So, he thought I was one of Swift's problems/1 looked away. Ill deal with him,' I said.

Web sighed wearily. 'I'll leave him to you, then.'

Web returned to the table and the Witted coterie's conversation. After a time, they all left. The Prince resumed rehearsing his speech. By the time Swift returned with blankets and a mug of water for Thick, I'd combed through Dutiful's collection of scrolls and selected several I thought would benefit Swift. To my surprise, I found some I hadn't seen before; Chade must have acquired them just before we sailed. They dealt with Out Island society and customs. I chose the simpler ones for Swift.

I made Thick as comfortable as I could. His fever was rising. The hotter he became the more fantastic the music he Skilled. He still hadn't taken in any food, but at least he'd lost the will to fight me as I held the mug to his mouth and made sure that he drank it all. I settled him again, tucking the blankets snugly around him, and wondering how the heat of a fever could make a man think he was cold.

When I finished, I glanced up to find Swift looking at us in distaste. 'He smells funny,' the boy complained to my reproving glance.

'He's sick.' I pointed at the floor as I resumed my seat at the edge of Thick's bed. 'Sit there. And read aloud to us, quietly, from that scroll. No, the one with the frayed edge, there. Yes, that one.'

'What is it?' he asked needlessly as he untied the scroll and opened it.

'It's a description of the history and people of the Out Islands.'

'Why do I need to read this?'

I ticked the reasons off on my fingers. 'Because you need to

practise your reading. Because we are going there, and it behoves you to know something about the people there so you don't shame your prince. Because the history of the Six Duchies is entwined with that of the Out Islands. And because I said so.'

He lowered his eyes but I sensed no mellowing toward me. I had to prompt him again before he began reading it. But once he began, I think he interested himself. The rise and fall of his boyish voice was soothing. I let my thoughts float on the sound, barely taking in the sense of the words.

He was still reading when Chade entered. Ostensibly, I paid no attention to the old man while he conferred quietly with the Prince. Then Dutiful Skill-touched me. Chade would like you to dismiss Swift for a time, so we could speak freely here.

A moment.

I nodded as if to myself over whatever Swift had just read. When he drew breath, I reached out to touch his shoulder. That's enough for today. You can go. But I will be here tomorrow, and so should you be. I'll expect you.'

'Yes sir.' There was no anticipation, no resignation in his voice. Just a flat acknowledgement. I suppressed a sigh- He went to the Prince, made his courtesy and was dismissed. At a Skill-nudge from me, Dutiful let him know that he thought education a desirable advantage for every man, and that he, too, wished to see Swift at his lessons every day. He received the same lacklustre assent that I had, and then Swift went his way.

The door had scarcely closed behind him before Chade was at my side. 'How is he?' he asked gravely as he touched Thick's face.

'Feverish and coughing. He has taken water but no food.'

Chade sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. He felt Thick's throat just under his jaw and then slipped his hand inside his collar, assessing his fever. 'For how long,' he asked me, 'has he been fasting?-'

'It has been at least three days since he took any substantial food that stayed with him.'

Chade breathed out noisily. 'Well, that is where we must begin. Get nourishment into him. Salty broths, thick with soft meat and vegetables.'

I nodded, but Thick groaned and turned his face to the wall. His music had an odd floating quality to it. It seemed to fade into a distance, as if it were leaking into a place I could not access.

Chade's hand on my wrist distracted me. What did you do to him, last night? Did you cause this sickness, do you think?

His query shocked me and I answered it aloud. 'No. No, I think this is just the result of his seasickness, his nights on deck in the rain and a lack of food.'

Thick had, perhaps, been aware of our Skilling. He rolled his head toward us and looked at me balefully. Then his eyes sank shut again.

Chade moved away, motioning for me to follow. He sank down onto a well-padded bench built beneath one of the windows and indicated I should sit close beside him. The Prince had been setting out game pieces for stones. Now he lifted his gaze to regard us curiously.

'Strange, that speaking softly may be the best way to keep this private.' Chade pointed out the window as if bidding me observe something. I leaned forward and nodded. He smiled, and spoke quietly near my ear. 'I could not sleep last night. I've been practising Skill-exercises on my own. I fancy that I've become more attuned to it. Thick's music was strong and wild. Then, I sensed something . . . someone. You, I thought. But there was another presence, one I thought I had glimpsed before. It grew stronger, more masterful; then Thick's music calmed.'

A part of me was astounded that Chade was strong enough in the Skill to have witnessed anything. I didn't think fast enough and I was silent for too long before I asked innocently, 'Another presence?'

Chade smiled toothily. 'Nettle, I think. You are bringing her into the coterie this way?'

'Not really,' I said. And it was like a wall collapsing, this surrendering of my secret to Chade. I resented it, and yet I could not deny the relief that I felt to speak of it. I was tired of my secrets, I realized abruptly. Too tired to protect them any more. Let him know of Nettle and her strength. It didn't mean I'd allow her to be used. 'I asked a favour of her. I needed to let her

know that Swift was safe and that I'd watch over him. Before we left Buckkeep, I'd told her that he was coming home, because that was what I believed. When I discovered he'd come aboard with Web, well ... I couldn't leave her in suspense, wondering if her brother were dead in a ditch somewhere.'

'Of course not,' Chade murmured. His eyes glinted with hunger for information. I fed it.

'In return, I asked that she soothe Thick's nightmare. She seems very skilled at controlling her own dreams. Last night, she proved capable of controlling someone else's.'

I watched his face as avidly as he watched mine. I saw him ponder the possible uses of such a thing; saw sparks kindle as he recognized how powerful a weapon it could be. To take control of the images in a man's mind, to guide his unguarded thoughts into channels grim and daunting, or uplifting and lovely . . . what could not be done with such a tool? One could craze a man with nightly terrors, inspire a wedding alliance based on romantic dreams, or poison an alliance with suspicions.

'No,' I said quietly. 'Nettle is unaware of the power of what she does. She does not even know it is the Skill she plies. I will not bring her into the coterie, Chade.' And then I told the most cunningly crafted lie I could swiftly fashion. Had he been aware of it, Chade would have been proud of me. 'She will work best for us as a solo, uncognizant of the full import of what she does. She will remain more tractable so. Even as I was, when I worked as an unknowing youth.'

He nodded gravely, not bothering to deny the truth of it. I saw then a blind spot in my mentor. He had loved me, and yet still used me, and still permitted me to be used. Perhaps, just as he had been used. He did not guess that I would shield Nettle from such a fate. 'I'm glad you have come to see that that is for the best,' he said approvingly.

'What's out there?' the Prince asked curiously. He rose to come and stare out of the window. Chade replied some nonsense about us playing tricks with our eyes, seeing first the ships as moving upon the water and then blinking, to make the water move beneath the ships.