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r the supports of his tabletops。 It rotted and stank and made flies for days before he found it。
I learned a smattering of trades in my travels： fish buying； net mending； boat building； and idling。 I learned even more of human nature。 I became a quick judge of who would actually pay the promised penny for a message delivered； and who would just laugh at me when I came to collect。 I knew which baker could be begged from； and which shops were easiest to thieve from。 And through it all； Nosy was at my side； so bonded to me now that I seldom separated my mind pletely from his。 I used his nose； his eyes； and his jaws as freely as my own； and never thought it the least bit strange。
So the better part of the summer passed。 But one fine day； with the sun riding a sky bluer than the sea； my good fortune came at last to an end。 Molly； Kerry； and I had pilfered a fine string of liver sausages from a smokehouse and were fleeing down the street with the rightful owner in pursuit。 Nosy was with us； as always。 The other children had e to accept him as a part of me。 I don't think it ever occurred to them to wonder at our singleness of mind。 Newboy and Nosy we were； and they probably thought it but a clever trick that Nosy would know before I threw where to be to catch our shared bounty。 Thus there were actually four of us； racing down the cluttered street； passing the sausages from grubby hand to damp jaws and back to hand again while behind us the owner bellowed and chased us in vain。
Then Burrich stepped out of a shop。
I was running toward him。 We recognized one another in a moment of mutual dismay。 The blackness of the look that appeared on his face left me no doubts about my conduct。 Flee； I decided in a breath； and dodged away from his reaching hands； only to discover in sudden befuddlement that I had somehow run right into him。
I do not like to dwell on what happened next。 I was soundly cuffed； not only by Burrich but by the enraged owner of the sausages。 All my fellow culprits save Nosy evaporated into the nooks and crannies of the street。 Nosy came bellying up to Burrich； to be cuffed and scolded。 I watched in agony as Burrich took coins from his pouch to pay the sausage man。 He kept a grip on the back of my shirt that nearly lifted me off my feet。 When the sausage man had departed and the little crowd who had gathered to watch my disfiture was dispersing； he finally released me。 I wondered at the look of disgust he gave me。 With one more backhanded cuff on the back of my head； he manded； 〃Get home。 Now。〃
We did； more speedily than ever we had before。 We found our pallet before the hearth and waited in trepidation。 And waited； and waited； through the long afternoon and into early evening。 Both of us got hungry； but knew better than to leave。 There had been something in Burrich's face more frightening than even the anger of Molly's papa。
When Burrich did e； the full night was in place。 We heard his step on the stair； and I did not need Nosy's keener senses to know that Burrich had been drinking。 We shrank in on ourselves as he let himself into the dimmed room。 His breathing was heavy； and it took him longer than usual to kindle several tapers from the single one I had set out。 That done； he dropped onto a bench and regarded the two of us。 Nosy whined and then fell over on his side in puppy supplication。 I longed to do the same； but contented myself with looking up at him fearfully。 After a moment he spoke。
〃Fitz。 What's to e of you？ What's to e of us both？ Running with beggar thieves in the streets； with the blood of kings in your veins。 Packing up like animals。〃
I didn't speak。
〃And me as much to blame as you； I suppose。 e here； then。 e here； boy。〃
I ventured a step or two closer。 I didn't like ing too close。
Burrich frowned at my caution。 〃Are you hurt； boy？〃
I shook my head。
〃Then e here。〃
I hesitated； and Nosy whined in an agony of indecision。
Burrich glanced down at him in puzzlement。 I could see his mind working through a wine…induced haze。 His eyes went from the pup to me and back again； and a sickened look spread across his face。 He shook his head。 Slowly he stood and walked away from the table and the pup； favoring his damaged leg。 In the corner of the chamber there was a small rack； supporting an assortment of dusty tools and objects。 Slowly Burrich reached up and took one down。 It was made of wood and leather； stiff with disuse。 He swung it； and the short leather lash smacked smartly against his leg。 〃Know what this is； boy？〃 he asked gently； in a kind voice。
I shook my head mutely。
〃Dog whip。〃
I looked at him blankly。 There was nothing in my experience or Nosy's to tell me how to react to this。 He must have seen my confusion。 He smiled genially and his voice remained friendly； but I sensed something hidden in his manner； something waiting。
〃It's a tool； Fitz。 A teaching device。 When you get a pup that won't mind … when you say to a pup； 'e here；' and the pup refuses to e … well； a few sharp lashes from this； and the pup learns to listen and obey the first time。 Just a few sharp cuts is all it takes to make a pup learn to mind。〃 He spoke casually as he lowered the whip and let the short lash dance lightly over the floor。 Neither Nosy nor I could take our eyes off it； and when he suddenly flipped the whole object at Nosy； the pup gave a yelp of terror and leaped back from it； and then rushed to cower behind me。
And Burrich slowly sank down； covering his eyes as he folded himself onto a bench by the fireplace。 〃Oh； Eda；〃 he breathed； between a curse and a prayer。 〃I guessed； I suspected； when I saw you running together like that； but damn El's eyes； I didn't want to be right。 I didn't want to be right。 I've never hit a pup with that damn thing in my life。 Nosy had no reason to fear it。 Not unless you'd been sharing minds with him。〃
Whatever the danger had been； I sensed that it had passed。 I sank down to sit beside Nosy； who crawled up into my lap and nosed at my face anxiously。 I quieted him； suggesting we wait and see what happened next。 Boy and pup； we sat； watching Burrich's stillness。 When he finally raised his face； I was astounded to see that he looked as if he had been crying。 Like my mother； I remember thinking； but oddly I cannot now recall an image of her weeping。 Only of Burrich's grieved face。
〃Fitz。 Boy。 e here；〃 he said softly； and this time there was something in his voice that could not be disobeyed。 I rose and went to him； Nosy at my heels。 〃No；〃 he said to the pup； and pointed to a place by his boot； but me he lifted onto the bench beside him。
〃Fitz；〃 he began； and then paused。 He took a deep breath and started again。 〃Fitz； this is wrong。 It's bad； very bad； what you've been doing with this pup。 It's unnatural。 It's worse than stealing or lying。 It makes a man less than a man。 Do you understand me？〃
I looked at him blankly。 He sighed and tried again。
〃Boy； you're of the royal blood。 Bastard or not； you're Chivalry's own son； of the old line。 And this thing you're doing； it's wrong。 It's not worthy of you。 Do you understand？〃
I shook my head mutely。
〃There； you see。 You're not talking anymore。 Now talk to me。 Who taught you to do this？〃
I tried。 〃Do what？〃 My voice felt creaky and rough。
Burrich's eyes grew rounder。 I sensed his effort at control。 〃You know what I mean。 Who taught you to be with the dog； in his mind； seeing things with him； letting him see with you； telling each other things？〃
I mulled this over for a moment。 Yes； that was what had been happening。 〃No one；〃 I answered at last。 〃It just happened。 We were together a lot；〃 I added； thinking that might explain it。
Burrich regarded me gravely。 〃You don't speak like a child；〃 he observed suddenly。 〃But I've heard that was the way of it； with those who had the old Wit。 That from the beginning； they were never truly children。 They always knew too much； and as they got older they knew even more。 That was why it was never accounted a crime； in the old days； to hunt them down and burn them。 Do you understand what I'm telling you； Fitz？〃
I shook my head； and when he frowned at my silence； I forced myself to add； 〃But I'm trying。 What is the old Wit？〃
Burrich looked incredulous； then suspicious。 〃Boy！〃 he threatened me； but I only looked at him。 After a moment he conceded my ignorance。
〃The old Wit；〃 he began slowly。 His face darkened； and he looked down at his hands as if remembering an old sin。 〃It's the power of the beast blood； just as the Skill es from the line of kings。 It starts out like a blessing； giving you the tongues of the animals。 But then it seizes you and draws you down； makes you a beast like the rest of them。 Until finally there's not a shred of humanity in you； and you run and give tongue and taste blood； as if the pack were all you had ever known。 Until no man could look on you and think you had ever been a man。〃 His voice had gotten lower and lower as he spoke； and he had not looked at me； but had turned to the fire and stared into the failing flames there。 〃There's some as say a man takes on the shape of a beast then； but he kills with a man's passion rather than a beast's simple hunger。 Kills for the killing 。。。
〃Is that what you want； Fitz？ To take the blood of kings that's in you； and drown it in the blood of the wild hunt？
To be as a beast among beasts； simply for the sake of the knowledge it brings you？ Worse yet； think on what es before。 Will the scent of fresh blood touch off your temper； will the sight of prey shut down your thoughts？〃 His voice grew softer still； and I heard the sickness he felt as he asked me； 〃Will you wake fevered and asweat because somewhere a bitch is in season and your panion scents it？ Will that be the knowledge you take to your lady's bed？〃
I sat small beside him。 〃I do not know；〃 I said in a little voice。
He turned to face me； outraged。 〃You don't know？〃 he growled。 〃I tell you where it will lead； and you say you don't know？〃
My tongue was dry in my mouth and Nosy cowered at my feet。 〃But I don't kn
