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〃Or flies to carrion；〃 I added sourly。
〃The ones to fascination； the others to feed；〃 Verity mused。 〃I wish I knew which it is that draws the Forged ones to me。 Perhaps another thing entirely。〃
〃Why do you think you must know why they e？ Do； you think you are their target？〃
〃I do not know。 But if I find out； I may understand my enemy。 I do not think it chance that all the Forged ones make their way to Buckkeep。 I think they move against me； Fitz。 Perhaps not of their own will； but it is still a move against me。 I need to understand why。〃
〃To understand them； you must bee them。〃
〃Oh。〃 He looked less than amused。 〃Now who sounds like the Fool？〃
The question made me uneasy and I let it slip by me。 〃My prince； when the Fool mocked me the other day 。。。〃 I hesitated； still stung by the memory。 I had always believed the Fool to be my friend。 I tried to push the emotion aside。 〃He put ideas in my mind。 In his teasing way。 He said； if I understand his riddles aright； that I should be seeking for others who are Skilled。 Men and women from your father's generation； trained by Solicity before Galen became Skill Master。 And he seemed also to say that I should be finding out more about the Elderlings。 How are they summoned； what can they do？ What are they？〃
Verity leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers over his chest。 〃Either of those quests might be enough for a dozen men。 And yet； neither is even sufficient for one； for the answers to either question are so scarce。 To the first； yes； there should yet be Skilled ones amongst us； folk older than my father even； trained for the old wars against the Outislanders。 It would not have been mon folk knowledge as to who was trained。 Training was done privately； and even those in a coterie might know of few outside their own circle。 Still； there should have been records。 I am sure there were； at one time。 But what has bee of them； no one can say。 I imagine that they were passed from Solicity down to Galen。 But they were not found in his room or among his things after he 。。。 died。〃
It was Verity's turn to pause。 We both knew how Galen had died； in a sense had both been there； though we had never spoken much of it。 Galen had died a traitor； in the act of trying to Skill…tap Verity's strength and drain it off and kill him。 Instead； Verity had borrowed my strength to aid him in draining Galen。 It was not a thing either of us enjoyed recalling。 But I spoke boldly； trying to keep all emotion from my voice。
〃Do you think Regal would know where such records are？〃
〃If he does； he has said nothing of it。〃 Verity's voice was as flat as my own； putting an end to that topic。 〃But I have had some small success in uncovering a few Skilled ones。 The names； at least。 In every case； those I have managed to discover have either already died or cannot be located now。〃
〃Um。〃 I recalled hearing something of this from Chade some time ago。 〃How did you discover their names？〃
〃Some my father could recall。 The members of the last coterie； who served King Bounty。 Others I knew vaguely； when I was very small。 A few others I discovered by talking to some of the very old folk in the Keep； asking them to recall what rumors they could of who might have been trained in the Skill。 Though of course I did not ask in so many words。 I did not； and still do not； wish my quest to be known。〃
〃May I ask why？〃
He frowned and nodded toward his maps。 〃I am not as brilliant as your father was； my boy。 Chivalry could make leaps of intuition that seemed nothing short of magical。 What I discover are patterns。 Does it seem likely to you that every Skilled one I can discover should be either dead； or unfindable？ It seems to me that if I find one； and his name is known as a Skilled one； it might not be healthy for him。〃
For a time we sat in silence。 He was letting me e to my own conclusions。 I was wise enough not to voice them aloud。 〃And Elderlings？〃 I asked at last。
〃A different sort of riddle。 At the time they were written about； all knew what they were。 So I surmise。 It would be the same if you went to find a scroll that explained exactly what a horse was。 You would find many passing mentions of them； and a few that related directly to shoeing one； or to one stallion's bloodline。 But who amongst us would see the need to devote the labor and time to writing out exactly what a horse is？〃
〃I see。〃
〃So； again； it is a sifting out of detail。 I have not had the time required to devote myself to such a task。〃 For a moment he sat looking at me。 Then he opened a little stone box on his desk and took out a key。 〃There is a cabinet in my bedchamber；〃 he said slowly。 〃I have gathered there what scrolls I could find that made even a passing mention of the Elderlings。 There are also some related to the Skill。 I give you leave to pore through them。 Ask Fedwren for good paper； and keep notes of what you discover。 Look for patterns among those notes。 And bring them to me； every month or so。〃
I took the little brass key in my hand。 It weighed strangely heavy； as if attached to the task the Fool had suggested and Verity had confirmed。 Look for patterns； Verity had suggested。 I suddenly saw one； a web woven from me to the Fool to Verity and back again。 Like Verity's other patterns； it did not seem to be an accident。 I wondered who had originated the pattern。 I glanced at Verity； but his thoughts had gone afar。 I rose quietly to go。
As I touched the door he spoke to me。 〃e to me。 Very early tomorrow morning。 To my tower。〃
〃Sir？〃
〃Perhaps we may yet discover another Skilled one； unsuspected in our midst。〃
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tasks
PERHAPS THE MOST devastating part of our war with the Red…Ships was the sense of helplessness that overpowered us。 It was as if a terrible paralysis lay over the land and its rulers。 The tactics of the Raiders were so inprehensible that for the first year we stood still as if dazed。 The second year of raiding； we tried to defend ourselves。 But our skills were rusty； for too long they had been employed only against the chance Raiders； the opportunistic or the desperate。 Against organized pirates who had studied our seacoasts； our watchtower positions； our tides and currents； we were like children。 Only Prince Verity's Skilling provided any protection for us。 How many ships he turned aside； how many navigators he muddled or pilots he confused； we will never know。 Because his people could not grasp what he did for them； it was as if the Farseers did nothing。 Folks saw only the raids that were successful； never the ships that went onto the rocks or sailed too far south during a storm。 The people lost heart。 The Inland Duchies bridled at taxes to protect a coastline they didn't share； the Coastal Duchies labored under taxes that seemed to make no difference。 So if the enthusiasm for Verity's warships was a fickle thing； rising and falling with the folk's current assessment of him； we cannot really blame the people。 It seemed the longest winter of my life。
I went from Verity's study to Queen Kettricken's apartments。 I knocked and was admitted by the same little page girl as previously。 With her merry little face and dark curly hair； Rosemary reminded me of some pool sprite。 Within； the atmosphere of the room seemed subdued。 Several of Kettricken's women were there； and they all sat on stools around a frame holding a white linen cloth。 They were doing edgework on it； flowers and greenery done in bright threads。 I had witnessed similar projects in Mistress Hasty's apartments。 Usually these activities seemed merry； with tongues wagging and friendly banter； needles flashing as they dragged their tails of bright thread through the heavy cloth。 But here； it was near silent。 The women worked with their heads bent； diligently； skillfully； but without gay talk。 Scented candles； pink and green； burned in each corner of the room。 Their subtle fragrances mingled scents over the frame。
Kettricken presided over the work； her own hands as busy as any。 She seemed the source of the stillness。 Her face was posed； even pea
