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t。　I　took　a　chair　at　the　small　table　in　his　room；　and　without　asking　me　if　I　were　hungry；　he　served　me　food　with　his　own　hand　and　sat　down　across　from　me　to　eat　himself。　The　gesture　was　not　lost　on　me；　but　even　so　I　could　not　bring　myself　to　eat　much。　He　spoke　only　of　the　food；　and　said　nothing　of　bargains　or　loyalty　or　keeping　one's　word。　When　he　saw　I　had　finished　eating；　he　pushed　his　own　plate　away。　He　shifted　unfortably。
　　　　　　　〃It　was　my　idea；〃　he　said　suddenly；　almost　harshly。　〃Not　his。　He　never　approved　of　it。　I　insisted。　When　you're　older；　you'll　understand。　I　can　take　no　chances；　not　on　anyone。　But　I　promised　him　that　you'd　know　this　right　from　me。　It　was　all　my　own　idea；　never　his。　And　I　will　never　ask　him　to　try　your　mettle　in　such　a　way　again。　On　that　you　have　a　king's　word。〃
　　　　　　　He　made　a　motion　that　dismissed　me。　And　I　rose；　but　as　I　did　so　I　took　from　his　tray　a　little　silver　knife；　all　engraved；　that　he　had　been　using　to　cut　fruit　with。　I　looked　him　in　the　eyes　as　I　did　so；　and　quite　openly　slipped　it　up　my　sleeve。　King　Shrewd's　eyes　widened；　but　he　said　not　a　word。
　　　　　　　Two　nights　later；　when　Chade　summoned　me；　our　lessons　resumed　as　if　there　had　never　been　a　pause。　He　talked；　I　listened；　I　played　his　stone　game　and　never　made　an　error。　He　gave　me　an　assignment；　and　we　made　small　jokes　together。　He　showed　me　how　Slink　the　weasel　would　dance　for　a　sausage。　All　was　well　between　us　again。　But　before　I　left　his　chambers　that　night；　I　walked　to　his　hearth。　Without　a　word；　I　placed　the　knife　on　the　center　of　his　mantel　shelf。　Actually；　I　drove　it；　blade　first；　into　the　wood　of　the　shelf。　Then　I　left　without　speaking　of　it　or　meeting　his　eyes。　In　fact；　we　never　spoke　of　it。
　　　　　　　I　believe　that　the　knife　is　still　there。
　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　CHAPTER　SIX
　　　　　　　Chivalry's　Shadow
　　　　　　　THERE　ARE　TWO　TRADITIONS　about　the　custom　of　giving　royal　offspring　names　suggestive　of　virtues　or　abilities。　The　one　that　is　most　monly　held　is　that　somehow　these　names　are　binding；　that　when　such　a　name　is　attached　to　a　child　who　will　be　trained　in　the　Skill；　somehow　the　Skill　melds　the　name　to　the　child；　and　the　child　cannot　help　but　grow　up　to　practice　the　virtue　ascribed　to　him　or　her　by　name。　This　first　tradition　is　most　doggedly　believed　by　those　same　ones　most　prone　to　doff　their　caps　in　the　presence　of　minor　nobility。
　　　　　　　A　more　ancient　tradition　attributes　such　names　to　accident；　at　least　initially。　It　is　said　that　King　Taker　and　King　Ruler；　the　first　two　of　the　Outislanders　to　rule　what　would　bee　the　Six　Duchies；　had　no　such　names　at　all。　Rather　that　their　names　in　their　own　foreign　tongue　were　very　similar　to　the　sounds　of　such　words　in　the　Duchies'　tongue；　and　thus　came　to　be　known　by　their　homonyms　rather　than　by　their　true　names。　But　for　the　purposes　of　royalty；　it　is　better　to　have　the　mon　folk　believe　that　a　boy　given　a　noble　name　must　grow　to　have　a　noble　nature。
　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　〃Boy！〃
　　　　　　　I　lifted　my　head。　Of　the　half　dozen　or　so　other　lads　lounging　about　before　the　fire；　no　one　else　even　flinched。
　　　　　　　The　girls　took　even　less　notice　as　I　moved　up　to　take　my　place　at　the　opposite　side　of　the　low　table　where　Master　Fedwren　knelt。　He　had　mastered　some　trick　of　inflection　that　let　all　know　when　boy　meant　〃boy〃　and　when　it　meant　〃the　bastard。〃
　　　　　　　I　tucked　my　knees　under　the　low　table　and　sat　on　my　feet；　then　presented　Fedwren　with　my　sheet　of　pith　paper。　As　he　ran　his　eyes　down　my　careful　columns　of　letters；　I　let　my　attention　wander。
　　　　　　　Winter　had　harvested　us　and　stored　us　here　in　the　Great　Hall。　Outside；　a　sea　storm　lashed　the　walls　of　the　keep　while　breakers　pounded　the　cliffs　with　a　force　that　occasionally　sent　a　tremor　through　the　stone　floor　beneath　us。　The　heavy　overcast　had　stolen　even　the　few　hours　of　watery　daylight　that　winter　had　left　us。　It　seemed　to　me　that　a　darkness　lay　over　us　like　a　fog；　both　outside　and　within。　The　dimness　penetrated　my　eyes；　so　that　I　felt　sleepy　without　feeling　tired。　For　a　brief　moment　I　let　my　senses　expand　and　felt　the　winter　sluggishness　of　the　hounds　where　they　dozed　and　twitched　in　the　corners。　Not　even　there　could　I　find　a　thought　or　image　to　interest　me。
　　　　　　　Fires　burned　in　all　three　of　the　big　hearths；　and　different　groups　had　gathered　before　each。　At　one；　fletchers　busied　themselves　with　their　work；　lest　tomorrow　be　a　clear　enough　day　to　allow　for　a　hunt。　I　longed　to　be　there；　for　Sherf's　mellow　voice　was　rising　and　falling　in　the　telling　of　some　tale；　broken　frequently　with　appreciative　laughter　from　her　listeners。　At　the　end　hearth；　children's　voices　piped　along　in　the　chorus　of　a　song。　I　recognized　it　as　the　Shepherd's　Song；　a　counting　tune。　A　few　watchful　mothers　tapped　toes　as　they　tatted　at　their　lacemaking　while　Jerdon's　withered　old　fingers　on　the　harp　strings　kept　the　young　voices　almost　in　tune。
　　　　　　　Here；　at　our　hearth；　children　old　enough　to　sit　still　and　learn　letters　did　so。　Fedwren　saw　to　that。　His　sharp　blue　eyes　missed　nothing。　〃Here；〃　he　said　to　me；　pointing。　〃You've　forgotten　to　cross　their　tails。　Remember　how　I　showed　you？　Justice；　open　your　eyes　and　get　back　to　your　pen　work。　Doze　off　again　and　I'll　let　you　bring　us　another　log　for　the　fire。　Charity；　you　can　help　him　if　you　smirk　again。　Other　than　that〃…and　his　attention　was　suddenly　back　on　my　work　again〃your　lettering　is　much　improved；　not　only　on　these　Duchian　characters；　but　on　the　Outislander　runes　as　well。　Though　those　can't　really　be　properly　brushed　onto　such　poor　paper。　The　surface　is　too　porous；　and　takes　the　ink　too　well。　Good　pounded　bark　sheets　are　what　you　want　for　runes；〃　and　he　ran　a　finger　appreciatively　over　the　sheet　he　was　working　on。　〃Continue　to　show　this　type　of　work；　and　before　winter's　out　I'll　let　you　make　me　a　copy　of　Queen　Bidewell's　Remedies。　What　do　you　say　to　that？〃
　　　　　　　I　tried　to　smile　and　be　properly　flattered。　Copy　work　was　not　usually　given　to　students；　good　paper　was　too　rare；　and　one　careless　brushstroke　could　ruin　a　sheet。　I　knew　the　Remedies　was　a　fairly　simple　set　of　herbal　properties　and　prophecies；　but　any　copying　was　an　honor　to　aspire　to。　Fedwren　gave　me　a　fresh　sheet　of　pith　paper。　As　I　rose　to　return　to　my　place　he　lifted　a　hand　to　stop　me。　〃Boy？〃
　　　　　　　I　paused。
　　　　　　　Fedwren　looked　unfortable。　〃I　don't　know　who　to　ask　this　of；　except　you。　Properly；　I'd　ask　your　parents；　but　。。。〃　Mercifully　he　let　the　sentence　die。　He　scratched　his　beard　meditatively　with　his　inkstained　fingers。　〃Winter's　soon　over；　and　I'll　be　on　my　way　again。　Do　you　know　what　I　do　in　summer；　boy？　I　wander　all　the　Six　Duchies；　getting　herbs　and　berries　and　roots　for　my　inks；　and　making　provisions　for　the　papers　I　need。　It's　a　good　life；　walking　free　on　the　roads　in　summers　and　guesting　at　the　keep　here　all　winter。　There's　much　to　be　said　for　scribing　for　a　living。〃　He　looked　at　me　meditatively。　I　looked　back；　wondering　what　he　was　getting　at。
　　　　　　　〃I　take　an　apprentice；　every　few　years。　Some　of　them　work　out；　and　go　on　to　do　scribing　for　the　lesser　keeps。　Some　don't。　Some　don't　have　the　patience　for　the　detail；　or　the　memory　for　the　inks。　I　think　you　would。　What　would　you　think　about　being　a　scribe？〃
　　　　　　　The　question　caught　me　pletely　off　guard；　and　I　stared　at　him　mutely。　It　wasn't　just　the　idea　of　being　a　scribe；　it　was　the　whole　notion　that　Fedwren　would　want　me　to　be　his　apprentice；　to　follow　him　about　and　learn　the　secrets　of　his　trade。　Several　years　had　passed　since　I　had　begun　my　bargain　with　the　old　King。　Other　than　the　nights　I　spent　in　Chade's　pany　or　my　stolen　afternoons　with　Molly　and　Kerry；　I　had　never　thought　of　anyone　finding　me　panionable；　let　alone　good　material　for　an　apprentice。　Fedwren's　proposal　left　me　speechless。　He　must　have　sensed　my　confusion；　for　he　smiled　his　genial　young…old　smile。
　　　　　　　〃Well；　think　on　it；　boy。　Scribing's　a　good　trade；　and　what　other　prospects　do　you　have？　Between　the　two　of　us；　I　think　that　some　time　away　from　Buckkeep　might　do　you　good。〃
　　　　　　　〃Away　from　Buckkeep？〃　I　repeated　in　wonder。　It　was　like　someone　opening　a　curtain。　I　had　never　considered　the　idea。　Suddenly　the　roads　leading　away　from　Buckkeep　gleamed　in　my　mind；　and　the　weary　maps　I　had　been　forced　to　study　became　places　I　could　go。