"But why didn't they take anyone else?" I protested.

"Because you are the only Skill-sensitive one among us," she pointed out.

"Are they Skill-wrought as well?" I asked her bluntly.

She met my glance. "I looked at the guidepost by daylight. It is hewn of black stone with wide threads of shining crystal in it. Like the walls of the city you describe. Did you touch both posts?"

I was silent a moment, thinking. "I believe so."

She shrugged. "Well, there you are. A Skill-imbued object can retain the intent of its maker. Those posts were erected to make travel easier for those who could master them."

"I've never heard of such things. How do you know them?"

"I am only speculating on what seems obvious to me," she told me stubbornly. "And that is all I am going to say. I'm going to sleep. I'm exhausted. We all spent the entire night and most of the day looking for you and worrying about you. What hours we could rest, that wolf never stopped howling."

Howling?

I called you. You did not answer.

I did not hear you, or I would have tried.

I begin to fear, little brother. Forces pull at you, taking you to places I cannot follow, closing your mind to mine. This, right now, is as close as I have ever come to being accepted into a pack. But if I lost you, even it would be lost to me.

You will not lose me, I promised him, but I wondered if it was a promise I could keep. "Fitz?" Kettricken asked in a nudging voice.

"I am here," I assured her.

"Let us look at the map you copied."

I took it out and she drew out her own map. We compared the two. It was hard to find any similarities, but the scales of the maps were different. At last we decided that the piece I had copied down in the city bore a superficial resemblance to the portion of trail that was drawn on Kettricken's map. "This place," I gestured to one destination marked on her map, "would seem to be the city. If that is so, then this corresponds to this, and this to this."

The map Verity had set out with had been a copy of this older, faded map. On that one the trail I now thought of as the Skill road had been marked, but oddly, as a path that began suddenly in the Mountains and ended abruptly at three separate destinations. The significance of those endpoints had once been marked on the map, but those markings had faded into inky smears. Now we had the map I had copied in the city, with those three endpoints on it also. One had been the city itself. The other two were now our concern.

Kettricken studied the glyphs I had copied from the city's map. "I've seen such markings, from time to time," she admitted uneasily. "No one truly reads them anymore. A handful of them are still known. One encounters them mostly in odd places. In a few places in the Mountains, there are raised stones that have such marks. There are some at the west end of the Great Chasm Bridge. No one knows when they were carved, or why. Some are thought to mark graves, but others say they marked land boundaries."

"Can you read any of them?" I asked her.

"A few… They are used in a challenge game. Some are stronger than others…" Her voice trailed off as she studied my scratchings. "None match exactly the ones I know," she said at last, disappointment heavy in her voice. "This one is almost like the one for 'stone.' But the others I have never seen at all."

"Well, it's one of the ones that was marked here." I tried to make my voice cheery. "Stone" conveyed nothing at all to me. "It seems closest to where we are. Shall we go there next?"

"I would have liked to see the city," the Fool said softly. "I should have liked to see the dragon, too."

I nodded slowly. "It is a place and a thing worth seeing. Much knowledge is there, if only we had the time to ferret it out. Did not I have Verity always in my head with his 'Come to me, come to me' I think I would have been more curious to explore." I had said nothing to them of my dreams of Molly and Chade. Those were private things, as was my ache to be home with her again.

"Doubtless you would have," Kettle agreed. "And doubtless gotten yourself into more trouble that way. I wonder, did he so bind you to keep you on the road and protect you from distractions?"

I would have challenged her again on her knowledge, had not the Fool repeated softly, "I would have liked to see the city."

"We should all sleep now. We are up at first light, to travel hard tomorrow. It heartens me to think that Verity had been there before FitzChivalry, even as it fills me with foreboding. We must get to him quickly. I can no longer stand wondering each night why he never returned."

"Comes the Catalyst, to make stone of flesh and flesh of stone. At his touch shall be wakened the dragons of the earth. The sleeping city shall tremble and waken to him. Comes the Catalyst." The Fool's voice was dreamy.

"The writings of White Damir," Kettle added reverently. She looked at me and for a moment was annoyed. "Hundreds of years of writings and prophecies and they all terminate in you?"

"Not my fault," I said inanely. I was already tucking my way into my blankets. I thought longingly of the almost warm day I had had. The wind was blowing and I felt chilled to the bone.

I was drowsing off when the Fool reached over to pat my face with a warm hand. "Good you're alive," he muttered.

"Thank you," I said. I was summoning up Kettle's game board and pieces in an effort to keep my mind to myself for the night. I had just begun to contemplate the problem. Suddenly I sat up, exclaiming, "Your hand is warm! Fool! Your hand is warm!"

"Go to sleep," Starling chided me in an offended tone.

I ignored her. I dragged the blanket down from the Fool's face and touched his cheek. His eyes opened slowly. "You're warm," I told him. "Are you all right?"

"I don't feel warm," he informed me miserably. "I feel cold. And very, very tired."

I began building up the fire in the brazier hastily. Around me the others were stirring. Starling across the tent had sat up and was peering at me through the gloom.

"The Fool is never warm," I told them, trying to make them understand my urgency. "Always, when you touch his skin, it is cool. Now he's warm."

"Indeed?" Starling asked in an oddly sarcastic voice.

"Is he ill?" Kettle asked tiredly.

"I don't know. I've never known him to be ill in my whole life."

"I am seldom ill," the Fool corrected me quietly. "But this is a fever I have known before. Lie down and sleep, Fitz. I'll be all right. I expect the fever will have burned out by morning."

"Whether it has or not, we must travel tomorrow morning," Kettricken said implacably. "We have already lost a day lingering here."

"Lost a day?" I exclaimed, almost angrily. "Gained a map, or more detail for one, and knowledge that Verity had been to the city. For myself, I doubt not that he went there as I did, and perhaps returned to this very spot. We have not lost a day, Kettricken, but gained all the days it would have taken us to find a way down to what remains of the road down there and then tramp to the city. And back again. As I recall, you had proposed spending a day just to seek for a way down that slide. Well, we did, and we found the way." I paused. I took a breath and imposed calm on my voice. "I will not seek to force any of you to my will. But if the Fool is not well enough to travel tomorrow, I shall not travel either."

A glint came into Kettricken's eyes, and I braced myself for battle. But the Fool forestalled it. "I shall travel tomorrow, well or not," he assured us both.

"That's settled, then," Kettricken said swiftly. Then, in a more humane voice she asked, "Fool, is there anything I can do for you? I would not use you so harshly, were not the need so great. I have not forgotten, and never shall, that without you I would never have reached Jhaampe alive."