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I found my tongue； sought a casual air。 〃Why do you dry them； then？〃
〃An infusion of them； gargled； will help a sore throat。 So Molly Chandler told me； when I found her gathering them in the women's garden。〃
〃I see。〃 I fastened the leaves to the line； dangling them like a body from a noose。 Even their odor was bitter。 Had I wondered； earlier； how Verity could be so unaware of what was right before him？ Why had I never thought of this？ How must it be for her； to dread what a rightfully married woman would long for？ What Patience had longed for in vain？
〃。。。seaweed； FitzChivalry？〃
I started。 〃Beg pardon？〃
〃I said； when you have an afternoon free； would you gather seaweed for me？ The black； crinkly sort？ It has the most flavor this time of year。〃
〃I will try；〃 I replied absently。 For how many years would Molly have to worry？ How much bitterness must she swallow？
〃What are you looking at？〃 Patience demanded。
〃Nothing。 Why？〃
〃Because I've asked you twice to get down so we can move the chair。 We've all these other packets to hang； you know。〃
〃Beg pardon。 I didn't get much sleep last night； it's left me dull…witted today。〃
〃I agree。 You should start sleeping more at night。〃 These words were uttered a bit heavily。 〃Now e down and move the chair so we can hang these mints。〃
I didn't eat much at dinner。 Regal was alone on the high dais； looking sullen。 His usual circle of fawners clustered at a table just below him。 I did not understand why he chose to dine separately。 Certainly； he had the rank to； but why choose this isolation？ He summoned one of the more flattering of the minstrels he had recently imported to Buckkeep。 Most of them were from Farrow。 All of them affected the nasal intonations of that region and favored the long； chanting styles of epics。 This one sang a long telling of some adventure of Regal's maternal grandfather。 I listened as little as I was able； it seemed to have to do with riding a horse to death in order to be the one to shoot a great stag that had eluded a generation of hunters。 It praised endlessly the greathearted horse who had gone to his death at his master's bidding。 It said nothing of the master's stupidity in wasting such an animal to gain some tough meat and a rack of antlers。
〃You look half…sick；〃 Burrich observed as he paused beside me。 I rose to leave table and walked through the hall with him。
〃Too much on my mind。 Too many directions to think in all at once。 I sometimes feel that if I had time to focus my mind on just one problem； I could solve it。 And then go on to solve the others。〃
〃Every man believes that。 It isn't so。 Slay the ones you can as they e to hand； and after a while you get used to the ones you can do nothing about。〃
〃Such as？〃
He shrugged and gestured downward。 〃Such as having a game leg。 Or being a bastard。 We all get used to things we once swore we could never live with。 But what's eating your liver this time？〃
〃Nothing I can tell you about just yet。 Not here； anyway。〃
〃Oh。 More of those； huh。〃 He shook his head。 〃I don't envy you； Fitz。 Sometimes all a man needs is to growl about his problems to another man。 They've denied you even that。 But take heart。 I have faith you can handle them even if you think you can't。〃
He clapped me on the shoulders； and then left in a blast of cold air from the outer doors。 Verity was right。 The winter storms were rising； if tonight's wind was any indicator。 I was halfway up the stairs before I reflected that Burrich now spoke to me straight across。 He finally believed I was a man grown。 Well； maybe I would do better if I believed that about myself。 I squared my shoulders and went up to my room。
I put more effort into dressing than I had in a long time。 As I did I thought of Verity hastily changing his shirt for Kettricken。 How had he ever managed to be so blind to her？ And I to Molly？ What other things did Molly do for our sake that I had never realized？ My misery returned； stronger than ever。 Tonight。 Tonight after Shrewd was done with me。 I could not let her continue her sacrifices。 For now； I could do nothing save put it out of my mind。 I pulled my hair back into the warrior's tail that I felt fully earned now； and tugged the front of my blue jerkin straight。 It was a bit snug across the shoulders； but so was everything I owned lately。 I left my room。
In the hallway outside King Shrewd's apartments； I encountered Verity with Kettricken on his arm。 Never had I seen them as they presented themselves now。 Here； suddenly； was the King…in…Waiting and his queen。 Verity was dressed in a long formal robe of deep forest green。 An embroidered band of stylized bucks graced the sleeves and hem。 He wore on his brow the silver circlet with the blue gem that was the mark of the King…in…Waiting。 I had not seen him wear it in some time： Kettricken was dressed in the purple and white that she so often chose。 Her gown of purple was very simple； the sleeves cut short and wide to reveal narrower and longer sleeves of white beneath them。 She wore the jewelry； that Verity had gifted her with； and her long blond hair had been intricately dressed with a net of silver chain junctured with amethysts。 I halted at the sight of them。 Their faces were grave。 They could be going nowhere except to see King Shrewd。
I presented myself formally； and carefully let Verity know that King Shrewd had summoned me。
〃No；〃 he told me gently。 〃I summoned you to present yourself to King Shrewd。 Along with Kettricken and me。 I wished you witness for this。〃
Relief flooded me。 This was not about Celerity； then。 〃Witness for what； my prince？〃 I managed to ask。
He looked at me as if I were daft。 〃I ask the King's permission to leave on a quest。 To seek out the Elderlings and bring back the aid we so desperately need。〃
〃Oh。〃 I should have noticed the quiet page； all in black； bearing an armful of scrolls and tablets。 The boy's face was white and stiff。 I would wager he had never before done anything more formal for Verity than wax his boots。 Rosemary； freshly washed and clothed in Kettricken's colors； reminded me of a scrubbed purple…and…white turnip。 I smiled at the chubby child； but she returned my look gravely。
Without preamble； Verity rapped once on King Shrewd's door。 〃A moment！〃 called a voice。 Wallace's。 He opened the door a crack； glared out； then realized that this was Verity he was keeping out。 He had a moment of too obvious hesitation before he swung the door wide。
〃Sir；〃 he quavered。 〃I did not expect you。 That is； I was not informed that the King was to have…〃
〃You are not needed for this。 You may go； now。〃 Usually Verity did not dismiss even a page so coldly。
〃But 。。。 the King may have need of me 。。。。〃 The man's eyes shifted wildly about。 He feared something。
Verity's eyes narrowed。 〃If he does； I will see you are summoned。 In fact； you may wait。 Just outside the door。 Be there if I call for you。〃
After an instant's pause Wallace stepped outside the door and stood beside it。 We entered the King's chambers。 Verity himself set hand to the door and shut it。 〃I do not like that man；〃 he observed； more than loudly enough to be heard through the door。 〃He is officiously subservient； and greasily obsequious。 A very poor bination。〃
The King was not in his sitting room。 As Verity crossed it the Fool suddenly appeared in Shrewd's bedroom doorway。 He goggled at us； grinned in a sudden lift of joy； and then made a floor…sweeping bow to all of us。 〃Sire！ Awaken！ It is as I have foretold； the minstrels have arrived！ 〃
〃Fool；〃 Verity growled； but it was good…natured。 He brushed past him； fending off the Fool's mocking attempts to kiss the hem of his robe。 Kettricken lifted a hand to smother a smile and followed Verity。 The Fool all but succeeded in tripping me with a suddenly stretched…forth foot。 I avoided it； but made a clumsy entrance； nearly colliding with Kettricken。 The Fool grinned and simpered at me； then capered over to Shrewd's bedside。 He lifted the old man's hand； patted it with true gentleness。 〃Your Majesty？