“FitzChivalry?”
I would never get used to hearing that name from her. I sighed. “The King asked us not to speak of it. But … yes, a child was killed by Forged ones. And I was there, too late. It was the ugliest, saddest thing I have ever witnessed.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just so hard, not knowing.”
“I know..” I reached out to touch her hair. She leaned her head against my hand. “I told you once that I had dreamed of you, at Siltbay. I journeyed from the Mountain Kingdom, all the way back to Buckkeep, not knowing if you had survived. Sometimes I thought the burning house had fallen on the cellar; other times, I thought the woman with the sword had finished you ….”
Molly looked at me levelly. “When the house fell, a great wind of sparks and smoke whooshed toward us. It blinded her, but my back was to it. I … I killed her with the ax.” She suddenly started to tremble. “I told no one of it. No one. How did you know?”
“I dreamed it.” I pulled gently at her hand and she came down on the bed beside me. I put my arms around her, and felt her trembling still. “I have true dreams, sometimes. Not often,” I told her quietly.
She drew back a little from me. Her eyes searched my face. “You would not lie to me about this, Newboy?”
The question hurt, but I deserved it. “No. This is not a lie. I promise you that. And I promise that I shall never lie-”
Her fingers stopped my lips. “I hope to spend the rest of my life with you. Make me no promises that you cannot keep for the rest of your days.” Her other hand went to the lacing of my shirt. It was my turn to tremble.