rh.royalassassin-第33章
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etch her horse for her and saddle her。〃
A slight motion of my hand reminded Burrich that his words sounded close to treason。 He stepped into the stall beside me； to scratch behind Sooty's ears pensively as I finished with her。
〃You could do nothing else；〃 I conceded。 〃But I must wonder what his real intent is。 And why she suffers him。〃
〃His intent？ Perhaps just to wriggle his way back into favor with her。 It is no secret that she pines in the castle。 Oh； she is fair…spoken to all。 But there is too much honesty in her for her to make others believe she is happy when she is not。〃
〃Perhaps；〃 I conceded grudgingly。 I lifted my head as suddenly as a dog does when his master whistles。 〃I have to go。 King…in…Waiting Verity 。。。〃 I let the words trail away。 I did not have to let Burrich know I had been summoned by the Skill。 I slung my saddlebags with the arduously copied scrolls inside to my shoulder and headed up to the castle。
I did not pause to change my clothes； or even to warm myself at the kitchen fires； but went straight to Verity's map room。 The door was ajar； and I tapped once and then entered。
Verity leaned over a map secured to his table。 He scarcely glanced up to acknowledge me。 Steaming mulled wine already awaited me； and a generous platter of cold meats and bread stood on a table near the hearth。 After a bit he straightened up。
〃You block too well；〃 Verity said by way of a greeting。 〃I have been trying to get you to hurry for the past three days； and when do you finally know you are Skilled？ When you are standing in my own stables。 I tell you； Fitz； we must find time to teach you some sort of control over your Skill。〃
But I knew even as he spoke that there would never be that time。 Too many other things demanded his attention。 As always； he immediately plunged into his concern。 〃Forged ones；〃 he said。 I felt a chill of foreboding run up my spine。
〃The Red…Ships have struck again？ This deep in winter？〃 I asked incredulously。
〃No。 At least we are still spared that。 But it seems that the Red…Ships can leave us and go home to their hearths； and still leave their poison among us。〃 He paused。 〃Well； go on。 Warm yourself and eat。 You can chew and listen at the same time。〃
As I helped myself to the mulled wine and food； Verity lectured me。 〃It is the same problem as before。 Reports of Forged ones； robbing and despoiling； not just travelers； but isolated farms and houses。 I have investigated； and must give credence to the reports。 Yet the attacks are happening far from the sites of any raids； and in every case the folk claim there are not one or two Forged ones； but groups of them； acting in concert。〃
I considered for a moment； swallowed； then spoke。 〃I don't think Forged ones are capable of acting in bands or even as partners。 When one encounters them； one finds they have no sense of 。。。 munity。 Of shared humanity。 They can speak； and reason； but only selfishly。 They are as wolverines would be if given human tongues。 They care for nothing but their own survival。 They see each other only as rivals for food or fort of any kind。〃 I refilled my mug； grateful for the spreading warmth of the wine。 At least it pushed aside the physical cold。 The chill thought of the bleak isolation of the Forged ones it could not touch。
It was the Wit that had let me discover this about Forged ones。 So deadened were they to all sense of kinship with the world that I could scarcely sense them at all。 The Wit gave me a certain access to that web that bound all creatures together； but the Forged ones were separate from that net； as isolated as stones； as hungry and merciless as an unthinking storm or a river in flood。 To encounter one unexpectedly was as startling to me as if a stone rose up to attack me。
But Verity only nodded thoughtfully。 〃Yet even wolves； animals as they are； attack as a pack。 As do tearfish on a whale。 If these animals can band together to bring down food； why not the Forged ones？〃
I set down the bread I had picked up。 〃Wolves and tearfish do as they do by their nature； and share the flesh with their young。 They do not kill； each for his own meat； but for meat for the pack。 I have seen Forged ones in groups； but they do not act together。 The time I was attacked by more than one Forged one； the only thing that saved me was that I was able to turn them against each other。 I dropped the cloak they desired； and they fought over it。 And when they came after me again； they more got in one another's way than helped one another。〃 I fought to keep my voice steady as the memory of that night rose up in me。 Smithy had died that night； and I had first killed。 〃But they do not fight together。 That is what is beyond the Forged ones； the idea of cooperating so that all might benefit。〃
I looked up to find Verity's dark eyes full of sympathy。 〃I had forgotten that you had had some experience fighting them。 Forgive me。 I don't dismiss it。 There is just so much besieging me lately。〃 His voice dwindled away and he seemed to be listening to something far away。 After a moment he came back to himself。 〃So。 You believe they cannot cooperate。 And yet it seems to be happening。 See； here；〃 and he brushed his hand lightly over a map spread out on his table。 〃I have been marking the places of the plaints； and keeping track of how many are said to be there。 What do you think of this？〃
I went to stand beside him。 Standing next to Verity was now like standing next to a different sort of hearth。 The strength of the Skill radiated from him。 I wondered if he strove to hold it in check； if it always threatened to spill out of him and spread his consciousness over the whole kingdom。
〃The map； Fitz；〃 he recalled me； and I wondered how much he knew of my thoughts。 I forced myself to concentrate on the task at hand。 The map showed Buck； done in wondrous detail。 Shallows and tide flats were marked along the coast； as well as inland landmarks and lesser roads。 It was a map made lovingly； by a man who had walked and ridden and sailed the area。 Verity had used bits of red wax as markers。 I studied them； trying to see what his real concern was。
〃Seven different incidents。〃 He reached to touch his markers。 〃Some within a day's ride of Buckkeep。 But we have had no raids that close； so where would these Forged ones be ing from？ They might be driven away from their home villages； true； but why would they converge upon Buckkeep？〃
〃Perhaps these are desperate people pretending to be Forged ones when they go out to steal from their neighbors？〃
〃Perhaps。 But it is troubling that the incidents are happening closer and closer to Buckkeep。 There are three different groups； from what the victims say。 But each time there is a report of a robbery or a barn broken into or a cow butchered in the field； the group responsible seems to have moved closer to Buckkeep。 I can think of no reason for Forged ones to do such a thing。 And … he halted me as I began to speak … the descriptions of one group match those of another attack； reported over a month ago。 If these are the same Forged ones； they have e a long way in that time。〃
〃It does not seem like Forged ones；〃 I said； and then carefully； I asked； 〃Do you suspect a conspiracy of some kind？〃
Verity snorted bitterly。 〃Of course。 When do I not suspect conspiracies anymore？ But for this； at least； I think I can look further afield than Buckkeep to find the source。〃 He halted abruptly； as if hearing how bluntly he had spoken。 〃Look into it for me； Fitz； will you？ Ride out and about a bit； and listen。 Tell me what they say in the taverns； and tell me what sign you find on the roads。 Gather gossip of other attacks； and keep track of the detail。 Quietly。 Can you do that for me？〃
〃Of course。 But why quietly？ It seems to me that if we alerted folk； we would hear more swiftly of what goes on。〃
〃We would hear more； that's true。 More of rumors； and much more of plaint。 So far these are individual plaints。 I am the only one； I think； who has put together a pattern from them。 I do not want Buckkeep itself up in arms； plaining that the King cannot even protect his capital c
