Chapter 65 Chapter 65 This is another mystery

"Yeah." I remember Chade bringing this up a while ago. "How do you find out their names?" "My father remembers some, the members of the last group of Skill parties who served King Bountiful. I don't remember much of the rest, because I was young at the time, and some I asked when I was talking to the elders in the castle. I asked them to recall what rumors had revealed who had been trained in the Skill. Of course I did not say so much to ask the question, and I have never and still want to let others know of my mission." "May I ask why?" He frowned and nodded at the map. "I'm not as bright as your father, boy. A chivalry can leap and think with magical intuitions, but I can only find forms. Don't you see every Skill user I track down, if they are dead Just can't find it anymore? I always feel that if I find a Skill user, and the name of the Skill user is known, it will be bad for him."

We sat in silence for a while.He let me draw my own conclusions, and I was smart enough not to say it. "And what about the ancient spirits?" I finally asked. "That's another mystery. I presume that the records were well documented at the time, and that all the people knew who they were, so I speculate. Like if you found a scroll detailing horses, except for many more indirect descriptions, There are plenty of records directly related to horseshoes, or pedigree records about a stallion, etc., but who among us would take the time and energy to write down what a horse looks like stroke by stroke? "

"I understand." "So it's filtering details again, and I don't have time for such a task myself." He sat looking at me for a moment, then opened a small stone chest on the table and produced a key. "There is a cabinet in my bedroom," he said slowly, "and there are some scrolls in it. Some scrolls contain indirect descriptions about the ancient spirits, and others are related to the Skill. Use this key to open the cabinet and take out these scrolls. Study. Get some good paper from Federen, write notes on what you find, find out the common pattern of those notes, and bring them to me every month.”

I hold the little brass key with the weight of a task that the Fool mentioned and Verity confirmed.Find patterns, Verity suggested.I suddenly saw a pattern, a web woven from me by the Fool towards Verity and back again, like Verity's other patterns, which did not appear to be pure coincidence, and I wondered who created this mode. I glanced at Verity, but his thoughts were far from here, so I got up quietly and left. When I walked to the door, he said to me: "Come and find me in my beacon tower early tomorrow morning." "Your Highness?" "We may find another Skill user, inconspicuously among us."

Perhaps the most destructive part of our Red Ship campaign was the unbearable sense of helplessness, like a dreadful wave of powerlessness, over the land and over its leaders.The incomprehensible tactics of the robbers left us at a loss for the first year of the incident.In the second year of the raids we tried to defend ourselves, but our combat skills were unfamiliar because they were always used against opportunistic or desperate raiders who came by by chance.We are childlike immature compared to pirate groups who carefully survey our coasts, beacon positions, tides and currents.Only the Skill of Prince Verity protects us.How many ships he has strayed, how many navigators have wondered, how many helmsmen he has confused, we will never know, only because his people cannot understand what he has done for them; The Zhanyuan family does not seem to have made any effort to defend the country.One sees only successful raids, not warships that run aground and sail too far south in a storm.The people lost faith, and while the Inner Duchies were annoyed at paying taxes to secure a coastline they didn't share, the Maritime Duchies had to pay taxes that didn't seem to improve the situation.So if people's enthusiasm for Verity ships ebbs and flows with their assessment of Verity's reality, we really can't blame them.Looks like this is going to be the longest winter of my life.

I walked from Verity's study to Kettricken's quarters.I knocked on the door, and I was let in by the little maid, Rosemary, with her happy little face and curly hair that reminded me of some kind of lakeside faerie.The atmosphere in the room was soft, and several ladies who accompanied Kettricken sat around a white linen cloth, weaving flower-shaped patterns on the edge of the cloth with brightly colored threads.I've seen similar work at Master Ji Jingfeng's house, and usually the activity seems pleasant, with friendly gossip about people sewing brightly colored thread onto thick cloth.But here, the whole room was almost silent, the ladies bowed their heads and sewed with skill and effort, and there was no joyful conversation at all.Fragrant pink and green candles were burning in every corner of the room, and the faint aroma fused into bursts of fragrance in front of the weaving.

Kettricken was equally busy knitting and supervising everyone's work, and the silence in the room seemed to be caused by her.Her face was calm and peaceful, and she almost built a wall around her with a calm expression. Although she looked very happy and her eyes were very kind, I felt that she was a little absent-minded, like a container filled with cold water.She wore a simple green robe that looked more of the Mountains than of Buckkeep.She put the jewelry aside and looked up at me with a questioning smile that made me feel like an intruder interrupting the teaching session between teacher and student.So, in addition to saying hello, I have to explain why I am here, and then I speak in a proper manner, and pay attention to every lady who looks at me.

"My queen, Crown Prince Verity has sent me to bring you a message." Her eyes seemed to be touched by something, and then calmed down again. "Okay." She said calmly.No one stopped sewing, but I'm sure everyone's ears are pricked up to hear what news I've got. "There used to be a garden at the top of the Beacon Tower, the Queen's Garden. Prince Verity said that there used to be many potted plants, aquatic plants, fish ponds, and wind chimes. This garden belonged to his mother, I and he wants you to have the garden." The atmosphere became even more silent. Kettricken opened her eyes wide and asked cautiously, "Are you sure he said that?"

"Of course, my queen." I wondered how she reacted like that. "He said it would be nice to see someone re-establish the garden. There was a lot of affection in his tone, especially the thyme beds in full bloom." The smile on Kettricken's face bloomed like a flower petal, and then she raised her hand to her mouth and took a breath through her trembling fingers. Blood color appeared on her pale face, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkled. "I must go and see!" She stood up abruptly. "Rosemary? Please bring me my cloak and gloves." She looked around her ladies. "Why don't you put on your cloak and gloves too and go out with me?"