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I nodded and walked past them。
In all my years at Buckkeep； I had never been to the infirmary。 Burrich and no one else had always treated my childhood illnesses and mishaps。 But I knew where it was。 I walked unseeing through the knots and gatherings of merrymakers； and suddenly felt as if I were six years old and e to Buckkeep for the very first time。 I had hung on to Burrich's belt。 All that long way from Moonseye； with his leg torn and bandaged。 But not once had he put me on another's horse； or entrusted my care to another。 I pushed myself through the people with their bells and flowers and sweet cakes to reach the inner keep。 Behind the barracks was a separate building of whitewashed stone。 There was no one there； and I walked unchallenged through the antechamber and into the room beyond。
There were clean strewing herbs on the floor； and the wide windows let in a flood of spring air and light； but the room still gave me a sense of confinement and illness。 This was not a good place for Burrich to be。 All the beds were empty； save one。 No soldier kept to bed on Springfest days； save that they had to。 Burrich lay； eyes closed； in a splash of sunlight on a narrow cot。 I had never seen him so still。 He had pushed his blankets aside and his chest was swathed in bandages。 I went forward quietly and sat down on the floor beside his bed。 He was very still； but I could feel him； and the bandages moved with his slow breathing。 I took his hand。
〃Fitz；〃 he said； without opening his eyes。 He gripped my hand hard。
〃Yes。〃
〃You're back。 You're alive。〃
〃I am。 I came straight here； as fast as I could。 Oh； Burrich； I feared you were dead。〃
〃I thought you were dead。 The others all came back days ago。〃 He took a ragged breath。 〃Of course； the bastard left horses with all the others。〃
〃No；〃 I reminded him； not letting go of his hand。 〃I'm the bastard； remember？〃
〃Sorry。〃 He opened his eyes。 The white of his left eye was mazed with blood。 He tried to smile at me。 I could see then that the swelling on the left side of his face was still subsiding。 〃So。 We look a fine pair。 You should poultice that cheek。 It's festering。 Looks like an animal scratch。〃
〃Forged ones；〃 I began； and could not bear to explain more。 I only said； softly； 〃He set me down north of Forge； Burrich。〃
Anger spasmed his face。 〃He wouldn't tell me。 Nor anyone else。 I even sent a man to Verity； to ask my prince to make him say what he had done with you。 I got no answer back。 I should kill him。〃
〃Let it go；〃 I said； and meant it。 〃I'm back and alive。 I failed his test； but it didn't kill me。 And as you told me； there are other things in my life。〃
Burrich shifted slightly in his bed。 I could tell it didn't ease him。 〃Well。 He'll be disappointed over that。〃 He let out a shuddering breath。 〃I got jumped。 Someone with a knife。 I don't know who。〃
〃How bad？〃
〃Not good； at my age。 A young buck like you would probably just give a shake and go on。 Still； he only got the blade into me once。 But I fell； and struck my head。 I was fair senseless for two days。 And； Fitz。 Your dog。 A stupid； senseless thing； but he killed your dog。〃
〃I know。〃
〃He died quickly；〃 Burrich said； as if to be a fort。
I stiffened at the…lie。 〃He died well；〃 I corrected him。 〃And if he hadn't； you'd have had that knife in you more than once。〃
Burrich grew very still。 〃You were there； weren't you；〃 he said at last。 It was not a question； and there was no mistaking his meaning。
〃Yes；〃 I heard myself saying； simply。
〃You were there； with the dog that night； instead of trying for the Skill？〃 His voice rose in outrage。
〃Burrich； it wasn't like 。。。〃
He pulled his hand free of mine and turned as far away from me as he could。 〃Leave me。〃
〃Burrich； it wasn't Smithy。 I just don't have the Skill。 So let me have what I do have； let me be what I am。 I don't use this in a bad way。 Even without it； I'm good with animals。 You've forced me to be。 If I use it； I can…〃
〃Stay out of my stables。 And stay away from me。〃 He rolled back to face me； and to my amazement； a single tear tracked his dark cheek。 〃You failed？ No； Fitz。 I failed。 I was too softhearted to beat it out of you at the first sign of it。 'Raise him well；' Chivalry said to me。 His last mand to me。 And I failed him。 And you。 If you hadn't meddled with the Wit； Fitz； you'd have been able to learn the Skill。 Galen would have been able to teach you。 No wonder he sent you to Forge。〃 He paused。 〃Bastard or no； you could have been a fit son to Chivalry。 But you threw it all away。 For what？ A dog。 I know what a dog can be to a man； but you don't throw your life over for a…〃
〃Not just a dog；〃 I cut in almost harshly。 〃Smithy。 My friend。 And it wasn't only him。 I gave up the wait and came back for you。 Thinking you might need me。 Smithy died days ago。 I knew that。 But I came back for you； thinking you might need me。〃
He was silent so long I thought he wasn't going to speak to me。 〃You needn't have；〃 he said quietly。 〃I take care of myself。〃 And harsher： 〃You know that。 I always have。〃
〃And me；〃 I admitted to him。 〃And you've always taken care of me。〃
〃And small damn good that did either of us；〃 he said slowly。 〃Look what I've let you bee。 Now you're just 。。。 Go away。 Just go away。〃 He turned away from me again； and I felt something go out of the man。
I stood slowly。 〃I'll make you a wash from Helenaleaves for your eye。 I'll bring it this afternoon。〃
〃Bring me nothing。 Do me no favors。 Go your own way； and be whatever you will。 I'm done with you。〃 He spoke to the wall。 In his voice was no mercy for either of us。
I glanced back as I left the infirmary。 Burrich had not moved； but even his back looked older； and smaller。
That was my return to Buckkeep。 I was a different creature from the waif who had left。 Little fanfare was made over my not being dead as supposed。 I made no opportunity for anyone to do so。 From Burrich's bed； I went straight to my room。 I washed and changed my garments。 I slept； but not well。 For the rest of Springfest； I ate at night； alone in the kitchens。 I penned one note to King Shrewd； suggesting that Raiders might regularly be using the wells at Forge。 He made no reply to me about it； and I was glad of it。 I sought no contact with anyone。
With much pomp and ceremony； Galen presented his finished coterie to the King。 One other besides myself had failed to return。 It shames me now that I cannot recall his name； and if I ever knew what became of him； I have forgotten it。 Like Galen； I suppose I dismissed him as insignificant。
Galen spoke to me only once the rest of that summer； and that was indirectly。 We passed one another in the courtyard； not long after Springfest。 He was walking and talking with Regal。 As they passed me he looked at me over Regal's head and said sneeringly； 〃More lives than a cat。〃
I stopped and stared at them until both were forced to look at me。 I made Galen meet my eyes； then I smiled and nodded。 I never confronted Galen about his attempt to send me to my