rh.royalassassin-第71章
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the weavers take over an end of the Great Hall to vie among themselves for the brightest patterns and lightest weave。 The tales told are ones that tell of beginnings of things； and of how things came to be。
I tried to see the King that afternoon。 Despite all that had transpired； I had not forgotten my promise to myself。 Wallace turned me away； saying that King Shrewd felt poorly and was seeing no one。 I longed to hammer on the door and shout for the Fool to make Wallace admit me。 But I did not。 I was not so sure of the Fool's friendship as I had once been。 We'd had no contact since that last mocking song of his。 Thinking of him put me in mind of his words； and when I went back to my room； I once more rooted through Verity's manuscripts。
Reading made me sleepy。 Even the diluted valerian had been a strong dose。 Lethargy took over my limbs。 I pushed the scrolls aside； no wiser than when I had begun。 I pondered other avenues。 Perhaps a public trumpeting at Winterfest that those trained in the Skill； no matter how old or how weak； were being sought？ Would that make targets of any who responded？ I thought again of the obvious candidates。 Those who had trained alongside me。 None of them had any fondness for me； but that did not mean they were not still faithful to Verity。 Tainted perhaps by Galen's attitudes； but could not that be cured？ I ruled August out immediately。 His final experience of the Skill at Jhaampe had burned his abilities out of him。 He had retired quietly to some town on the Vin River； old before his time； it was said。 But there had been others。 Eight of us had survived the training。 Seven of us had e back from the testing。 I had failed it； August had been burned clean of it。 That left five。
Not much of a coterie。 I wondered if they all hated me as much as Serene did。 She blamed me for Galen's death and made no secret of it to me。 Were the others as knowledgeable as to what had happened？ I tried to recall them all。 Justin。 Very taken with himself and too proud of his Skilling。 Carrod。 He had once been a sleepy； likable boy。 The few times I had seen him since he had bee a coterie member； his eyes had seemed almost empty。 As if nothing was left of who he had been。 Burl had let his physical strength run to fat once he could Skill instead of carpenter for a living。 Will had always been unremarkable。 Skilling had not improved him。 Still； they were all proven to have Skill ability。 Could not Verity retrain them？ Perhaps。 But when？ When did he have time for such an undertaking？
Someone es。
I came awake。 I was sprawled facedown on my bed； scrolls tumbled around me。 I hadn't meant to sleep； and seldom slept so deeply。 Had Nighteyes not been using my own senses to watch over me； I would have been taken pletely unaware。 I watched the door of my room ease open。 The fire had burned low and there was little other light in the room。 I had not latched the door； I had not expected to sleep。 I lay very quiet； wondering who came so softly； hoping to take me unawares。 Or was it someone hoping to find my room empty； someone after the scrolls perhaps？ I eased my hand to my belt knife； gathered my muscles for a spring。 A figure came slipping around the door； pushed it quietly shut。 I eased the knife out of its sheath。
It's your female。 Somewhere； Nighteyes yawned and stretched。 His tail gave a lazy wag。 I found myself taking a deep breath through my nose。 Molly； I confirmed to myself with satisfaction as I took in her sweet scent； and then felt an amazing physical quickening。 I lay still； eyes closed； and let her e to the bed。 I heard her softly chiding exclamation； and then the rustling as she gathered up the scattered scrolls and set them safely atop the table。 Hesitantly； she touched my cheek。 〃Newboy？〃
I could not resist the temptation to feign sleep。 She sat beside me and the bed gave sweetly with her warm weight。 She leaned over me； and as I lay perfectly motionless she set her soft mouth atop mine。 I reached out and drew her to me； marveling。 Yesterday； I had been a man seldom touched： the clap of a friend on my shoulder； or the casual jostling of a crowd； or too often lately； hands seeking to throttle me。 That had been the extent of my personal contact。 Then； last night； and now this。 She finished the kiss and then lay beside me； gently arranging herself against me。 I took a deep breath of her scent and kept still； savoring the places where her body touched mine and made warmth。 The sensation was like a soap bubble floating on the wind； I feared even to breathe lest it vanish。
Nice； agreed Nighteyes。 Not so much aloneness here。 More like pack。
I stiffened and pulled slightly away from Molly。
〃Newboy？ What's wrong？〃
Mine。 This is mine； and not a thing to share with you。 Do you understand？
Selfish。 This is not a thing like meat； made more or less by sharing。
〃Just a moment； Molly。 I've cramped a muscle。〃
Which one？ Smirking。
No； it is not like meat。 Meat I would always share with you； and shelter； and always I will e to fight beside you if you need me。 Always I will let you join me in the hunt； and always I will help you hunt。 But this； with my 。。。 female。 This I must have to myself。 Alone。
Nighteyes snorted； scratched at a flea。 You are always marking off lines that do not exist。 The meat； the hunt； the defending of territory； and females 。。。 these are all pack。 When she bears cubs； shall l not hunt to feed them？ Shall I not defend them？
Nighteyes 。。。 I cannot explain this to you just now。 I should have spoken with you earlier。 For now； will you withdraw？ I promise we shall discuss it。 Later。
I waited。 Nothing。 No sense of him at all。 One down； one to go。
〃Newboy？ Are you all right？〃
〃I'm fine。 I just 。。。 need a moment。〃 I think it was the hardest thing I have ever done。 Molly was beside me； suddenly hesitant； on the point of pulling away from me。 I had to concentrate on finding my boundaries； on placing my mind in the middle of myself and setting limits to my thoughts。 I took the breaths and let them out evenly。 Adjusting harness。 That was what it always reminded me of； and the image I always used。 Not loose enough to slip； not tight enough to bind。 Confining myself to my own body； lest I startle Verity awake。
〃I heard the rumors；〃 Molly began； then stopped。 〃I'm sorry。 I should not have e。 I thought perhaps you might need 。。。 but maybe what you need is to be alone。〃
〃No； Molly； please； Molly； e back； e back；〃 and I flung myself across the bed after her and managed to catch the hem of her skirt as she stood。
She turned back to me； still full of uncertainty。
〃You are always exactly what I need。 Always。〃
A smile ghosted across her lips and she sat on the edge of the bed。 〃You seemed so distant。〃
〃I was。 Sometimes I just need to clear my mind。〃 I stopped； uncertain of what else I could say without lying to her。
I was determined to do that no longer。 I reached and took her hand into mine。
〃Oh；〃 she said after a moment。 There was an awkward little pause as I offered no further explanation。 〃Are you all right？〃 she asked carefully after a few more moments had slipped by。
〃I'm fine。 I didn't get in to see the King today。 I tried； but he wasn't feeling well； and…〃
〃Your face is bruised。 And scratched。 There were rumors 。。。。〃
I took a silent breath。 〃Rumors？〃 Verity had enjoined the men to silence。 Burrich wouldn't have spoken； nor Blade。 Perhaps none of them had spoken to anyone who hadn't been there。 But men will always discuss what they have witnessed together； and it wouldn't take much for anyone to overhear them。
〃Don't play cat and mouse with me。 If you don't want to tell me； then say so。〃
〃The King…in…Waiting asked us not to speak of it。 That isn't the same as not wanting to tell you about it。〃
Molly considered a moment。 〃I suppose not。 And I shouldn't listen to gossip； I know。 But the rumors were so strange 。。。 and they brought bodies back to the Keep； for burning。 And there was a strange woman； weeping and weeping in the kitchen today。 She said that Forged ones had stolen
