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the memory of King…in…Waiting Verity。 This was a eulogy； but a condescending one； speaking of all that Verity had attempted and intended and dreamed of and wished for。 His achievements already having been heaped on Regal's plate； there was little left to add。 Kettricken grew； if anything； whiter and more pinched about the mouth。
I believe that when Duke Ram finished； she was on the verge of rising to speak herself。 But Regal arose； almost hastily； holding up his newly filled glass。 He motioned all to silence； then extended that glass toward the Queen。
〃Too much has been said of me this night； and too little of our most fair Queen…in…Waiting； Kettricken。 She has returned home to find herself most sadly bereaved。 Yet I do not think my late brother Verity would wish sorrow for his death to overshadow all that is due his lady by her own effort。 Despite her condition〃 … and the knowing smile of Regal's face was perilously close to a sneer … 〃she deemed it in the best interests of her adopted kingdom to venture forth to confront the Red…Ships herself： Doubtless many Raiders fell to her valiant sword。 No one can doubt that our soldiers were inspired by the sight of their queen； determined to do battle on their behalf； regardless of what she risked。〃
Two spots of high color began to glow on Kettricken's cheeks。 Regal continued； shading his account of Kettricken's deeds with condescension and flattery。 The insincerity of his courtier's phrases somehow diminished her deed to something done for show。
I looked in vain for someone at the High Table to champion her。 For me to rise from my mon place and pit my voice against Regal's would have seemed almost more mocking。 Kettricken； never sure of her place in her husband's court； and now without him to sustain her； seemed to shrink in on herself。 Regal's retelling of her exploits made them seem questionable and reckless rather than daring and decisive。 I saw her dwindle before herself； and knew she would not speak up for herself now。 The meal resumed with a very subdued Queen attending to the addled King Shrewd beside her； grave and silent to the King's vague efforts at conversation。
But worse was to e。 At the end of the meal； Regal once more called for silence。 He promised the assembled folk that there would be minstrels and puppeteers to follow the meal； but asked them to endure while he announced but one more thing。 After much grave consideration and great consultation； and with great reluctance； he had realized what the attack at Neatbay had justly proven。 Buckkeep itself was no longer the safe and secure place it was once。 It was certainly no place for anyone of delicate health。 And so； a decision had been reached that King Shrewd （and the King lifted up his head and blinked about at the mention of his name） would be journeying inland； to reside in safety at Tradeford on the Vin River in Farrow until his health had improved。 Here he paused to lavishly thank Duke Holder of Farrow for making the Tradeford Castle available to the royal family。 He added； too； that he was greatly pleased it was so accessible to both the main castles of Farrow and Tilth； for he wished to remain in good contact with these most loyal Dukes； who had so often of late journeyed so far to assist him in these troubled； troubled times。 It would please Regal to bring the life of the royal court to the ones who had previously had to travel far to enjoy it。 Here he paused to accept their nodded thanks and murmurs of continued support。 They subsided in immediate obedience when he next raised his hand。
He invited； nay； he entreated； he begged the Queen…in…Waiting to join King Shrewd there。 She would be more safe； she would find it more fortable； for Tradeford Castle had been built as a home； not a fortress。 It would put the minds of her subjects at rest to know that the ing heir and his mother were well cared for and well away from the dangerous coast。 He promised that every effort would be made to make her feel at home。 He promised her a merry court would re…form there。 Many many of the furnishings and treasures of Buckkeep were to be moved there when the King went； to make the move less upsetting for him。 Regal smiled all the while that he relegated his father to a position of elderly idiot and Kettricken to broodmare。 He dared to pause to hear her acceptance of her fate。
〃I cannot；〃 she said with great dignity。 〃Buckkeep is where my lord Verity left me； and before he did so； he mended it to my care。 Here I shall stay。 This is where my child will be born。〃
Regal turned his head； ostensibly to hide a smile from her； but actually to display it better to the assemblage。 〃Buckkeep shall be well guarded； my lady queen。 My own cousin； Lord Bright； heir to Farrow； has expressed an interest in assuming the defense of it。 The full militia will be left in place here； for we have no need of them at Tradeford。 I doubt that they shall need the assistance of one more woman hampered by her skirts and a burgeoning belly。〃
The laughter that erupted shocked me。 It was a crude remark； a witticism more worthy of a tavern brawny than a Prince in his own Keep。 It reminded me of nothing so much as of Queen Desire when she was at her worst； inflamed with wine and herbs。 Yet they laughed； at the High Table； and not a few at the lower tables joined them。 Regal's charms and entertainments had served him well。 No matter what insult or buffoonery he served up tonight； these fawners would sit and accept it with the meat and wine they gobbled at his table。 Kettricken seemed incapable of speech。 She actually rose and would have left the table； had not the King reached out a trembling hand。 〃Please； my dear；〃 he said； and his faltering voice carried all too clearly。 〃Do not leave me。 I wish you at my side。〃
〃You see； it is the wish of your king；〃 Regal hastily admonished her； and I doubt that even he could fully token the good luck that had led the King to make such a request of her at such a time。 Kettricken sank back unwillingly in her seat。 Her lower lip trembled and her face flushed。 For one terrifying instant I thought she would burst into tears。 It would have been the final triumph for Regal； a betrayal of her emotional weakness as a breeding female。 Instead； she took a deep breath。 She turned to the King and spoke low but audibly as she took his hand。 〃You are my king； to whom I am sworn。 My liege； it shall be as you wish。 I shall not leave your side。〃
She bowed her head； and Regal nodded affably； and a general outbreak of conversation congratulated itself on her agreement。 Regal nattered on a bit longer when the din died down； but he had already achieved his goal。 He spoke mostly of the wisdom of his decision； and how Buckkeep would be better able to defend itself without fearing for its monarch。 He even had the audacity to suggest that by removing himself and the King and Queen…in…Waiting； he would be making Buckkeep a lesser target for the Raiders； as they would have less to gain by capturing it。 It was all a nothing； a winding down for show。 Not long after； the King was taken away； carted off back to his chamber； his display duty done。 Queen Kettricken excused herself to acpany him。 The feast broke down into a general cacophony of entertainments。 Kegs of beer were brought out； along with casks of the lesser wines。 Various inland minstrels held forth at opposite corners of the Great Hall； while the Prince and his cohorts chose the amusement of a puppet show； a bawdy piece entitled The Seduction of the Innkeeper's Son。 I pushed back my plate and looked to Burrich。 Our eyes met； and we rose as one。
CHAPTER TWENTY…SIX
Skilling
THE FORGED ONES appeared to be incapable of any emotion。 They were not evil； they did not take joy in their wickedness or crimes。 When they lost their capacity to feel anything for fellow humans； or any other creatures of the world； they lost their ability to be part of society。 An unsympathetic man； a harsh man； an insensitive man still retains enough sensibilities to know that he cannot always express how little he cares for others； and still be accepted into the kinship of a family or a village。 The Forged ones had lost even the ability to dissemble that they felt for their fellows。 Their emotions did not simply stop； they were forgotten； lost to them so entirely that they could not even predict the behavior of other humans based on emotional reaction。
A Skilled one might be seen as the other end of this spectrum。 Such a man can reach forth and tell from afar what others are thinking and feeling。 He can； if strongly Skilled； impose his thoughts and feelings on others。 In this increased sensitivity to the emotions and thoughts of others； he has a surfeit of what Forged ones lack entirely。
King…in…Waiting Verity confided that the Forged ones seemed immune to his Skilling abilities。 That is； he could not feel what they felt； nor discover their thoughts。 This does not； however； mean that they were insensible to the Skill。 Could Verity's Skilling have been what drew them to Buckkeep？ Did his reaching out awaken in them a hunger； a remembrance perhaps of what they had lost？ Drawn as they were；
