the men who spoke there。 I managed to speak。 〃I have to know if that was Molly。 I have to know if she is dying。 Fool； I have to know。〃
The Fool sighed heavily。 〃It is not a thing I can mand； my king。 You know that。 Like your visions； mine rule me； not the reverse。 I cannot pluck a thread from the tapestry； but must look where my eyes are pointed。 The future； my king； is li