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toward the town of Buckkeep。 We dropped farther and farther behind them as new scents demanded that Nosy investigate and then urinate at every corner； until it was just he and I wandering in the city。
Buckkeep then was a windy； raw place。 The streets were steep and crooked； with paving stones that rocked and shifted out of place under the weight of passing carts。 The wind blasted my inland nostrils with the scent of beached kelp and fish guts； while the keening of the gulls and seabirds was an eerie melody above the rhythmic shushing of the waves。 The town clings to the rocky black cliffs much like limpets and barnacles cling to the pilings and quays that venture out into the bay。 The houses were of stone and wood； with the more elaborate wooden ones built higher up the rocky face and cut more deeply into it。
Buckkeep Town was relatively quiet pared with the festivity and crowds up in the keep。 Neither of us had the sense or experience to know the waterfront town was not the best place for a six…year…old and a puppy to wander。 Nosy and I explored eagerly； sniffing our way down Bakers' Street and through a near…deserted market and then along the warehouses and boat sheds that were the lowest level of the town。 Here the water was close； and we walked on wooden piers as often as we did sand and stone。 Business here was going on as usual with little allowance for the carnival atmosphere up in the keep。 Ships must dock and unload as the rising and falling of the tides allow； and those who fish for a living must follow the schedules of the finned creatures； not those of men。
We soon encountered children； some busy at the lesser tasks of their parents' crafts； but some idlers like ourselves。 I fell in easily with them； with little need for introductions or any of the adult pleasantries。 Most of them were older than I； but several were as young or younger。 None of them seemed to think it odd I should be out and about on my own。 I was introduced to all the important sights of the city； including the swollen body of a cow that had washed up at the last tide。 We visited a new fishing boat under construction at a dock littered with curling shavings and strong smelling pitch spills。 A fish…smoking rack left carelessly untended furnished a midday repast for a half dozen of us。 If the children I was with were more ragged and boisterous than those who passed at their chores； I did not notice。 And had anyone told me I was passing the day with a pack of beggar brats denied entrance to the keep because of their light…fingered ways； I would have been shocked。 At the time I knew only that it was suddenly a lively and pleasant day； full of places to go and things to do。
There were a few youngsters； larger and more rambunctious； who would have taken the opportunity to set the newer on his ear had Nosy not been with me and showing his teeth at the first aggressive shove。 But as I did not show any signs of wanting to challenge their leadership； I was allowed to follow。 I was suitably impressed by all their secrets； and I would venture to say that by the end of the long afternoon； I knew the poorer quarter of town better than many who had grown up above it。
I was not asked for a name； but simply was called Newboy。 The others had names as simple as Dirk or Kerry； or as descriptive as Nitpicker and Nosebleed。 The last might have been a pretty little thing in better circumstances。 She was a year or two older than I； but very outspoken and quick…witted。 She got into one dispute with a big boy of twelve； but she showed no fear of his fists； and her sharp…tongued taunts soon had everyone laughing at him。 She took her victory calmly and left me awed with her toughness。 But the bruises on her face and thin arms were layered in shades of purple； blue； and yellow； while a crust of dried blood below one ear belied her name。 Even so； Nosebleed was a lively one； her voice shriller than the gulls that wheeled above us。 Late afternoon found Kerry； Nosebleed； and me on a rocky shore beyond the net menders' racks； with Nosebleed teaching me to scour the rocks for tight…clinging sheel。 These she levered off expertly with a sharpened stick。 She was showing me how to use a nail to pry the chewy inmates out of their shells when another girl hailed us with a shout。
The neat blue cloak that blew around her and the leather shoes on her feet set her apart from my panions。 Nor did she e to join our harvesting； but only came close enough to call； 〃Molly； Molly； he's looking for you； high and low。 He waked up near sober an hour ago； and took to calling you names as soon as he found you gone and the fire out。〃
A look mixed of defiance and fear passed over Nosebleed's face。 〃Run away； Kittne； but take my thanks with you。 I'll remember you next time the tides bare the kelpcrab beds。〃
Kittne ducked her head in a brief acknowledgment and immediately turned and hastened back the way she had e。
〃Are you in trouble？〃 I asked Nosebleed when she did not go back to turning over stones for sheels。
〃Trouble？〃 She gave a snort of disdain。 〃That depends。 If my father can stay sober long enough to find me； I might be in for a bit of it。 More than likely he'll be drunk enough tonight that not a one of whatever he hurls at me will hit。 More than likely！〃 she repeated firmly when Kerry opened his mouth to object to this。 And with that she turned back to the rocky beach and our search for sheel。
We were crouched over a many…legged gray creature that we found stranded in a tide pool when the crunch of a heavy boot on the barnacled rocks brought all our heads up。 With a shout Kerry fled down the beach； never pausing to look back。 Nosy and I sprang back； Nosy crowding against me； teeth bared bravely as his tail tickled his cowardly little belly。 Molly Nosebleed was either not so fast to react or resigned to what was to e。 A gangly man caught her a smack on the side of the head。 He was a skinny man； red nosed and rawboned； so that his fist was like a knot at the end of his bony arm； but the blow was still enough to send Molly sprawling。 Barnacles cut into her wind…reddened knees； and when she crabbed aside to avoid the clumsy kick he aimed at her； I winced at the salty sand that packed the new cuts。
〃Faithless little musk cat！ Didn't I tell you to stay and tend to the dipping！ And here I find you mucking about on the beach； with the tallow gone hard in the pot。 They'll be wanting more tapers up at the keep this night； and what am I to sell them？〃
〃The three dozen I set this morning。 That was all you left me wicking for； you drunken old sot！〃 Molly got to her feet and stood bravely despite her brimming eyes。 〃What was I to do？ Burn up all the fuel to keep the tallow soft so that when you finally gave me wicking； we'd have no way to heat the kettle？〃
The wind gusted and the man swayed shallowly against it。 It brought us a whiff of him。 Sweat and beer； Nosy informed me sagely。 For a moment the man looked regretful； but then the pain of his sour belly and aching head hardened him。 He stooped suddenly and seized a whitened branch of driftwood。 〃You won't talk to me like that； you wild brat！ Down here with the beggar boys； doing El knows what！ Stealing from the smoke racks again； I'll wager； and bringing more shame to me！ Dare to run； and you'll have it twice when I catch you。〃
She must have believed him； for she only cowered as he advanced on her； putting up her thin arms to shield her head and then seeming to think better of it； and hiding only her face with her hands。 I stood transfixed in horror while Nosy yelped with my terror and wet himself at my feet。 I heard the swish of the driftwood knob as the club descended。 My heart leaped sideways in my chest and I pushed at the man； the force jerking out oddly from my belly。
He fell； as had the keg man the day before。 But this man fell clutching at his chest； his driftwood weapon spinning harmlessly away。 He dropped to the sand； gave a twitch that spasmed his whole body； and then was still。
An instant later Molly unscrewed her eyes； shrinking from the blow she still expected。 She saw her father collapsed on the rocky beach； and amazement emptied her face。 She leaped toward him； crying； 〃Papa； Papa； are you all right？ Please； don't die； I'm sorry I'm such a wicked girl！ Don't die； I'll be good； I promise I'll be good。〃 Heedless of her bleeding knees； she knelt beside him； turning his face so he wouldn't breathe in sand； and then vainly trying to sit him up。
〃He was going to kill you；〃 I told her； trying to make sense of the whole situation。
〃No。 He hits me； a bit； when I am bad； but he'd never kill me。 And when he is sober and not sick； he cries about it and begs me not be too bad and make him angry。 I should take more care not to anger him。 Oh； Newboy； I think he's dead。〃
I wasn't sure myself； but in a moment he gave an awful groan and opened his eyes a bit。 Whatever fit had felled him seemed to have passed。 Dazedly he accepted Molly's self…accusations and anxious help； and even my reluctant aid。 He leaned on the two of us as we wove our way down the rocky beach over the uneven footing。 Nosy followed us； by turns b
