Royal Assassin

"She scarcely had a choice, sir. Would it have been better for her to die? As to what folk will think ... well. The soldiers who first found us thought her plucky. And capable. Not bad qualities for a Queen, sir. The women, especially, in your guard spoke warmly of her as we returned. They see her as their queen now, much more than if she were a weeping, quailing thing. They will follow her without question. In times like these, perhaps a Queen with a knife will give us more heart than a woman who drapes herself in jewels and hides behind walls."

"Perhaps," Verity said quietly. I sensed he did not agree, "But now all shall know, most vividly, of the Forged ones who are gathering about Buckkeep."

"They shall know, too, that a determined person can defend herself from them. And from the talk of your guard as we came back, I think there shall be far fewer Forged ones a week hence."

"I know that. Some will be slaying their own kin. Forged or not, it is Six Duchies blood we are shedding. I had sought to avoid having my guard kill my own people."

A small silence fell between us as we both reflected he had not scrupled to set me to that same task. Assassin. That was the word for what I was. I had no honor to preserve, I realized.

"Not true, Fitz." He answered my thought. "You preserve my honor. And I honor you for that, for doing what must be done. The ugly work, the hidden work. Do not be shamed that you work to preserve the Six Duchies. Do not think I do not appreciate such work simply because it must remain secret. Tonight, you saved my queen. I do not forget that either."

"She needed little saving, sir. I believe that even alone, she would have survived."

"Well. We won't wonder about that." He paused, then said awkwardly, "I must reward you, you know."

When I opened my mouth to protest, he held up a forbidding hand. "I know you require nothing. I know, too, that there is already so much between us that nothing I could give you would be sufficient for my gratitude. But most folk know nothing of that. Will you have it said in Buckkeep Town that you saved the Queen's life, and the King-in-Waiting acknowledged you not at all? But I am at a loss to know what to gift you with ... it should be something visible, and you must carry it about with you for a while. That much I know of statecraft, at least. A sword? Something better than that piece of iron you were carrying tonight?"

"It's an old blade Hod told me to take to practice with," I defended myself. "It works."

"Obviously. I shall have her select a better one for you, and do a bit of fancywork on the hilt and scabbard. Would that do it?"

"I think so," I said awkwardly.

"Well. Let's back to bed, shall we? And I shall be able to sleep now, won't I?" There was no mistaking the amusement in his voice now. My cheeks burned anew.

"Sir. I have to ask...." I fumbled the hard words out. "Do you know who I was dreaming about?"

He shook his head slowly. "Do not fear you have compromised her honor. I know only that she wears blue skirts, but you see them as red. And that you love her with an ardency that is appropriate to youth. Do not struggle to stop loving her. Only to stop Skilling it about at night. I am not the only one open to such Skilling, though I believe I am the only one who would recognize your signature on the dream so plain. Still, be cautious. Galen's coterie is not without Skill, even if they use it clumsily and with little strength. A man can be undone when his enemies learn what is dearest to him from his Skill dreams. Keep your guard up." He gave an inadvertent chuckle. "And hope your Lady Red-Skirts has no Skill in her blood, for if she does at all, she must have heard you all these many nights."

And having put that unsettling thought into my head, he dismissed me back to my chambers and bed. I did not sleep again that night.

CHAPTER EIGHT. The Queen Awakes

Oh, some folk ride to the wild-boar hunt

Or for elk they nock their arrows

But my love rode with the Vixen Queen

To lay to rest our sorrows.

She did not dream of fame that day

Nor fear what pain might find her.

She rode to heal her people's hearts

And my love rode behind her.

-"The Vixen Queen's Hunt"