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〃One thing；〃 I said； and ignored his scowl at the delay。
〃I have to ask this； Chade。 Were you here because you didn't trust me？〃
〃A fair question； I suppose。 No。 I was here to listen in the town； to women's talk； as you were to listen in the keep。 Bonnet makers and button sellers may know more than a high king's adviser； without even knowing they know it。 Now。 Do we ride？〃
We did。 We left by the side entrance； and the bay was tethered right outside。 Sooty didn't much care for him； but she minded her manners。 I sensed Chade's impatience； but he kept the horses to an easy pace until we had left the cobbled streets of Neatbay behind us。 Once the lights of the houses were behind us； we put our horses to an easy canter。 Chade led； and I wondered at how well he rode； and how effortlessly he selected paths in the dark。 Sooty did not like this swift traveling by night。 If it had not been for a moon nearly at the full； I don't think I could have persuaded her to keep up with the bay。
I will never forget that night ride。 Not because it was a wild gallop to the rescue； but because it was not。 Chade guided us and used the horses as if they were game pieces on a board。 He did not play swiftly； but to win。 And so there were times when we walked the horses to breathe them； and places on the trail where we dismounted and led them to get them safely past treacherous places。
As morning grayed the sky we stopped to eat provisions from Chade's saddlebags。 We were on a hilltop so thickly treed that the sky was barely glimpsed overhead。 I could hear the ocean； and smell it； but could catch no sight of it。 Our trail had bee a sinuous path； little more than a deer run； through these woods。 Now that we were still； I could hear and smell the life all around us。 Birds called； and I heard the movement of small animals in the underbrush and in the branches overhead。 Chade had stretched； then sank down to sit on deep moss with his back against a tree。 He drank deeply from a water skin and then more briefly from a brandy flask。 He looked tired； and the daylight exposed his age more cruelly than lamplight ever had。 I wondered if he would last through the ride or collapse。
〃I'll be fine；〃 he said when he caught me watching him。 〃I've had to do more arduous duty than this； and on less sleep。 Besides； we'll have a good five or six hours of rest on the boat； if the crossing is smooth。 So there's no need to be longing after sleep。 Let's go； boy。〃
About two hours later our path diverged； and again we 'took the more obscure branching。 Before long I was all but lying on Sooty's neck to escape the low sweeps of the branches。 It was muggy under the trees and we were blessed with multitudes of tiny stinging flies that tortured the horses and crept into my clothes to find flesh to feast on。 So thick were they that when I finally mustered the courage to ask Chade if we had gone astray； I near choked on the ones that rushed into my mouth。
By midday we emerged onto a windswept hillside that was more open。 Once more I saw the ocean。 The wind cooled the sweating horses and swept the insects away。 It was a great pleasure simply to sit upright in the saddle again。 The trail was wide enough that I could ride abreast of Chade。 The livid spots stood out starkly against his pale skin； he looked more bloodless than the Fool。 Dark circles underscored his eyes。 He caught me watching him and frowned。
〃Report to me； instead of staring at me like a simpleton；〃 he ordered me tersely； and so I did。
It was hard to watch the trail and his face at the same time； but the second time he snorted； I glanced over at him to find wry amusement on his face。 I finished my report and he shook his head。
〃Luck。 Same luck your father had。 Your kitchen diplomacy may be enough to turn the situation around； if that is all there is to it。 The little gossip I heard agreed。 Well。 Kelvar was a good duke before this； and it sounds like all that happened was a young bride going to his head。〃 He sighed suddenly。 〃Still； it's bad； with Verity there to rebuke a man for not minding his towers； and Verity himself with a raid on a Buckkeep Town。 Damn！ There's so much we don't know。 How did the Raiders get past our towers without being spotted？ How did they know that Verity was away from Buckkeep at Neatbay？ Or did they know？ Was it luck for them？ And what does that strange ultimatum mean？ Is it a threat； or a mockery？〃 For a moment we rode silently。
〃I wish I knew what action Shrewd was taking。 When he sent me the messenger； he had not yet decided。 We may get to Forge to find that all's been settled already。 And I wish I knew exactly what message he Skilled to Verity。 They say that in the old days； when more men trained in the Skill； a man could tell what his leader was thinking about just by being silent and listening for a while。 But that may be no more than a legend。 Not many are taught the Skill； anymore。 I think it was King Bounty who decided that。 Keep the Skill more secret； more of an elite tool； and it bees more valuable。 That was the logic then。 I never much understood it。 What if they said that of good bowmen； or navigators？ Still； I suppose the aura of mystery might give a leader more status with his men 。。。 or for a man like Shrewd； now； he'd enjoy having his underlings wondering if he can actually pick up what they were thinking without their uttering a word。 Yes； that would appeal to Shrewd； that would。〃
At first I thought Chade was very worried； or even angry。 I had never heard him ramble so on a topic。 But when his horse shied over a squirrel crossing his path； Chade was very nearly unseated。 I reached out and caught at his reins。 〃Are you all right？ What's the matter？〃
He shook his head slowly。 〃Nothing。 When we get to the boat； I'll be all right。 We just have to keep going。 It's not much farther now。〃 His pale skin had bee gray； and with every step his horse took； he swayed in his saddle。
〃Let's rest a bit；〃 I suggested。
〃Tides won't wait。 And rest wouldn't help me； not the rest I'd get while I was worrying about our boat going on the rocks。 No。 We just have to keep going。〃 And he added； 〃Trust me； boy。 I know what I can do； and I'm not so foolish as to attempt more than that。〃
And so we went on。 There was very little else we could do。 But I rode beside his horse's head； where I could take his reins if I needed to。 The sound of the ocean grew louder； and the trail much steeper。 Soon I was leading the way whether I would or no。
We broke clear of brush pletely on a bluff overlooking a sandy beach。 〃Thank Eda； they're here；〃 Chade muttered behind me； and then I saw the shallow draft boat that was all but grounded near the point。 A man on watch hallooed and waved his cap in the air。 I lifted my arm in return greeting。
We made our way down； sliding more than riding； and then Chade immediately boarded。 That left me with the horses。 Neither was anxious to enter the waves； let alone heave themselves over the low rail and up onto deck。 I tried to quest toward them； to let them know what I wanted。 For the first time in my life I found I was simply too tired。 I could not find the focus I needed。 So three deckhands； much cursing； and two duckings for me were required to finally get them loaded。 Every bit of leather and every buckle on their harness had been doused with salt water。 How was I going to explain that to Burrich？ That was the thought that was uppermost on my mind as I settled myself in the bow and watched the rowers in the dory bend their backs to the oars and tow us out to deeper water。
CHAPTER TEN
Revelations
TIME AND TIDE WAIT for no man。 There's an ageless adage。 Sailors and fishermen mean it simply to say that a boat's schedule is determined by the ocean； not man's convenience。 But sometimes I lie here； after the tea has calmed the worst of the pain； and wonder about it。 Tides wait for no man； and that I know is true。 But time？ Did the times I was born into await my birth to be？ Did the events rumble into place like the great wooden gears of the clock of Sayntanns； meshing with my conception and pushing my life along？ I make no claim to greatness。 And yet； had I not been born； had not my parents fallen before a surge of lust； so much would be different。 So much。 Better？ I think not。 And then I blink and try to focus my eyes； and wonder if these thoughts e from me or from the drug in my blood。 It would be nice to hold counsel with Chade； one last time。
The sun had moved 'round to late afternoon when someone nudged me awake。 〃Your master wants you；〃 was all he said； and I roused with a start。 Gulls wheeling overhead； fresh sea air； and the dignified waddle of the boat recalled me to where I was。 I scrambled to my feet； ashamed to have fallen asleep without even wondering if Chade was fortable。 I hurried aft to the ship's house。
There I found Chade had taken over the tiny galley table。 He was poring over a map spread out on it； but a large tureen of fish chowder was what got my attention。 He motioned me to it without taking his attention from the map； and I was glad to fall to。 There were ship's b