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o ignite us to defend ourselves。 One man； with his eyes afar； as we squabbled and plotted and bickered in the rooms below him。 It was useless。 We were doomed to fail。
The tide of despair swept over me and threatened to pull me down。 It swirled around me； but suddenly； in the middle of it； I found a place to stand。 A place where the very uselessness of it was funny。 Horribly funny。 Four little warships； not quite finished； with untrained crews。 Watchtowers and fire signals to call the inept defenders forth to the slaughter。 Burrich with his ax； and me standing in the cold。 Verity staring out the window； while below； Regal fed his own father drugs。 In the hopes of stealing his mind； and inheriting the whole mess； I didn't doubt。 It was all so totally useless。 And so unthinkable to give it up。 A laughter welled up from inside me； and I could not contain it。 I stood leaning on my ax； and laughed as if the world were the funniest thing I'd ever seen； while Burrich and Verity both stared at me。 A very faint answering smile crooked the corners of Verity's mouth； a light in his eyes shared my madness。
〃Boy？ Are you all right？〃 Burrich asked me。
〃I'm fine。 I'm absolutely fine；〃 I told them both when my waves of laughter had subsided。
I pulled myself up to stand straight。 I shook my head； and I swear I almost felt my brain settle。 〃Verity；〃 I said； and embraced his consciousness to mine。 It was easy； it had always been easy； but before； I had believed there was something to lose by doing it。 We did not meld into one person； but instead fit together like bowls stacked in a cupboard。 He rode me fortably； like a well…loaded pack。 I took a breath and lifted my ax。 〃Again；〃 I said to Burrich。
As he came at me I no longer allowed him to be Burrich。 He was a man with an ax； e to kill Verity； and before I could stop my momentum； I had laid him out on the floor。 He rose； shaking his head； and I saw a touch of anger in his face。 Again we came together； and again I made a telling touch。 〃Third time；〃 he told me； and his battle smile lit up his weathered face。 We came together again with a jolt in the joy of struggle； and I overmatched him cleanly。
Twice more we clashed before Burrich suddenly stepped back from one of my blows。 He lowered his ax to the floor and stood； hunkered slightly forward until his breath came easy again。 Then he straightened and looked at Verity。 〃He's got it；〃 he said huskily。 〃He's caught the knack of it now。 Not that he's fully honed yet。 Drill will make him sharper； but you've made a wise choice for him。 The ax is his weapon。〃
Verity nodded slowly。 〃And he is mine。〃
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Verity's Ships
IN THE THIRD summer of the Red…Ship War； the Six Duchies warships were blooded。 Although they numbered only four； they represented an important change in tactics to defending our realm。 Our encounters that spring with the Red…Ships swiftly taught us that we had forgotten much of being warriors。 The Raiders were right； we had bee a race of farmers。 But we were farmers who had determined to take a stand and fight。 We quickly found the Raiders to be resourceful and savage fighters。 This was true to the extent that none of them ever surrendered or were taken alive。 That； perhaps； should have been our first clue as to the nature of Forging and what we actually battled； but at the time it was too subtle a hint； and we were too busy surviving to wonder at it。
The rest of that winter passed as swiftly as the first half had dragged。 The separate parts of my life became like beads and I the string that ran through them all。 I believe if I had ever paused to consider the intricacy of all I did to keep those parts separate； I would have found it impossible。 But I was young then； much younger than I suspected； and somehow I found the energy and time to do and be it all。
My day began before dawn； with a session with Verity。 At least twice a week Burrich and his axes were included。 But most often it was Verity and I alone。 He worked on my Skill sense； but not as Galen had。 He had specific tasks in mind for me； and these were what he trained me in。 I learned to see through his eyes； and to give him the use of mine。 I practiced being aware of the subtle way he would steer my attention； and in keeping up a constant mental mentary that kept him informed of all that was going on around us。 This involved me leaving the tower； and carrying his presence about with me like a hawk on my wrist as I went about my other daily tasks。 At first a few hours were as long as I could sustain the Skill bond； but as time went on I managed to share my mind with him for days at a time。 The bond did weaken with the passing of time； however。 It was not a true Skilling from me to Verity； but a touch…imposed bond that had to be renewed。 It still gave me a sense of acplishment to be able to do at least this much。
I put in a fair share of time in the Queen's Garden； moving and then shifting again benches and statuary and pots； until Kettricken was finally satisfied with the arrangements there。 For those hours I always made sure Verity was with me。 I hoped it would do him good to see his queen as others saw her； especially when she was caught up in the enthusiasm of her snowy garden spot。 Glowing pink…cheeked and gold…haired； wind kissed and lively： this was how I showed her to him。 He heard her speak freely of the pleasure she hoped this garden would bring him。 Was this a betrayal of Kettricken's confidences to me？ I pushed such uneasiness firmly away。 I took him with me when I paid my duties to Patience and Lacey。
I also tried to carry Verity out and among the folk more。 Since he had begun his heavy Skill duties； he was seldom among the mon folk he had once so enjoyed。 I took him to the kitchen； and the watch room； to the stables； and down to the taverns in Buckkeep Town。 For his part； he steered me to the boat sheds； where I watched the final work being done on his ships。 Later I frequently visited the dock where the ships were tied； to talk to the crews as they got to know their vessels。 I made him aware of the grumbling of the men who thought it treasonous that some Outislander refugees had been allowed to bee crew members of our defense vessels。 It was plain to any eye that these men were experienced in the handling of sleek raiding vessels and were making our ships more effective with their expertise。 Plain； too； that many of the Six Duchies men resented and distrusted the handful of immigrants among them。 I was not sure if Verity's decision to use them had been wise。 However； I said nothing of my own doubts； but only showed him the mutterings of other men。
He was with me； too； the times when I called upon Shrewd。 I learned to make my visits in late morning or early afternoon。 Wallace seldom admitted me easily； and it always seemed there were others in the room； serving maids I did not know； a workman ostensibly repairing a door； when I went to visit。 I hoped impatiently for a chance to talk with him privately about my marriage ambitions。 The Fool was there always； and kept his word not to show friendship to me before other eyes。 His mockery was sharp and stinging； and even though I knew its purpose； he still could manage to fluster or irritate me。 The only satisfaction I could take was in the changes I saw in the room。 Someone had tattled to Mistress Hasty about the state of the King's chamber。
In the midst of the Winterfest activities； such a troop of housemaids and serving boys flocked to the room that it brought the festivities to the King。 Mistress Hasty； fists on hips； stood at the center of the room and oversaw it all； all the while berating Wallace for ever letting things reach such a state。 Evidently he had been assuring her that he had been personally seeing to the tidying and laundering in an effort to keep the King from being disturbed。 I spent one very merry afternoon there； for the activity awoke Shrewd； and soon he seemed almost his old self。 He hushed Mistress Hasty when she berated her own folk for laxness； and instead exchanged banter with them as floors were scrubbed； fresh reeds strewn； and the furniture rubbed
