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ed his nose and closed his eyes。 Warm。 Sleep。 〃Tell me about yourself；〃 she demanded abruptly。
It took me aback。 〃What would you like to know； lady？〃
She made a small frustrated gesture。 〃What do you do each day？ What have you been taught？〃
So I attempted to tell her； but I could see it didn't satisfy her。 She folded her lips tightly at each mention of Burrich's name。 She wasn't impressed with any of my martial training。 Of Chade； I could say nothing。 She nodded in grudging approval at my study of languages； writing； and ciphering。
〃Well；〃 she interrupted suddenly。 〃At least you're not totally ignorant。 If you can read； you can learn anything。 If you've a will to。 Have you a will to learn？〃
〃I suppose so。〃 It was a lukewarm answer； but I was beginning to feel badgered。 Not even the gift of the puppy could outweigh her belittlement of my learning。
〃I suppose you will learn； then。 For I have a will that you will； even if you do not yet。〃 She was suddenly stern； in a shifting of attitude that left me bewildered。 〃And what do they call you； boy？〃
The question again。 〃Boy is fine；〃 I muttered。 The sleeping puppy in my arms whimpered in agitation。 I forced myself to be calm for him。
I had the satisfaction of seeing a stricken look flit briefly across Patience's face。 〃I shall call you； oh； Thomas。 Tom for every day。 Does that suit you？〃
〃I suppose so；〃 I said deliberately。 Burrich gave more thought to naming a dog than that。 We had no Blackies or Spots in the stables。 Burrich named each beast as if they were royalty； with names that described them or traits he aspired to for them。 Even Sooty's name masked a gentle fire I had e to respect。 But this woman named me Tom after no more than an indrawn breath。 I looked down so she couldn't see my eyes。
〃Fine； then；〃 she said； a trifle briskly。 〃e tomorrow at the same time。 I shall have some things ready for you。 I warn you； I shall expect willing effort from you。 Good day； Tom。〃
〃Good day； lady。〃
I turned and left。 Lacey's eyes followed me； and then darted back to her mistress。 I sensed her disappointment； but did not know what it was about。
It was still early in the day。 This first audience had taken less than an hour。 I wasn't expected anywhere； this time was my own。 I headed for the kitchens； to wheedle scraps for my pup。 It would have been easy to take him down to the stables； but then Burrich would have known about him。 I had no illusions about what would happen next。 The pup would stay in the stables。 He would be nominally mine； but Burrich would see that this new bond was severed。 I had no intention of allowing that to happen。
I made my plans。 A basket from the launderers； an old shirt over straw for his bed。 His messes now would be small； and as he got older my bond with him would make him easy to train。 For now； he'd have to stay by himself for part of each day。 But as he got older he could go about with me。 Eventually； Burrich would find out about him。 I resolutely pushed that thought aside。 I'd deal with that later。 For now； he needed a name。 I looked him over。 He was not the curly…haired yappy type of terrier。 He would have a short smooth coat； a thick neck； and a mouth like a coal scuttle。 But grown； he'd be less than knee high； so it couldn't be too weighty of a name。 I didn't want him to be a fighter。 So no Ripper or Charger。 He would be tenacious； and alert。 Grip； maybe。 Or Sentry。
〃Or Anvil。 Or Forge。〃
I looked up。 The Fool stepped out of an alcove and followed me down the hall。
〃Why？〃 I asked。 I no longer questioned the way the Fool could guess what I was thinking。
〃Because your heart will be hammered against him； and your strength will be tempered in his fire。〃
〃Sounds a bit dramatic to me；〃 I objected。 〃And Forge is a bad word now。 I don't want to mark my pup with it。 Just the other day； down in town； I heard a drunk yell at a cutpurse； 'May your woman be Forged。' Everyone in the street stopped and stared。〃
The Fool shrugged。 〃Well they might。〃 He followed me into my room。 〃Smith； then。 Or Smithy。 Let me see him？〃
Reluctantly I gave over my puppy。 He stirred； awakened； and then wiggled in the Fool's hands。 No smell； no smell。 I was astonished to agree with the pup。 Even with his little black nose working for me； the Fool had no detectable scent。 〃Careful。 Don't drop him。〃
〃I'm a fool； not a dolt；〃 said the Fool； but he sat on my bed and put the pup beside him。 Smithy instantly began snuffling and rucking my bed。 I sat on the other side of him lest he venture too near the edge。
〃So；〃 the Fool asked casually； 〃are you going to let her buy you with gifts？〃
〃Why not？〃 I tried to be disdainful。
〃It would be a mistake； for both of you。〃 The Fool tweaked Smithy's tiny tail； and he spun 'round with a puppy growl。 〃She's going to want to give you things。 You'll have to take them； for there's no polite way to refuse。 But you'll have to decide whether they'll make a bridge between you； or a wall。〃
〃Do you know Chade？〃 I asked abruptly； for the Fool sounded so like him I suddenly had to know。 I had never mentioned Chade to anyone else； save Shrewd； nor heard talk of him from anyone around the keep。
〃Shade or sunlight； I know when to keep a grip on my tongue。 It would be a good thing for you to learn as well。〃 The Fool rose suddenly and went to the door。 He lingered there a moment。 〃She only hated you for the first few months。 And it wasn't truly hate of you； it was blind jealousy of your mother； that she could bear a babe to Chivalry； but Patience could not。 After that； her heart softened。 She wanted to send for you； to raise you as her own。 Some might say she merely wanted to possess anything that touched Chivalry。 But I don't think so。〃
I was staring at the Fool。
〃You look like a fish； with your mouth open like that；〃 he observed。 〃But of course； your father refused。 He said it might appear he was formally acknowledging his bastard。 But I don't think that was it at all。 I think it would have been dangerous for you。〃 The Fool made an odd pass with his hand； and a stick of dried meat appeared in his fingers。 I knew it had been up his sleeve； but I was unable to see how he acplished his tricks。 He flipped the meat onto my bed and the puppy sprang on it greedily。
〃You can hurt her； if you choose；〃 he offered me。 〃She feels such guilt at how alone you have been。 And you look so like Chivalry； anything you say will be as if it came from his lips。 She's like a gem with a flaw。 One precise tap from you； and she will fly all to pieces。 She's half…mad as she is； you know。 They would never have been able to kill Chivalry if she hadn't consented to his abdication。 At least； not with such blithe dismissal of the consequences。 She knows that。〃
〃Who is 'they'？〃 I demanded。
〃Who are they？〃 the Fool corrected me； and whisked out of sight。 By the time I got to the door； he was gone。 I quested after him； but got nothing。 Almost as if he were Forged。 I shivered at that thought； and went back to Smithy。 He was chewing the meat to slimy bits all over my bed。 I watched him。 〃The Fool's gone；〃 I told Smithy。 He wagged a casual acknowledgment and went on worrying his meat。
He was mine； given to me。 Not a stable dog I cared for； but mine； and outside of Burrich's knowledge or authority。 Other than my clothes and the copper bracelet that Chade had given me； I had few possessions。 But he made up for all lacks I might ever have had。
He was a sleek and healthy pup。 His coat was smooth now； but would grow bristly as he matured。 When I held him up to the window； I could see faint mottlings of color in his coat。 He'd be a dark brindle； then。 I discovered one white spot on his chin； and another on his left hind foot。 He clamped his little jaws on my shirtsleeve and shook it violently； uttering savage puppy growls。 I tussled him on the bed until he fell into a deep； limp sleep。 Then I moved him to his straw cushion and went reluctantly to my afternoon lessons and chores。
That initial week with Patience was a trying time for both of us。 I learned t
