All the time. Regal knew everything. I couldn't have smuggled an oat out of the stable that day, let alone three horses, a litter, and a mule. There were Farrow guards everywhere, trying to look as if they had just come down to inspect the empty stalls. I dared not go to you to tell you. So, in the end, I waited until the feasting had begun, until Regal had crowned himself and thought he had won. Then I slipped out and went for the only two horses I could get. Sooty and Ruddy. I'd hidden them at the smith's, to make sure Regal couldn't sell them off as well. The only food I could get was what I could pilfer from the guardroom. It was the only thing I could think to do."

"And Queen Kettricken and the Fool got away on them." The names fell strangely off my tongue. I did not want to think of them, to recall them at all. When I had last seen the Fool, he had been weeping and accusing me of killing his king. I had insisted he flee in the King's place, to save his life. It was not the best parting memory to carry of one I had called my friend.

"Yes." Burrich brought the pot of porridge to the table and set it there to thicken. "Chade and the wolf guided them to me. I wanted to go with them, but I couldn't. I'd only have slowed them down. My leg … I knew I couldn't keep up with the horses for long, and riding double in that weather would have exhausted the horses. I had to just let them go." A silence. Then he growled, lower than a wolf's growl, "If ever I found out who betrayed us to Regal …"

"I did."

His eyes locked on mine, a look of horror and incredulity on his face. I looked at my hands. They were starting to tremble.

"I was stupid. It was my fault. The Queen's little maid, Rosemary. Always about, always underfoot. She must have been Regal's spy. She heard me tell the Queen to be ready, that King Shrewd would be going with her. She heard me tell Kettricken to dress warmly. Regal would have to guess from that that she would be fleeing Buckkeep. He'd know she'd need horses. And perhaps she did more than spy. Perhaps she took a basket of poisoned treats to an old woman. Perhaps she greased a stair tread she knew her queen would soon descend."