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s； and the lingering torment of Forged ones in our midst rocked the foundations of the Six Duchies。 Confidence in the monarchy was low； and Kettricken had the unenviable position of being an unadmired king…in…waiting's outlandish queen。
Civil unrest divided the court as the Inland Duchies voiced their resentment at taxes to protect a coastline they did not share。 The Coastal Duchies cried out for warships and soldiers and an effective way to battle the Raiders that always struck where we were least prepared。 Inland…bred Prince Regal sought to gather power to himself by courting the Inland Dukes with gifts and social attentions。 King…in…Waiting Verity； convinced that his Skill was no longer sufficient to hold the Raiders at bay； put his attentions to building warships to guard the Coastal Duchies； with little time for his new queen。 Over all； King Shrewd crouched like a great spider； endeavoring to keep power spread among himself and his sons； to keep all in balance and the Six Duchies intact。
I awakened to someone touching my forehead。 With an annoyed grunt； I turned my head aside from the touch。 My blankets were weltered around me； I fought my way clear of their restraint and then sat up to see who had dared disturb me。 King Shrewd's fool perched anxiously on a chair beside my bed。 I stared at him wildly； and he drew back from my look。 Uneasiness assailed me。
The Fool should have been back in Buckkeep； with the King； many miles and days from here。 I had never known him to leave the King's side for more than a few hours or a night's rest。 That he was here boded no good。 The Fool was my friend； as much as his strangeness allowed him to be friends with anyone。 But a visit from him always had a purpose； and such purposes were seldom trivial or pleasant。 He looked as weary as I had ever seen him。 He wore an unfamiliar motley of greens and reds and carried a fool's scepter with a rat's head on it。 The gay garments contrasted too strongly with his colorless skin。 They made him a translucent candle wreathed in holly。 His clothing seemed more substantial than he did。 His fine pale hair floated from the confines of his cap like a drowned man's hair in seawater； while the dancing flames of the fireplace shone in his eyes。 I rubbed my gritty eyes and pushed some of the hair back from my face。 My hair was damp； I'd been sweating in my sleep。
〃Hello；〃 I managed。 〃I didn't expect to see you here。〃 My mouth felt dry； my tongue thick and sour。 I'd been sick； I recalled。 The details seemed hazy。
〃Where else？〃 He looked at me woefully。 〃For every hour you've slept； the less rested you seem。 Lie back； my lord。 Let me make you fortable。〃 He plucked at my pillows fussily； but I waved him away。 Something was wrong here。 Never had he spoken me so fair。 Friends we were； but the Fool's words to me were always as pithy and sour as half…ripened fruit。 If this sudden kindness was a show of pity； I wanted none of it。
I glanced down at my embroidered nightshirt； at the rich bedcovers。 Something seemed odd about them。 I was too tired and weak to puzzle it out。 〃What are you doing here？〃 I asked him。
He took a breath and sighed。 〃I am tending you。 Watching over you while you sleep。 I know you think it foolish； but then； I am the Fool。 You know then that I must be foolish。 Yet you ask me this same thing every time you awake。 Let me then propose something wiser。 I beg you； my lord； let me send for another healer。〃
I leaned back against my pillows。 They were sweat damp； and smelled sour to me。 I knew I could ask the Fool to change them and he would。 But I would just sweat anew if he did。 It was useless。 I clutched at my covers with gnarled fingers。 I asked him bluntly； 〃Why have you e here？〃
He took my hand in his and patted it。 〃My lord； I mistrust this sudden weakness。 You seem to take no good from this healer's ministrations。 I fear that his knowledge is much smaller than his opinion of it。〃
〃Burrich？〃 I asked incredulously。
〃Burrich？ Would that he were here； my lord！ He may be the stablemaster； but for all that； I warrant he is more of a healer than this Wallace who doses and sweats you。〃
〃Wallace？ Burrich is not here？〃
The Fool's face grew graver。 〃No； my king。 He remained in the Mountains； as well you know。〃
〃Your king；〃 I said； and attempted to laugh。 〃Such mockery。〃
〃Never； my lord；〃 he said gently。 〃Never。〃
His tenderness confused me。 This was not the Fool I knew； full of twisting words and riddles； of sly jabs and puns and cunning insults。 I felt suddenly stretched thin as old rope； and as frayed。 Still； I tried to piece things together。 〃Then I am in Buckkeep？〃
He nodded slowly。 〃Of course you are。〃 Worry pinched his mouth。
I was silent； plumbing the full depth of my betrayal。 Somehow I had been returned to Buckkeep。 Against my will。 Burrich had not even seen fit to acpany me。
〃Let me get you some food；〃 the Fool begged me。 〃You always feel better after you have eaten。〃 He rose。 〃I brought it up hours ago。 I've kept it warm by the hearth。〃
My eyes followed him wearily。 At the big hearth he crouched； to coach a covered tureen away from the edge of the fire。 He lifted the lid and I smelled rich beef stew。 He began to ladle it into a bowl。 It had been months since I'd had beef。 In the Mountains； it was all venison and mutton and goat's flesh。 My eyes wandered wearily about the room。 The heavy tapestries； the massive wooden chairs。 The heavy stones of the fireplace； the richly worked bed hangings。 I knew this place。 This was the King's bedchamber at Buckkeep。 Why was I here； in the King's own bed？ I tried to ask the Fool； but another spoke with my lips。 〃I know too many things； Fool。 I can no longer stop myself from knowing them。 Sometimes it is as if another controlled my will； and pushed my mind where I would rather it did not go。 My walls are breached。 It all pours in like a tide。〃 I drew a deep breath； 'but I could not stave it off。 First a chill tingling； then as if I were immersed in a swift flowing of cold water。 〃A rising tide；〃 I gasped。 〃Bearing ships。 Red…keeled ships 。。。〃
The Fool's eyes widened in alarm。 〃In this season； Your Majesty？ Surely not！ Not in winter！〃
My breath was pressed tight in my chest。 I struggled to speak。 〃The winter has crept in too softly。 She has spared us both her storms and her protection。 Look。 Look out there； across the water。 See？ They e。 They e from the fog。〃
I lifted my arm to point。 The Fool came hastily； to stand beside me。 He crouched to peer where I pointed； but I knew he could not see。 Still； he loyally placed a hesitant hand on my thin shoulder； and stared as if he could will away the walls and the miles that stood between him and my vision。 I longed to be as blind as he。 I clasped the long…fingered pale hand that rested on my shoulder。 For a moment I looked down at my withered hand； at the royal signet ring that clung to a bony finger behind a swollen knuckle。 Then my reluctant gaze was drawn up and my vision taken afar。
My pointing hand indicated the quiet harbor。 I struggled to sit up taller； to see more。 The darkened town spread out before me like a patchwork of houses and roads。 Fog lay in hollows and was thick upon the bay。 Weather change ing； I thought to myself。 Something stirred in the air that chilled me； cooling the old sweat on my skin so that I shivered。 Despite the blackness of the night and the fog； I had no difficulty in seeing everything perfectly。 Skill watching I told myself； and then wondered。 I could not Skill； not predictably； not usefully。
But as I watched； two ships broke out of the mists and emerged into the sleeping harbor。 I forgot what I could or could not do。 They were sleek and trim； those ships； and though they were black under the moonlight； I knew their keels were red。 Red…Ship Raiders from the Outislands。 The ships moved like knives through the wavelets； cutting their way clear of the fog； slicing into the protected water of the harbor like a thin blade slicing into a pig's belly。 The oars moved silently； in perfect unison； oarlocks muffled with rags。 They came alongside the docks as boldly as honest merchants e to trade。 From the first boat； a sailor leaped lightly； carrying a line to make fast to a piling。 An oarsman fended her off the dock until the aft line was thrown and made fast as well。 All so calmly； so blatantly。 The second ship was following their example。 The dreaded Red…Ships had e into town； bold as gulls； and tied up at their victims home dock。
No sentry cried out。 No watchman blew a horn； or threw a torch onto a waiting heap of pitchpine to kindle a signal fire。 I looked for them； and instantly found them。 Heads on chests； they were idling at their posts。 Good woolen homespun had gone from gray to red sopping up the blood of their slit throats。 Their killers had e quietly； overland； sure of each sentry post； to silence every watcher。 No one would warn the sleeping town。
There had not been that many sentries。 There was not much to this little town； scarce enough to deserve a dot on the map。 The town had counted on the humbleness of its possessions to
