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west。
Our path would lead us up the banks of the Buckriver； which we would ford at its wide shallows near where the borders of Buck and Farrow Duchies touched。 From there we would journey across Farrow's wide plains； in baking heat I had never encountered before； until we reached Blue Lake。 From Blue Lake； we would follow a river named simply Cold whose origins were in the Mountain Kingdom。 From the Cold Ford the trading road began； that led between the mountains and through their shadows and up； ever up； to Storm Pass； and thence to the thick green forests of the Rain Wilds。 But we would not go so far as that； but would stop at Jhaampe； which was as close to a city as the Mountain Kingdom possessed。
In some ways； it was an unremarkable journey； if one discounts all that inevitably goes with such journeys。 After the first three days or so； things settled into a remarkably monotonous routine； varied only by the different countryside we passed。 Every little village or hamlet along our road turned out to greet us and delay us； with official best wishes and felicitations for the Crown Prince's wedding festivities。
But after we reached the wide plains of Farrow； such hamlets were few and far between。 Farrow's rich farms and trading cities were far to the north of our path； along the Vin River。 We traveled Farrow's plains； where people were mostly nomadic herders； creating towns only in the winter months when they settled along the trade routes for what they called the 〃green season。〃 We passed herds of sheep； or goats； or horses； or more rarely； the dangerous； rangy swine they called haragars； but our contact with the people of that region was usually limited to the sight of their conical tents in the distance； or some herder standing tall in his saddle and holding aloft his crook in greeting。
Hands and I became reacquainted。 We would share food and a small cook fire in the evenings； and he would regale me with tales of Sevrens's nattering worries of dust getting into silk robes or bugs getting into fur collars and velvet getting chafed to pieces during the long trek。 Grimmer were his plaints about Rowd。 I myself had no fond memories of the man； and Hands found him an oppressive traveling panion； for he seemed to constantly suspect Hands of trying to steal from the packs of Regal's belongings。 One evening Rowd even found his way to our fire； where he laboriously delivered a vague and indirect warning against any who might conspire to steal from his master。 But other than such unpleasantness； our evenings were peaceful。
The fair weather held； and if we sweated by day； it was mild by night。 I slept atop my blanket and seldom bothered with any other shelter。 Each night I checked over the contents of my trunk and did my best to keep the roots from being pletely desiccated； and to keep the shifting from putting wear on the scrolls and tablets。 There was one night I awoke to a loud whinnying from Sooty and thought that the cedar chest had been moved slightly from where I had placed it。 But a brief check of its contents proved all was in order； and when I mentioned it to Hands； he merely asked if I was catching Rowd's disease。
The hamlets and herds we passed frequently provided us with fresh foods and were most generous in their allocation of it； so we had little hardship on the journey。 Open water was not as plentiful as we could have wished as we crossed Farrow； but each day we found some spring or dusty well to water at； so even that was not as bad as it might have been。
I saw very little of Burrich。 He arose earlier than the rest of us and preceded the main caravan； that his charges might have the best grazing and the cleanest water。 I knew he would want his horses in prime condition when they arrived at Jhaampe。 August； too； was almost invisible。 While he was technically in charge of our expedition； he left the running of it to the captain of his honor guard。 I could not decide if he did this out of wisdom or laziness。 In any event； he kept mostly to himself； although he did allow Sevrens to tend him and share his tent and meals。
For me； it was almost a return to a sort of childhood。 My responsibilities were very limited。 Hands was a genial panion； and it took very little encouragement to have him telling from his vast store of tales and gossip。 I often went for almost the whole day before I would recall that at the end of this journey； I would kill a prince。
Such thoughts usually came on me when I awoke in the dark part of the night。 Farrow's sky seemed to be much thicker with stars than the night over Buckkeep； and I would stare up at them and mentally rehearse ways to put an end to Rurisk。 There was another chest； a tiny one； packed carefully within the bag that held my clothing and personal items。 I had packed it with much thought and anxiety。 For this assignment must be carried out perfectly。 It must be done cleanly； with not even the tiniest suspicion raised。 And timing was critical。 The Prince must not die while we were at Jhaampe。 Nothing must cast the slightest shadow upon the nuptials。 Nor must he die before the ceremonies were observed at Buckkeep and the wedding safely consummated； for that might be seen as an ill omen for the couple。 It would not be an easy death to arrange。
Sometimes I wondered why it had been entrusted to me instead of to Chade。 Was it a test of some sort； one that if I failed would see me put to death？ Was Chade too old for this challenge； or too valuable to be risked for this？ Could he simply not be spared from tending Verity's health？ And when I reined my mind away from these questions； I was left wondering whether to use a powder that would irritate Rurisk's damaged lungs so he might cough himself to death。 Perhaps I might treat his pillows and bedding with it。 Should I offer him a pain remedy； one that would slowly addict him and lure him into a sleeping death？ I had a blood…thinning tonic。 If his lungs were chronically bleeding already； it might be enough to send him on his way。 I had one poison； swift and deadly and tasteless as water； if I could devise a way to be sure he would encounter it at a safely distant time。 None of these were thoughts conducive to sleep； and yet the fresh air and the exercise of riding all day were usually sufficient to counter them； and I often awoke eager for the next day of travel。
When we finally sighted Blue Lake； it was like a miracle in the distance。 It had been years since I had been so far from the sea for so long； and I was surprised how wele the sight of water was to me。 Every animal in our baggage train filled my thoughts with the clean scent of water。 The country became greener and more forgiving as we approached the great lake； and we were hard put to keep the horses from overgrazing themselves at night。
Hordes of sailboats plied their merchant trade on Blue Lake； and their sails were colored so as to tell not only what they sold； but what family they sailed for。 The settlements along Blue Lake were built out on pilings into the water。 We were well greeted there； and feasted with freshwater fish； which tasted odd to my sea…trained tongue。 I felt myself quite the traveler； and Hands and I were nearly overwhelmed with our opinions of ourselves when some green…eyed girls from a grain…trading family came giggling to our fireside one night。 They had brought with them small； brightly colored drums； each toned differently； and they played and sang for us until their mothers came scolding to find them and lead them home。 It was a heady experience； and I did not think of Prince Rurisk at all that night。
West and north we traveled now； ferried across Blue Lake on some flat…bottomed barges I trusted not at all。 On the far side； we found ourselves suddenly in forest lands； and the hot days of Farrow became a fond memory。 Our path led us through immense stands of cedar； pricked here and there with groves of white paper birch and seasoned in burned areas with alder and willow。 Our horses' hooves thudded on the black earth of the forest trail； and the sweet smells of the autumn were all around us。 We saw unfamiliar birds； and once I glimpsed a great stag of a color and kind I had never seen before or since。 Night grazing for the horses was not good； and we were glad of the grain we had bought from the lake people。 We lit fires at night； and Hands and I shared a tent。
Our way led steadily uphill now。 We wound our way between the steepest slopes； but we were unmistakably making our way up into the mountains。 One afternoon we met with a deputation from Jhaampe； sent to greet us and guide us on our way。 After that； we seemed to travel faster； and every evening we were entertained with musicians； poets； and jugglers； and feasted with their delicacies。 Every effort was made to wele us and to honor us。 But I found them passing strange and almost frightening in their differences。 Often I was forced to remind myself of what both Burrich and Chade had taught me about the courtesies； while poor Hands withdrew almost totally from these new panions。
Physically； most of them were Chyurda； and were as I had expected them to be： a tall； pale people； light of hair and eye； and som