rh.theassassinsapprentice-第6节
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But I did not have an answer。 Mother had been Mother； and whatever I had known of her was already fading。 So I made no reply； but only stared up at him。
〃Hey。 What's your name then； boy？〃 And turning to his audience； he confided； 〃I heard he ain't got no name。 No highflown royal name to shape him； nor even a cottage name to scold him by。 That right； boy？ You got a name？〃
The group of onlookers was growing。 A few showed pity in their eyes； but none interfered。 Some of what I was feeling passed to Nosy； who dropped over onto his side and showed his belly in supplication while thumping his tail in that ancient canine signal that always means； 〃I'm only a puppy。 I cannot defend myself。 Have mercy。〃 Had they been dogs； they would have sniffed me over and then drawn back。 But humans have no such inbred courtesies。 So when I didn't answer； the man drew a step nearer and repeated； 〃You got a name； boy？〃
I stood slowly； and the wall that had been warm against my back a moment ago was now a chill barrier to retreat。 At my feet； Nosy squirmed in the dust on his back and let out a pleading whine。 〃No；〃 I said softly； and when the man made as if to lean closer to hear my words； 〃NO！〃 I shouted； and repelled at him； while crabbing sideways along the wall。 I saw him stagger a step backward； losing his grip on his cask； so that it fell to the cobbled path and cracked open。 No one in the crowd could have understood what had happened。 I certainly didn't。 For the most part； folk laughed to see a grown man cower back from a child。 In that moment my reputation for both temper and spirit was made； for before nightfall the tale of the bastard standing up to his tormentor was all over the town。 Nosy scrabbled to his feet and fled with me。 I had one glimpse of Cob's face； taut with confusion as he emerged from the kitchen； pies in hands； and saw Nosy and I flee。 Had he been Burrich； I probably would have halted and trusted my safety to him。 But he was not； and so I ran； letting Nosy take the lead。
We fled through the trooping servants； just one more small boy and his dog racing about in the courtyard； and Nosy took me to what he obviously regarded as the safest place in the world。 Far from the kitchen and the inner keep was a hollow Vixen had scraped out under a corner of a rickety outbuilding where sacks of peas and beans were stored。 Here Nosy had been whelped； in total defiance of Burrich； and here she had managed to keep her pups hidden for almost three days。 Burrich himself had found her there。 His smell was the first human smell Nosy could recall。 It was a tight squeeze to get under the building； but once within； the den was warm and dry and semidark。 Nosy huddled close to me and I put my arm around him。 Hidden there； our hearts soon eased down from their wild thumpings； and from calmness we passed into the deep dreamless sleep reserved for warm spring afternoons and puppies。
I came awake shivering； hours later。 It was full dark and the tenuous warmth of the early…spring day had fled。 Nosy was awake as soon as I was； and together we scraped and slithered out of the den。
There was a high night sky over Buckkeep； with stars shining bright and cold。 The smell of the bay was stronger as if the day smells of men and horses and cooking were temporary things that had to surrender each night to the ocean's power。 We walked down deserted pathways； through exercise yards and past granaries and the winepress。 All was still and silent。 As we drew closer to the inner keep I saw torches still burning and heard voices still raised in talk。 But it all seemed tired somehow； the last vestiges of revelry winding down before dawn came to lighten the skies。 Still； we skirted the inner keep by a wide margin； having had enough of people。
I found myself following Nosy back to the stables。 As we drew near the heavy doors I wondered how we would get in。 But Nosy's tail began to wag wildly as we got closer； and then even my poor nose picked up Burrich's scent in the dark。 He rose from the wooden crate he'd been seated on by the door。 〃There you are；〃 he said soothingly。 〃e along then。 e on。〃 And he stood and opened the heavy doors for us and led us in。
We followed him through darkness； between rows of stalls； past grooms and handlers put up for the night in the stables； and then past our own horses and dogs and the stable boys who slept amongst them； and then to a staircase that climbed the wall that separated the stables from the mews。 We followed Burrich up its creaking wooden treads； and then he opened another door。 Dim yellow light from a guttering candle on a table blinded me temporarily。 We followed Burrich into a slant…roofed chamber that smelled of Burrich and leather and the oils and salves and herbs that were part of Burrich's trade。 He shut the door firmly behind us； and as he came past us to kindle a fresh candle from the nearly spent one on the table； I smelled the sweetness of wine on him。
The light spread； and Burrich seated himself on a wooden chair by the table。 He looked different； dressed in fine thin cloth of brown and yellow； with a bit of silver chain across his jerkin。 He put his hand out； palm up； on his knee and Nosy went to him immediately。 Burrich scratched his hanging ears and then thumped his ribs affectionately； grimacing at the dust that rose from his coat。 〃You're a fine pair； the two of you；〃 he said； speaking more to the pup than to me。 〃Look at you。 Filthy as beggars。 I lied to my king today for you。 First time ever in my life I've done that。 Appears as if Chivalry's fall from grace will take me down as well。 Told him you were washed up and sound asleep； exhausted from your journey。 He was not pleased he would have to wait to see you； but luckily for us； he had weightier things to handle。 Chivalry's abdication has upset a lot of lords。 Some are seeing it as a chance to push for an advantage； and others are disgruntled to be cheated of a king they admired。 Shrewd's trying to calm them all。 He's letting it be noised about that Verity was the one who negotiated with the Chyurda this time。 Those as will believe that shouldn't be allowed to walk about on their own。 But they came； to look at Verity anew； and wonder if and when he'd be their next king； and what kind of a king he would be。 Chivalry's dumping it over and leaving for Withywoods has stirred all the Duchies as if he'd poked a stick in a hive。〃
Burrich lifted his eyes from Nosy's eager face。 〃Well； Fitz。 Guess you got a taste of it today。 Fair scared poor Cob to death； your running off like that。 Now； are you hurt？ Did anyone rough you up？ I should have known there would be those would blame all the stir on you。 e here； then。 e on。〃
When I hesitated； he moved over to a pallet of blankets made up near the fire and patted it invitingly。 〃See。 There's a place here for you； all ready。 And there's bread and meat on the table for both of you。〃
His words made me aware of the covered platter on the table。 Flesh； Nosy's senses confirmed； and I was suddenly full of the smell of the meat。 Burrich laughed at our rush to the table and silently approved how I shared a portion out to Nosy before filling my own jaws。 We ate to repletion； for Burrich had not underestimated how hungry a pup and a boy would be after the day's misadventures。 And then； despite our long nap earlier； the blankets so close to the fire were suddenly immensely inviting。 Bellies full； we curled up with the flames baking our backs and slept。
When we awoke the next day； the sun was well risen and Burrich already gone。 Nosy and I ate the heel of last night's loaf and gnawed the leftover bones clean before we descended from Burrich's quarters。 No one challenged us or appeared to take any notice of us。
Outside； another day of chaos and revelry had begun。 The keep was； if anything； more swollen with people。 Their passage stirred the dust and their mixing voices were an overlay to the shushing of the wind and the more distant muttering of the waves。 Nosy drank it all in； every scent； every sight； every sound。 The doubled sensory impact dizzied me。 As I walked I gathered from snatches of conversation that our arrival had coincided with some spring rite of merriment and gathering。 Chivalry's abdication was still the main topic； but it did not prevent the puppet shows and jugglers from making every corner a stage for their antics。 At least one puppet show had already incorporated Chivalry's fall from grace into its bawdy edy； and I stood anonymous in the crowd and puzzled over dialogue about sowing the neighbor's fields that had the adults roaring with laughter。
But very soon the crowds and the noise became oppressive to both of us； and I let Nosy know I wished to escape it all。 We left the keep； passing out of the thick…walled gate past guards intent upon flirting with the merrymakers as they came and went。 One more boy and dog leaving on the heels of a fishmongering family were nothing to notice。 And with no better distraction in sight； we followed the family as they wound their way down the streets away from the keep and toward the town of Buckkeep。 We dropped farther and farther behind them as new scents demanded that
