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None save Molly。
She was but a year or two older than myself； and growing the same way a sprig of greenery forces its way up through a gap in the cobblestones。 Neither her father's near…constant drunkenness and frequent brutality nor the grinding chores of a child trying to maintain the pretense of both home and family business could crush her。 When I first met her； she was as wild and wary as a fox cub。 Molly Nosebleed she was called among the street children。 She often bore the marks of the beatings her father gave her。 Despite his cruelty； she cared for him。 I never understood that。 He would grumble and berate her even as she tottered him home after one of his binges and put him to bed。 And when he awoke； he never had any remorse for his drunkenness and harsh words。 There were only more criticisms： Why hadn't the chandlery been swept and fresh strewing herbs put on the floor？ Why hadn't she tended the beehives； when they were nearly out of honey to sell？ Why had she let the fire go out under the tallow pot？ I was mute witness more times than I care to remember。
But through it all； Molly grew。 She flowered； one sudden summer； into a young woman who left me in awe of her capable ways and womanly charms。 For her part； she seemed totally unaware of how her eyes could meet mine and turn my tongue to leather in my mouth。 No magic I possessed； no Skill； no Wit； was proof against the accidental touch of her hand against mine； nor could defend me against the awkwardness that overwhelmed me at the quirk of her smile。
Should I catalog her hair flowing with the wind； or detail how the color of her eyes shifted from dark amber to rich brown depending on her mood and the color of her gown？ I would catch a glimpse of her scarlet skirts and red shawl among the market throng； and suddenly be aware of no one else。 These are magics I witnessed； and though I might set them down on paper； no other could ever work them with such skill。
How did I court her？ With a boy's clumsy gallantries； gaping after her like a simpleton watching the whirling disks of a juggler。 She knew I loved her before I did。 And she let me court her； although I was a few years younger than she； and not one of the town boys and possessed of small prospects as far as she knew。 She thought I was the scribe's errand boy； a part…time helper in the stables； a Keep runner。 She never suspected I was the Bastard； the unacknowledged son that had toppled Prince Chivalry from his place in the line of succession。 That alone was a big enough secret。 Of my magics and my other profession； she knew nothing。
Maybe that was why I could love her。
It was certainly why I lost her。
I let the secrets and failures and pains of my other lives keep me too busy。 There were magics to learn； secrets to ferret out； men to kill； intrigues to survive。 Surrounded by them； it never occurred to me that I could turn to Molly for a measure of the hope and understanding that eluded me everywhere else。
She was apart from these things； unsullied by them。 I carefully preserved her from any touch of them。 I never tried to draw her into my world。 Instead； I went to hers； to the fishing and shipping port town where she sold candles and honey in her shop； and shopped in the market； and； sometimes； walked on the beaches with me。 To me； it was enough that she existed for me to love。 I did not even dare to hope she might return that feeling。
There came a time when my training in the Skill ground me into a misery so deep I did not think I could survive it。 I could not forgive myself for being unable to learn it； I could not imagine that my failure might not matter to others。 I cloaked my despair in surly withdrawal。 I let the long weeks pass； and never saw her or even sent her word that I thought of her。 Finally； when there was no one else that I could turn to； I sought her。 Too late。 I arrived at the Beebalm Chandlery in Buckkeep Town one afternoon； gifts in hand； in time to see her leaving。 Not alone。 With Jade； a fine broad…chested seaman； with a bold earring in one ear and the sure masculinity of his superior years。 Unnoticed； defeated； I slunk away and watched them walk off arm in arm。 I watched her go； and I let her go； and in the months that followed； I tried to convince myself that my heart had let her go as well。 I wonder what would have happened if I had run after them that afternoon； if I had begged one last word of her。 Odd； to think of so many events turning upon a boy's misplaced pride and his schooled acceptance of defeats。 I set her out of my thoughts； and spoke of her to no one。 I got on with my life。
King Shrewd sent me as his assassin with a great caravan of folk going to witness the pledging of the Mountain Princess Kettricken as Prince Verity's bride。 My mission was to quietly cause the death of her older brother； Prince Rurisk； subtly of course； so that she would be left the sole heir to the Mountain throne。 But what I found when I arrived there was a web of deceit and lies engineered by my youngest uncle； Prince Regal； who hoped to topple Verity from the line of succession and claim the Princess as his own bride。 I was the pawn he would sacrifice for this goal； and I was the pawn who instead toppled the game pieces around him； bringing his wrath and vengeance down on myself； but saving the crown and the Princess for Prince Verity。 I do not think this was heroism。 Nor do I think it was petty spite wreaked on one who had always bullied and belittled me。 It was the act of a boy being a man； and doing what I had sworn to do years before I prehended the cost of such an oath。 The price was my healthy young body； so long taken for granted。
Long after I had defeated Regal's plot； I lingered in a sickbed in the Mountain Kingdom。 But finally a morning came when I awoke and believed that my long illness was finally over。 Burrich had decided I was recovered enough to begin the long journey back home to the Six Duchies。 Princess Kettricken and her entourage had left for Buckkeep weeks before； when the weather was still fine。 Now winter snows already smothered the higher parts of the Mountain Kingdom。 If we did not leave Jhaampe soon； we would be forced to winter there。 I was up early that morning； doing my final packing； when the first small tremors began。 Resolutely； I ignored them。 I was just shaky； I told myself； with not having eaten breakfast yet； and the excitement of the journey home。 I donned the garments that Jonqui had furnished for our winter journey through the Mountains and across the plains。 For me there was a long red shirt； padded with wool quilted into it。 The quilted trousers were green； but embroidered with red at the waist and cuffs。 The boots were soft； almost shapeless until my feet were laced inside them。 They were like sacks of soft leather； padded with sheared wool and trimmed with fur。 They fastened to the feet with long wrappings of leather strips。 My trembling fingers made tying them a difficult task。 Jonqui had told us they were wonderful for the dry snow of the mountains； but to beware of getting them wet。
There was a looking glass in the room。 At first； I smiled at my reflection。 Not