rh.theassassinsapprentice-第12章
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to anyone； that I heard。 But again； in looking back； I cannot imagine to whom he could have made plaint。 Locked into loneliness were we two； and looking at one another every evening； we each saw the one we blamed for it。
Yet all things must pass； but especially time； and with the months and then the years； I came slowly to have a place in the scheme of things。 I fetched for Burrich； bringing before he had thought to ask for it； and tidied up after his ministrations to the beasts； and saw to clean water for the hawks and picked ticks off dogs e home from the hunt。 Folk got used to seeing me and no longer stared。 Some seemed not to see me at all。 Gradually Burrich relaxed his watch on me。 I came and went more freely； but still took care that he should not know of my sojourns into town。
There were other children within the keep； many about my own age。 Some were even related to me； second cousins or third。 Yet I never formed any real bonds with any of them。 The younger ones were kept by their mothers or caretakers； the older ones had their own tasks and chores to occupy them。 Most were not cruel to me； I was simply outside their circles。 So； although I might not see Dirk or Kerry or Molly for months； they remained my closest friends。 In my explorations of the keep； and on winter evenings when all gathered in the Great Hall for minstrels； or puppet shows or indoor games； I swiftly learned where I was wele and where I was not。
I kept myself out of the Queen's view； for whenever she saw me； she would always find some fault with my behavior and have Burrich reproached with it。 Regal； too； was a source of danger。 He had most of his man's growth； but did not scruple to shove me out of his path or walk casually through whatever I had found to play with。 He was capable of a pettiness and vindictiveness that I never encountered in Verity。 Not that Verity ever took time with me； but our chance encounters were never unpleasant。 If he noticed me； he would tousle my hair； or offer me a penny。 Once a servant brought to Burrich's quarters some little wooden toys； soldiers and horses and a cart； their paint much worn； with a message that Verity had found them in a corner of his clothing chest and thought I might enjoy them。 I cannot think of any other possession I ever valued more。
Cob in the stables was another danger zone。 If Burrich were about； he spoke me fair and treated me evenly； but had small use for me at other times。 He gave me to understand he did not want me about and underfoot where he was working。 I found out eventually that he was jealous of me and felt my care had replaced the interest Burrich had once taken in him。 He was never overtly cruel； he never struck me or scolded me unfairly。 But I could sense his distaste for me； and avoided him。
All the men…at…arms showed a great tolerance for me。 After the street children of Buckkeep Town； they were probably the closest I had to friends。 But no matter how tolerant men may be of a boy of nine or ten； there is precious little in mon。 I watched their bone games and listened to their stories； but for every hour I spent among their pany； there were days when I did not go among them at all。 And while Burrich never forbade me the guardroom； he did not conceal that he disapproved of the time I spent there。
So I was and was not a member of the keep munity。 I avoided some and I observed some and I obeyed some。 But with none did I feel a bond。
Then one morning； when I was still a bit shy of my tenth year； I was at play under the tables in the Great Hall； tumbling and teasing with the puppies。 It was quite early in the day。 There had been an occasion of some sort the day before； and the feasting had lasted the whole day and well into the night。 Burrich had drunk himself senseless。 Almost everyone； noble or servants； was still abed； and the kitchen had not yielded up much to my hungry venturing that morning。 But the tables in the Great Hall were a trove of broken pastries and dishes of meat。 There were bowls of apples as well； slabs of cheese； in short； all a boy could wish for plundering。 The great dogs had taken the best bones and retreated to their own corners of the hall； leaving various pups to scrabble for the smaller bits。 I had taken a rather large meat pasty under the table and was sharing it out with my chosen favorites among the pups。 Ever since Nosy； I had taken care that Burrich should not see me to have too great an affinity with any one puppy。 I still did not understand why he objected to my closeness to a hound； but I would not risk the life of a puppy to dispute it with him。 So I was alternating bites with three whelps when I heard slow footsteps threshing across the reed…strewn floor。 Two men were speaking； discussing something in low tones。
I thought it was the kitchen servants； e to clear away。 I scrabbled from beneath the table to snare a few more choice leavings before they were gone。
But it was no servant who startled at my sudden appearance but the old King； my grandfather himself。 A scant step behind him； at his elbow； was Regal。 His bleary eyes and rumpled doublet attested to his participation in last night's revelries。 The King's new fool； but recently acquired； pattered after them； pale eyes agoggle in an eggshell face。 He was so strange a creature； with his pasty skin and motley all of blacks and whites； that I scarce dared to look at him。 In contrast； King Shrewd was clear of eye； his beard and hair freshly groomed； and his clothing immaculate。 For an instant he was surprised； and then remarked； 〃You see； Regal； it is as I was telling you。 An opportunity presents itself； and someone seizes it； often someone young； or someone driven by the energies and hungers of youth。 Royalty has no leisure to ignore such opportunities； or to let them be created for others。〃
The King continued his stroll past me； extolling on his theme while Regal gave me a baleful look from bloodshot eyes。 A flap of his hand indicated that I should disappear myself。 I indicated my understanding with a quick nod； but darted first to the table。 I stuffed two apples into my jerkin and took up a mostly whole gooseberry tart when the King suddenly rounded and gestured at me。 His fool mimed an imitation。 I froze where I stood。
〃Look at him；〃 the old King manded。
Regal glared at me； but I dared not move。
〃What will you make of him？〃
Regal looked perplexed。 〃Him？ It's the Fitz。 Chivalry's bastard。 Sneaking and thieving as always。〃
〃Fool。〃 King Shrewd smiled； but his eyes remained flinty。 The Fool； thinking himself addressed； smiled sweetly。 〃Are your ears stopped with wax？ Do you hear nothing I say？ I asked you； not 'what do you make of him？' but 'what will you make of him？' There he stands； young； strong； and resourceful。 His lines are every bit as royal as yours； for all that he was born on the wrong side of the sheets。 So what will you make of him？ A tool？ A weapon？ A rade？ An enemy？ Or will you leave him lying about； for someone else to take up and use against you？〃
Regal squinted at me； then glanced past me and； finding no one else in the hall； returned his puzzled gaze to me。 At my ankle； a pup whined a reminder that earlier we had been sharing。 I warned him to hush。
〃The bastard？ He's only a child。〃
The old King sighed。 〃Today。 This morning and now he is a child。 When next you turn around he will be a youth； or worse； a man； and then it will be too late for you to make anything of him。 But take him now； Regal； and shape him； and a decade hence you will mand his loyalty。 Instead of a discontented bastard who may be persuaded to bee a pretender to the throne； he will be a henchman； united to the family by spirit as well as blood。 A bastard； Regal； is a unique thing。 Put a signet ring on his hand and send him forth； and you have created a diplomat no foreign ruler will dare to turn away。 He may safely be sent where a prince of the blood may not be risked。 Imagine the uses for one who is and yet is not of the royal bloodline。 Hostage exchanges。 Marital alliances。 Quiet work。 The diplomacy of the knife。〃
Regal's eyes grew round at the King's last words。 For a paus
