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y was awake as soon as I was； and together we scraped and slithered out of the den。
There was a high night sky over Buckkeep； with stars shining bright and cold。 The smell of the bay was stronger as if the day smells of men and horses and cooking were temporary things that had to surrender each night to the ocean's power。 We walked down deserted pathways； through exercise yards and past granaries and the winepress。 All was still and silent。 As we drew closer to the inner keep I saw torches still burning and heard voices still raised in talk。 But it all seemed tired somehow； the last vestiges of revelry winding down before dawn came to lighten the skies。 Still； we skirted the inner keep by a wide margin； having had enough of people。
I found myself following Nosy back to the stables。 As we drew near the heavy doors I wondered how we would get in。 But Nosy's tail began to wag wildly as we got closer； and then even my poor nose picked up Burrich's scent in the dark。 He rose from the wooden crate he'd been seated on by the door。 〃There you are；〃 he said soothingly。 〃e along then。 e on。〃 And he stood and opened the heavy doors for us and led us in。
We followed him through darkness； between rows of stalls； past grooms and handlers put up for the night in the stables； and then past our own horses and dogs and the stable boys who slept amongst them； and then to a staircase that climbed the wall that separated the stables from the mews。 We followed Burrich up its creaking wooden treads； and then he opened another door。 Dim yellow light from a guttering candle on a table blinded me temporarily。 We followed Burrich into a slant…roofed chamber that smelled of Burrich and leather and the oils and salves and herbs that were part of Burrich's trade。 He shut the door firmly behind us； and as he came past us to kindle a fresh candle from the nearly spent one on the table； I smelled the sweetness of wine on him。
The light spread； and Burrich seated himself on a wooden chair by the table。 He looked different； dressed in fine thin cloth of brown and yellow； with a bit of silver chain across his jerkin。 He put his hand out； palm up； on his knee and Nosy went to him immediately。 Burrich scratched his hanging ears and then thumped his ribs affectionately； grimacing at the dust that rose from his coat。 〃You're a fine pair； the two of you；〃 he said； speaking more to the pup than to me。 〃Look at you。 Filthy as beggars。 I lied to my king today for you。 First time ever in my life I've done that。 Appears as if Chivalry's fall from grace will take me down as well。 Told him you were washed up and sound asleep； exhausted from your journey。 He was not pleased he would have to wait to see you； but luckily for us； he had weightier things to handle。 Chivalry's abdication has upset a lot of lords。 Some are seeing it as a chance to push for an advantage； and others are disgruntled to be cheated of a king they admired。 Shrewd's trying to calm them all。 He's letting it be noised about that Verity was the one who negotiated with the Chyurda this time。 Those as will believe that shouldn't be allowed to walk about on their own。 But they came； to look at Verity anew； and wonder if and when he'd be their next king； and what kind of a king he would be。 Chivalry's dumping it over and leaving for Withywoods has stirred all the Duchies as if he'd poked a stick in a hive。〃
Burrich lifted his eyes from Nosy's eager face。 〃Well； Fitz。 Guess you got a taste of it today。 Fair scared poor Cob to death； your running off like that。 Now； are you hurt？ Did anyone rough you up？ I should have known there would be those would blame all the stir on you。 e here； then。 e on。〃
When I hesitated； he moved over to a pallet of blankets made up near the fire and patted it invitingly。 〃See。 There's a place here for you； all ready。 And there's bread and meat on the table for both of you。〃
His words made me aware of the covered platter on the table。 Flesh； Nosy's senses confirmed； and I was suddenly full of the smell of the meat。 Burrich laughed at our rush to the table and silently approved how I shared a portion out to Nosy before filling my own jaws。 We ate to repletion； for Burrich had not underestimated how hungry a pup and a boy would be after the day's misadventures。 And then； despite our long nap earlier； the blankets so close to the fire were suddenly immensely inviting。 Bellies full； we curled up with the flames baking our backs and slept。
When we awoke the next day； the sun was well risen and Burrich already gone。 Nosy and I ate the heel of last night's loaf and gnawed the leftover bones clean before we descended from Burrich's quarters。 No one challenged us or appeared to take any notice of us。
Outside； another day of chaos and revelry had begun。 The keep was； if anything； more swollen with people。 Their passage stirred the dust and their mixing voices were an overlay to the shushing of the wind and the more distant muttering of the waves。 Nosy drank it all in； every scent； every sight； every sound。 The doubled sensory impact dizzied me。 As I walked I gathered from snatches of conversation that our arrival had coincided with some spring rite of merriment and gathering。 Chivalry's abdication was still the main topic； but it did not prevent the puppet shows and jugglers from making every corner a stage for their antics。 At least one puppet show had already incorporated Chivalry's fall from grace into its bawdy edy； and I stood anonymous in the crowd and puzzled over dialogue about sowing the neighbor's fields that had the adults roaring with laughter。
But very soon the crowds and the noise became oppressive to both of us； and I let Nosy know I wished to escape it all。 We left the keep； passing out of the thick…walled gate past guards intent upon flirting with the merrymakers as they came and went。 One more boy and dog leaving on the heels of a fishmongering family were nothing to notice。 And with no better distraction in sight； we followed the family as they wound their way down the streets away from the keep and toward the town of Buckkeep。 We dropped farther and farther behind them as new scents demanded that Nosy investigate and then urinate at every corner； until it was just he and I wandering in the city。
Buckkeep then was a windy； raw place。 The streets were steep and crooked； with paving stones that rocked and shifted out of place under the weight of passing carts。 The wind blasted my inland nostrils with the scent of beached kelp and fish guts； while the keening of the gulls and seabirds was an eerie melody above the rhythmic shushing of the waves。 The town clings to the rocky black cliffs much like limpets and barnacles cling to the pilings and quays that venture out into the bay。 The houses were of stone and wood； with the more elaborate wooden ones built higher up the rocky face and cut more deeply into it。
Buckkeep Town was relatively quiet pared with the festivity and crowds up in the keep。 Neither of us had the sense or experience to know the waterfront town was not the best place for a six…year…old and a puppy to wander。 Nosy and I explored eagerly； sniffing our way down Bakers' Street and through a near…deserted market and then along the warehouses and boat sheds that were the lowest level of the town。 Here the water was close； and we walked on wooden piers as often as we did sand and stone。 Business here was going on as usual with little allowance for the carnival atmosphere up in the keep。 Ships must dock and unload as the rising and falling of the tides allow； and those who fish for a living must follow the schedules of the finned creatures； not those of men。
We soon encountered children； some busy at the lesser tasks of their parents' crafts； but some idlers like ourselves。 I fell in easily with them； with little need for introductions or any of the adult pleasantries。 Most of them were older than I； but several were as young or younger。 None of them seemed to think it odd I should be out and about on my own。 I was introduced to all the important sights of the city； including the swollen body of a cow that had washed up at the last tide。 We visited a new fishing boat under con
