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Nighteyes snorted, scratched at a flea. You are always marking off lines that do not exist. The meat, the hunt, the defending of territory, and females ... these are all pack. When she bears cubs, shall l not hunt to feed them? Shall I not defend them?

Nighteyes ... I cannot explain this to you just now. I should have spoken with you earlier. For now, will you withdraw? I promise we shall discuss it. Later.

I waited. Nothing. No sense of him at all. One down, one to go.

"Newboy? Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I just ... need a moment." I think it was the hardest thing I have ever done. Molly was beside me, suddenly hesitant, on the point of pulling away from me. I had to concentrate on finding my boundaries, on placing my mind in the middle of myself and setting limits to my thoughts. I took the breaths and let them out evenly. Adjusting harness. That was what it always reminded me of, and the image I always used. Not loose enough to slip, not tight enough to bind. Confining myself to my own body, lest I startle Verity awake.

"I heard the rumors," Molly began, then stopped. "I'm sorry. I should not have come. I thought perhaps you might need ... but maybe what you need is to be alone."

"No, Molly, please, Molly, come back, come back," and I flung myself across the bed after her and managed to catch the hem of her skirt as she stood.

She turned back to me, still full of uncertainty.

"You are always exactly what I need. Always."

A smile ghosted across her lips and she sat on the edge of the bed. "You seemed so distant."

"I was. Sometimes I just need to clear my mind." I stopped, uncertain of what else I could say without lying to her.

I was determined to do that no longer. I reached and took her hand into mine.

"Oh," she said after a moment. There was an awkward little pause as I offered no further explanation. "Are you all right?" she asked carefully after a few more moments had slipped by.

"I'm fine. I didn't get in to see the King today. I tried, but he wasn't feeling well, and-"

"Your face is bruised. And scratched. There were rumors ...."

I took a silent breath. "Rumors?" Verity had enjoined the men to silence. Burrich wouldn't have spoken, nor Blade. Perhaps none of them had spoken to anyone who hadn't been there. But men will always discuss what they have witnessed together, and it wouldn't take much for anyone to overhear them.

"Don't play cat and mouse with me. If you don't want to tell me, then say so."

"The King-in-Waiting asked us not to speak of it. That isn't the same as not wanting to tell you about it."

Molly considered a moment. "I suppose not. And I shouldn't listen to gossip, I know. But the rumors were so strange ... and they brought bodies back to the Keep, for burning. And there was a strange woman, weeping and weeping in the kitchen today. She said that Forged ones had stolen and killed her child. And someone said you had fought them to try and get the baby back, and another said, no, that you'd come upon them just as a bear attacked them. Or something. The rumors were so confusing. Someone said you had killed them all, and then someone who had helped burn the bodies said that at least two of them had been mauled by an animal of some kind." She fell silent and looked at me. I didn't want to think about any of it. I didn't want to lie to her, nor even to tell her the truth. I couldn't tell anyone the complete truth. So I just looked into her eyes and wished that things were simpler for us.

"FitzChivalry?"

I would never get used to hearing that name from her. I sighed. "The King asked us not to speak of it. But ... yes, a child was killed by Forged ones. And I was there, too late. It was the ugliest, saddest thing I have ever witnessed."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. It's just so hard, not knowing."

"I know.." I reached out to touch her hair. She leaned her head against my hand. "I told you once that I had dreamed of you, at Siltbay. I journeyed from the Mountain Kingdom, all the way back to Buckkeep, not knowing if you had survived. Sometimes I thought the burning house had fallen on the cellar; other times, I thought the woman with the sword had finished you ...."

Molly looked at me levelly. "When the house fell, a great wind of sparks and smoke whooshed toward us. It blinded her, but my back was to it. I ... I killed her with the ax." She suddenly started to tremble. "I told no one of it. No one. How did you know?"

"I dreamed it." I pulled gently at her hand and she came down on the bed beside me. I put my arms around her, and felt her trembling still. "I have true dreams, sometimes. Not often," I told her quietly.

She drew back a little from me. Her eyes searched my face. "You would not lie to me about this, Newboy?"

The question hurt, but I deserved it. "No. This is not a lie. I promise you that. And I promise that I shall never lie-"

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