rh.theassassinsapprentice-第27章
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It was two days later when I was surprised to be told that Fedwren had requested my services for a day or so。 I was surprised even more when he gave me a list of supplies he required from town； and enough silver to buy them； with two extra coppers for myself。 I held my breath； expecting that Burrich or one of my other masters would forbid it； but instead I was told to hurry on my way。 I went out of the gates with a basket on my arm and my brain giddy with sudden freedom。 I counted up the months since I had last been able to slip away from Buckkeep and was shocked to find it had been a year or better。 I immediately planned to renew my old familiarity with the town。 No one had told me when I had to return； and I was confident I could snatch an hour or two to myself and no one the wiser。
The variety of the items on Fedwren's list took me all over the town。 I had no idea what use a scribe had for dried seamaid's hair； or for a peck of forester's nuts。 Perhaps he used them to make his colored inks； I decided； and when I could not find them in the regular shops； I took myself down to the harbor bazaar； where anyone with a blanket and something to sell could declare himself a merchant。 The seaweed I found swiftly enough there； and learned it was a mon ingredient in chowder。 The nuts took longer； for those were something that would have e from inland rather than from the sea； and there were fewer traders who dealt in such things。
But find them I did； alongside baskets of porcupine quills and carved wooden beads and nut cones and pounded bark fabric。 The woman who presided over the blanket was old； and her hair had gone silver rather than white or gray。 She had a strong straight nose and her eyes were on bony shelves over her cheeks。 It was a racial heritage both strange and oddly familiar to me； and a shiver walked down my back when I suddenly knew she was from the mountains。
〃Keppet；〃 said the woman at the next mat as I pleted my purchase。 I glanced at her； thinking she was addressing the woman I had just paid。 But she was staring at me。 〃Keppet；〃 she said； quite insistently； and I wondered what it meant in her language。 It seemed a request for something； but the older woman only stared coldly out into the street； so I shrugged at her younger neighbor apologetically and turned away as I stowed the nuts in my basket。
I hadn't got more than a dozen steps away when I heard her shriek 〃Keppet！〃 yet again。 I looked back to see the two women engaged in a struggle。 The older one gripped the younger one's wrists and the younger one struggled and thrashed and kicked to get free of her。 Around her； other merchants were standing to their feet in alarm and snatching their own merchandise out of harm's way。 I might have turned back to watch had not another more familiar face met my eyes。
〃Nosebleed！〃 I exclaimed。
She turned to face me full； and for an instant I thought I had been mistaken。 A year had passed since I'd last seen her。 How could a person change so much？ The dark hair that used to be in sensible braids behind her ears now fell free past her shoulders。 And she was dressed； not in a jerkin and loose trousers； but in blouse and skirt。 The adult garments put me at a loss for words。 I might have turned aside and pretended I addressed someone else had her dark eyes not challenged me as she asked me coolly； 〃Nosebleed？〃
I stood my ground。 〃Aren't you Molly Nosebleed？〃
She lifted a hand to brush some hair back from her cheek。 〃I'm Molly Chandler。〃 I saw recognition in her eyes； but her voice was chill as she added； 〃I'm not sure that I know you。 Your name； sir？〃
Confused； I reacted without thinking。 I quested toward her； found her nervousness； and was surprised by her fears。 Thought and voice I sought to soothe it。 〃I'm Newboy；〃 I said without hesitation。
Her eyes widened with surprise； and then she laughed at what she construed as a joke。 The barrier she had erected between us burst like a soap bubble； and suddenly I knew her as I had before。 There was the same warm kinship between us that reminded me of nothing so much as Nosy。 All awkwardness disappeared。 A crowd was forming about the struggling women； but we left it behind us as we strolled up the cobbled street。 I admired her skirts； and she calmly informed me that she had been wearing skirts for several months now and that she quite preferred them to trousers。 This one had been her mother's； she was told that one simply couldn't get wool woven this fine anymore； or a red as bright as it was dyed。 She admired my clothes； and I suddenly realized that perhaps I appeared to her as different as she to me。 I had my best shirt on； my trousers had been washed only a few days ago； and I wore boots as fine as any man…at…arms； despite Burrich's objections about how rapidly I outgrew them。 She asked my business and I told her I was on errands for the writing master at the keep。 I told her； too； that he was in need of two beeswax tapers； a total fabrication on my part； but one that allowed me to remain by her side as we strolled up the winding street。 Our elbows bumped panionably and she talked。 She was carrying a basket of her own on her arm。 It had several packets and bundles of herbs in it； for scenting candles； she told me。 Beeswax took the scent much better than tallow； in her opinion。 She made the best scented candles in Buckkeep； even the two other chandlers in town admitted it。 This； smell this； this was lavender； wasn't it lovely？ Her mother's favorite； and hers； too。 This was crushsweet； and this beebalm。 This was thresher's root； not her favorite； no； but some said it made a good candle to cure headaches and winter glooms。 Mavis Threadsnip had told her that Molly's mother had mixed it with other herbs and made a wonderful candle； one that would calm even a colicky baby。 So Molly had decided to try； by experimenting； to see if she could find the right herbs and re…create her mother's recipe。
Her calm flaunting of her knowledge and skills left me burning to distinguish myself in her eyes。 〃I know the thresher's root；〃 I told her。 〃Some use it to make an ointment for sore shoulders and backs。 That's where the name es from。 But if you distill a tincture from it and mix it well in wine； it's never tasted； and it will make a grown man sleep a day and a night and a day again； or make a child die in his sleep。〃
Her eyes widened as I spoke； and at my last words a look of horror came over her face。 I fell silent and felt the sharp awkwardness again。 〃How do you know such things？〃 she demanded breathlessly。
〃I 。。。 I heard an old traveling midwife talking to our midwife up to the keep；〃 I improvised。 〃It was 。。。 a sad story she told； of an injured man given some to help him rest； but his baby got into it as well。 A very； very sad story。〃 Her face was softening and I felt her warming toward me again。 〃I only tell it to be sure you are careful of the root。 Don't leave it about where any child can get at it。〃
〃Thank you。 I shan't。 Are you interested in herbs and roots？ I didn't know a scribe cared about such things。〃
I suddenly realized that she thought I was the scribe's help boy。 I didn't see any reason to tell her otherwise。 〃Oh； Fedwren uses many things； for his dyes and inks。 Some copies he makes quite plain； but others are fancy； all done with birds and cats and turtles and fish。 He showed me an herbal with the greens and flowers of each herb done as the border for the page。〃
〃That I should dearly love to see；〃 she said in a heartfelt way； and I instantly began thinking of ways to purloin it for a few days。
〃I might be able to get you a copy to read 。。。 not to keep； but to study for a few days；〃 I offered hesitantly。
She laughed； but there was a slight edge in it。 〃As if I could read！ Oh； but I imagine you've picked up some letters； running about for the scribe's errands。〃
〃A few；〃 I told her； and was surprised at the envy in her eyes when I showed her my list and confessed I could read all seven words on it。
A sudden shyness came over her。 She walked more slowly； and I realized we were getting close to the chandlery。 I wondered if her fathe
