Assassin's Quest

She lifted her eyes to meet mine. She tried to put faith into her gaze and voice as she said, "Yes, we will." I heard only courage.

We had torn down and moved our camp so often, it no longer took any thought. We moved as a unit, almost as a single creature. Like a coterie, I thought to myself.

Like a pack, Nighteyes corrected me. He came to push his head against my hand. I paused and scratched his ears and throat thoroughly. He closed his eyes and laid back his ears in pleasure. If your mate makes you send me away, I shall miss this greatly.

I won't let that happen.

You believe she will make you choose.

I refuse to think about it just now.

Ah! He fell over on his side, then rolled to his back so I could scratch his belly. He bared his teeth in a wolfish smile. You live in the now and refuse to think of what may come. But I, I find I can think of little else save what may come to be. These times have been good for me, my brother. Living with others, hunting together, sharing meat. But the howling bitch had it aright last night. Cubs are needed to make a pack. And your cub …

I cannot think of that just now. I must think only of what I must do today to survive, and all I must do before I can hope to go home.

"Fitz? Are you all right?"

It was Starling; coming to take me by the elbow and give me a small shake. I looked at her, wakened from my bemusement. The howling bitch. I tried not to grin. "I'm fine. I was with Nighteyes. "

"Oh." She glanced down at the wolf, and I saw her struggle again to grasp just what we shared. Then she shrugged it off. "Ready to leave?"

"If everyone else is."

"They seem to be."

She went to help Kettricken load the final jeppa. I glanced about for the Fool, and saw him sitting silently on top of his pack. His hand rested lightly upon one of the stone dragons and he had a faraway look on his face. I walked up softly behind him. "Are you all right?" I asked quietly.

He did not jump. He never startled. He just turned his pale gaze up to meet mine. The look of his face was a lost yearning with none of his usual sharp wit to it. "Fitz. Have you ever felt you recalled something, but when you groped after it, there was nothing there?"

"Sometimes," I said. "I think it happens to everyone."

"No. This is different," he insisted quietly. "Since I stood on that stone the day before yesterday, and suddenly glimpsed the old world that was here … I keep having odd half-memories. Like him." He stroked the dragon's head gently, a lover's caress to the wedge-shaped reptilian head. "I can almost remember knowing him." He suddenly fixed me with a pleading look. "What did you see, back then?"

I gave a small shrug. "It was like a market plaza, with shops around it, and folk plying their trades. A busy day."

"Did you see me?" he asked very quietly.

"I'm not sure." I suddenly felt very uneasy, speaking about it. "Where you were, there was someone else. She was like you, in a way. No color to her, and behaving, I think, as a jester. You spoke of her crown, carved like rooster heads and tails."

"Did I? Fitz, I can recall little of what I said immediately afterward. I only recall the feeling, and how swiftly it faded. Briefly, I was connected to everything. Part of it all. It was wonderful, like feeling a surge of love or glimpsing something perfectly beautiful or …" He struggled for words.

"The Skill is like that," I told him softly. "What you felt is the pull of it. It is what a Skill user must constantly resist, lest he be swept away on it."

"So that was Skilling," he observed to himself.

"When you first came out of it, you were ecstatic. You said something about somebody's dragon that you were to introduce. It made small sense. Let me think. Realder's dragon. And he had promised to fly you."

"Ah. My dream last night. Realder. That was your name." He caressed the statue's head as he spoke. When he did so, the oddest thing happened. My Wit-sense of the statue surged and Nighteyes came springing to my side, every hackle on his back standing erect. I know the hair on the back of my neck stood up as well, and I recoiled, expecting the statue to suddenly stir to life. The Fool shot us a puzzled glance. "What is it?"

"The statues seem alive to us. To both Nighteyes and me. And when you spoke that name, it almost seemed to stir."