Royal Assassin

Chade sat down across from me, clasped his mottled hands between his bony old knees. "I do not know. Brawndy is desperate indeed. If you had loftily refused him and rebuked him with treason, well ... I don't say he'd have done away with you. But remember he had no hesitation about dealing quickly with Virago when she represented a threat to him. This is all too much for one old assassin. We need a King."

"Aye."

"Could you Skill again to Verity?"

"I fear to try. I do not know how to guard against Justin and Serene. Or Will." I sighed. "Still, I will try. Surely Verity will know if they ride with my Skilling." Another thought intruded. "Chade, tomorrow night, when you lead Kettricken to escape, you must find a moment or two, to tell her of what has transpired, and assure her of my loyalty."

"Oh, those will be reassuring tidings to give her as she flees back to the Mountains. No. Not tomorrow night. I will see that word reaches her, when she is safe. And you must continue to try to reach Verity, but beware of having your Skilling spied upon. Are you sure our plans are unknown to them?"

I had to shake my head. "But I believe they are safe. I had told all to Verity when first I Skilled him. It was not until the end that he said someone tried to spy upon us."

"You probably should have killed Justin," Chade grumbled to himself. Then he laughed at my outraged look. "No, no, calm yourself. I will not rebuke you that you refrained from it. Would that you had been so circumspect with the scheme that Brawndy brought you. Even a breath of this would be sufficient for Regal to have your neck stretched. And were he ruthless and foolish, he could try to hang his dukes as well. No. Let us not even think of that! The halls of Buckkeep would run blood before that was done. Would you had found a way to turn the conversation, before ever he made you such an offer. Save, as you say, that they might have found another. Ah, well. We cannot put old heads on young shoulders. Unfortunately, Regal could remove your young head from your young shoulders all too easily." He knelt and put another piece of wood on the fire. He took a breath and sighed it out. "Have you got all other things in readiness?" he asked abruptly.

I was only too glad to change the topic. "As much as I could. Burrich will be in place and waiting, in the alder copse where the dog fox used to den."

Chade rolled his eyes. "How do I find that? Ask a passing dog fox?"

I smiled inadvertently. "Close. Where will you emerge from Buck Castle?"

He was stubbornly silent for a moment. Still, that old fox hated to reveal his back door. Finally he said, "We will come out of the grain shed, the one third back from the stables."

I nodded slowly. "A gray wolf will meet you. Follow him silently, and he will show you a way out of the walls of Buck that does not take you through the gates."

For a long moment Chade just looked at me. I waited. For condemnation, for a look of disgust, even for curiosity. But the old assassin had studied too long how to mask his feelings. He said at last, "We are fools if we do not use every weapon that comes to hand. Is he any ... danger to us?"

"No more than I am. You need not wear wolfsbane, nor offer him mutton to be allowed to pass." I was as familiar with the old folklore as Chade was. "Simply show yourself, and he will appear to guide you. He will take you through the walls, and out to the copse where Burrich waits with the horses."

"Is it a long walk?"

I knew he was thinking of the King. "It is not overly long, but it is not short, and the snow is deep and unpacked. It will not be easy to scrabble through the gap in the wall, but it can be done. I could ask Burrich to meet you at the wall instead, but I do not wish to draw attention to it. Perhaps the Fool could help you manage?"

"He will have to, from the sound of things. I am not willing to bring any others in on this plot. Our position seems only to become more and more untenable."

I bowed my head to the truth of that. "And you?" I ventured to ask.