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CHAPTER FIVE
Gambit
CERTAINLY THERE IS an ancient code of conduct； certainly its customs were harsher than ours today。 But I would venture that we have not wandered so far from those customs so much as put a veneer over them。 A warrior's word is still his bond； and among those who serve side by side； there is nothing so foul as one who lies to his rades； or leads them into dishonor。 The laws of hospitality still forbid those who have shared salt at a man's table to shed blood on his floor。
Winter deepened around Buckkeep Castle。 The storms came in off the sea； to pound us with icy fury and then depart。 Snow usually fell in their wake； great dumps of it that iced the battlements like sweet paste on nut cakes。 The great darks of the long nights grew longer； and on clear nights the stars burned cold over us。 After my long journey home from the Mountain Kingdom； the ferocity of the winter didn't threaten me as it once had。 As I went my daily rounds to the stable and to the old pig hut； my cheeks might burn with cold and my eyelashes cling together with frost； but I always knew that home and a warm hearth were close by。 The storms and the deep colds that snarled at us like wolves at the door were also the watch beasts that kept the Red…Ships away from our shores。
Time dragged for me。 I called on Kettricken each day； as Chade had suggested； but our restiveness was too much alike for us。 I am sure I irritated her as much as she did me。 I dared not spend too many hours with the cub； lest we bond。 I had no other fixed duties。 There were too many hours to the day； and all were filled with my thoughts of Molly。 Nights were the worst； for then my sleeping mind was beyond my control； and my dreams were full of my Molly； my bright red…skirted candlemaker； now gone so demure and drab in serving…girl blue。 If I could not be near her by day； my dreaming self courted her with an earnestness and energy that my waking self had never mustered the courage for。 When we walked the beaches after a storm； her hand was in mine。 I kissed her petently； without uncertainty； and met her eyes with no secrets to hide。 No one could keep her from me。 In my dreams。
At first； Chade's training of me seduced me into spying upon her。 I knew which room on the servants' floor was hers； I knew which window was hers。 I learned； without intention； the hours of her ings and goings。 It shamed me to stand where I might hear her step upon the stairs and catch a brief glimpse of her going out on her market errands； but try as I might； I could not forbid myself to be there。 I knew who her friends were among the serving women。 Though I might not speak to her； I could greet them； and have a chance bit of talk with them； hoping always for some stray mention of Molly。 I yearned after her hopelessly。 Sleep eluded me； and food held no interest for me。 Nothing held any interest for me。
I was sitting one evening in the guardroom off the kitchen。 I had found a place in the corner where I could lean against the wall and prop my boots up on the opposite bench to discourage pany。 A mug of ale that had gone warm hours ago sat in front of me。 I lacked even the ambition to drink myself into a stupor。 I was looking at nothing； attempting not to think； when the bench was jerked out from under my propped feet。 I nearly fell from my seat； then recovered to see Burrich seating himself opposite me。 〃What ails you？〃 he asked without niceties。 He leaned forward and pitched his voice for me alone。 〃Have you had another seizure？〃
I looked back at the table。 I spoke as quietly。 〃A few trembling fits； but no real seizures。 They only seem to e on me if I strain myself。〃
He nodded gravely； then waited。 I looked up to find his dark eyes on me。 The concern in them touched something in me。 I shook my head； my voice suddenly gone。 〃It's Molly；〃 I said after a moment。
〃You haven't been able to find where she went？〃
〃No。 She's here； at Buckkeep； working as a maid for Patience。 But Patience won't let me see her。 She says 。。。〃
Burrich's eyes had widened at my first words。 Now he glanced around us； then tossed his head at the door。 I arose and followed him as he led me back to his stables； and then up to his room。 I sat down at his table； before his hearth； and he brought out his good Tilth brandy and two cups。 Then he set out his leather…mending tools。 And his perpetual pile of harness to be mended。 He handed me a halter that needed a new strap。 For himself； he laid out some fancy work on a saddle skirt。 He drew up his own stool and looked at me。 〃This Molly。 I've seen her then； in the washer courts with Lacey？ Carries her head proud？ Red glint to her coat？〃
〃Her hair；〃 I corrected him grudgingly。
〃Nice wide hips。 She'll bear easily；〃 he said with approval。
I glared at him。 〃Thank you；〃 I said icily。
He shocked me by grinning。 〃Get angry。 I'd rather you were that than self…pitying。 So。 Tell me。〃
And I told him。 Probably much more than I would have in the guardroom； for here we were alone； the brandy went warm down my throat； and the familiar sights and smells of his room and work were all around me。 Here； if anywhere in my life； I had always been safe。 It seemed safe to reveal to him my pain。 He did not speak or make any ments。 Even after I had talked myself out； he kept his silence。 I watched him rub dye into the lines of the buck he had incised in the leather。
〃So。 What should I do？〃 I heard myself ask。
He set down his work； drank off his brandy； and then refilled his cup。 He looked about his room。 〃You ask me； of course； because you have noted my rare success at providing myself with a fond wife and many children？〃
The bitterness in his voice shocked me； but before I could react to it； he gave a choked laugh。 〃Forget I said that。 Ultimately； the decision was mine； and done a long time ago。 FitzChivalry； what do you think you should be doing？〃
I stared at him morosely。
〃What made things go wrong in the first place？〃 When I did not reply； he asked me； 〃Did not you yourself just tell me that you courted her as a boy； when she considered your offer a man's？ She was looking for a man。 So don't go sulking about like a thwarted child。 Be a man。〃 He drank down half his brandy； then refilled both our cups。
〃How？〃 I demanded。
〃The same way you've shown yourself a man elsewhere。 Accept the discipline； live up to the task。 So you cannot see her。 If I know anything of women； it does not mean she does not see you。 Keep that in mind。 Look at yourself。 Your hair looks like a pony's winter coat； I'll wager you've worn that shirt a week straight； and you're thin as a winter foal。 I doubt you'll regain her respect that way。 Feed yourself up； groom yourself daily； and in Eda's name； get some exercise instead of moping about the guardroom。 Set yourself some tasks and get onto them。〃
I nodded slowly to the advice。 I knew he was right。 But I could not help protesting； 〃But all of that will do me no good if Patience will still not permit me to see Molly。〃
〃In the long run； my boy； it is not about you and Pat