rh.theassassinsapprentice-第36章
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〃Well。〃 Verity bent down to dry his legs。 〃Like as not； you're right； boy。 Burrich says you've a way with the hounds； and I won't ignore what you say。 It's just that he seemed so moony； and usually he has a good appetite for anything； but especially for anything from my plate。〃 He seemed abashed； as if caught cooing at an infant。 I didn't know what to say。
〃If that's all； sir； should I be returning to the stables？〃
He glanced at me over his shoulder； puzzled。 〃Seems a bit of a waste of time to me。 Hands will see to your mount； won't he？ You need to bathe and dress if you're to be on time for dinner。 Charim？ Have you water for him？〃
The serving man straightened from arranging Verity's garments on the bed。 〃Right away； sir。 And I'll lay out his clothes as well。〃
In the space of the next hour； my place in the world seemed to shift topsy…turvy。 I had known this was ing。 Both Burrich and Chade had tried to prepare me for it。 But to suddenly go from an insignificant hanger…on at Buckkeep to part of Verity's formal entourage was a bit unnerving。 Everyone else assumed I knew what was going on。
Verity was dressed and out of the room before I was into the tub。 Charim informed me that he had gone to confer with his captain of guards。 I was grateful that Charim was such a gossip。 He did not consider my rank so lofty as to forbear chatting and plaining in front of me。
〃I'll make you up a pallet in here for the night。 I doubt you'll be chill。 Verity said he wanted you housed close by him； and not just to tend the hound。 He has other chores for you as well？〃
Charim paused hopefully。 I covered my silence by ducking my head into the lukewarm water and soaping the sweat and dust from my hair。 I came up for air。
He sighed。 〃I'll lay out your clothes for you。 Leave me those dirty ones。 I'll wash them out for you。〃
It seemed very strange to have someone waiting on me while I washed； and stranger still to have someone supervise my dressing。 Charim insisted on straightening the seams on my jerkin and seeing the oversized sleeves on my new best shirt hung to their fullest and most annoying length。 My hair had regrown long enough to have snarls in it and these he tugged quickly and painfully out。 To a boy accustomed to dressing himself； the primping and inspection seemed endless。
〃Blood will tell；〃 said an awed voice from the entry。 I turned to find Verity beholding me with a mixture of pain and amusement on his face。
〃He's the image of Chivalry at that age； is he not； my lord？〃 Charim sounded immensely pleased with himself。
〃He is。〃 Verity paused to clear his throat。 〃No man can doubt who fathered you； Fitz。 I wonder what my father was thinking when he told me to show you well？ Shrewd he is called and shrewd he is； I wonder what he expects to gain。 Ah； well。〃 He sighed。 〃That is his kind of kingship； and I leave it to him。 Mine is simply to ask a foppish old man why he cannot keep his watchtowers properly manned。 e； boy。 It's time we went down。〃
He turned and left without waiting for me。 As I hastened after him Charim caught at my arm。 〃Three steps behind him and on his left。 Remember。〃 And that is where I fell in behind him。 As he moved down the hallway others of our entourage stepped out from their chambers and followed their prince。 All were decked in their most elaborate finery to maximize this chance to be seen and envied outside of Buckkeep。 The fullness of my sleeves was quite reasonable pared with what some were sporting。 At least my shoes were not hung with tiny chiming bells or gently rattling amber beads。
Verity paused at the top of a stairway； and a hush fell over the folk gathered below。 I looked out over the faces turned up to their prince and had time to read on them every emotion known to mankind。 Some women simpered while others appeared to sneer。 Some young men struck poses that displayed their clothes； others； dressed more simply； straightened as if to be on guard。 I read envy and love； disdain； fear； and on a few faces； hatred。 But Verity gave none of them more than a passing glance before he descended。 The crowd parted before us to reveal Lord Kelvar himself waiting to conduct us into the dining hall。
Kelvar was not what I expected。 Verity had called him foppish； but what I saw was a rapidly aging man； thin and harried； who wore his extravagant clothes as if they were armor against time。 His graying hair was pulled back in a thin tail as if he were still a man…at…arms； and he walked with that peculiar gait of the very good swordsman。
I saw him as Chade had taught me to see folk； and thought I understood him well enough even before we were seated。 But it was after we had taken our places at table （and mine； to my surprise； was not so far down from the high folk） that I got my deepest glance into the man's soul。 And this not by any act of his； but in the bearing of his lady as she arrived to join us。
I doubt if Kelvar's Lady Grace was much more than a hand of years older than I； and she was decked out like a magpie's nest。 Never had I seen accoutrements before that spoke so garishly of expense and so little of taste。 She took her seat in a flurry of flourishes and gestures that reminded me of a courting bird。 Her scent rolled over me like a wave； and it； too； smelled of coin more than flowers。 She had brought a little dog with her； a feist that was all silky hair and big eyes。 She cooed over him as she settled him on her lap； and the little beast cuddled against her and set his chin on the edge of the table。 And all the time her eyes were on Prince Verity； trying to see if he marked her and was impressed。 For my part； I watched Kelvar watch her perform her flirtations for the Prince； and I thought to myself； There is more than half our problems with keeping the watchtowers manned。
Dinner was a trial to me。 I was ravenous； but manners forbade that I show it。 I ate as I had been instructed； picking up my spoon when Verity did； and setting aside a course as soon as he showed disinterest in it。 I longed for a good platter of hot meat with bread to sop up the juices； but what we were offered were tidbits of meat oddly spiced； exotic fruit potes； pale breads； and vegetables cooked to pallor and then seasoned。 It was an impressive display of good food abused in the name of fashionable cooking。 I could see that Verity's appetite was as slack as mine and wondered if all could see that the Prince was not impressed。
Chade had taught me better than I had known。 I was able to nod politely to my dinner panion； a freckled young woman； and follow her conversation about the difficulty of getting good linen fabric in Rippon these days； while letting my ears stray enough to pick up key bits of talk about the table。 None of it was about the business that had brought us here。 Verity and Lord Kelvar would closet themselves tomorrow for the discussion of that。 But much of what I overheard touched on the manning of Watch Island's tower and cast odd lights on it。
I overheard grumblings that the roads were not as well maintained as previously。 Someone mented she was glad to see that repair on Bayguard's fortifications had been resumed。 Another man plained that inland robbers were so mon； he could scarcely count on two thirds of his merchandise ing through from Farrow。 This； too； seemed to be the basis of my dining panion's plaint about the lack of good fabric。 I looked at Lord Kelvar； and how he doted upon his young wife's every gesture。 As if Chade were whispering in my ear； I heard his judgment。 〃There is a duke whose mind is not upon the governing of his Duchy。〃 I suspected Lady Grace was wearing the required road repairs and the wages of those soldiers who would have kept his trade routes policed against brigands。 Perhaps the jewels that dangled from her ears should have gone to pay to man Watch Island's towers。
Dinner finally ended。 My stomach was full； but my hunger unabated； there had been so little substance to the meal。 Afterward； two minstrels and a poet entertained us； but I tuned my ears to the casual talk of folk rather than to the fine phrasings of the poet or the ballads of the
