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Fools Fate, Page 20

Robin Hobb


  We have to end this somehow. Now, before anyone adds their spoken approval to his words. Chade's thin Skilling sounded desperate.

  No one else stepped forward into the speaking circle. No one had a solution to offer. The longer the silence stretched, the more charged the room became. I knew Chade was right. We needed time to think of a diplomatic solution to our position. And if there wasn't one, we still needed time to discover how many of the Outislander clans would actively oppose us and how many would simply disapprove. Given the disapproval of the other clans, would the Narcheska persist in her challenge to Dutiful or would she withdraw it? Could she honorably recall it? Here we were, not even a full day on this island's soil and already we seemed on the verge of confrontation.

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  Adding to my discomfort was that I was becoming aware of Dutiful's need to urinate. I started to shield myself from his Skill, and then had a different idea. I recalled how Thick's uneasiness aboard the ship had spread to infect the sailors. I wondered if Dutiful's current discomfort could be used in a like manner.

  I opened myself to his unwitting sending, amplified it, and then sent my Skill-questing out through the room. None of the Outislanders that I touched had any strong aptitude for the Skill, but many were susceptible to its influence in varying degrees. Once Verity had used a similar technique to baffle Red Ship navigators, convincing them that they'd already passed key landmarks and thus sending their ships onto the rocks. Now I used it to end this Hetgurd gathering by reminding every man my Skill could touch of his urgent need to empty his bladder.

  All around the room, men began to shift in their seats. Doing? Chade demanded.

  Ending this meeting, I told him grimly.

  Ah! I felt Dutiful's sudden comprehension, and then felt him join his persuasion to mine.

  Who is in charge? I asked him.

  No one. They share authority here. Or so they say. Dutiful obviously thought it a poor system.

  Bear opened meeting, Chade told me tersely. I felt him draw my attention to a man who wore a bear's-tooth necklace. I was suddenly aware of how much strength it was taking from Chade for him to do this feeble Skilling.

  Don't tax yourself, I warned him.

  Know my own strength! His reply was angry but even from where I stood, I could see his shoulders drooping.

  I singled out the Bear and focused my attention on him. Fortunately for me, he had little wall against the Skill and a full bladder. I pressed urgency on him and he suddenly stood up. He came forward to claim the speaking circle. The others ceded it to him with hand motions of giving.

  “We need to ponder on this. All of us,” he suggested. “Let us go apart, to talk with our own clans and see what thoughts they have for us. Tomorrow, let us gather again and speak of what we have learned and thought. Do any think this is wise?”

  A forest of hands rose in spiraling gestures of assent.

  “Then let our meeting be over for this day,” the Bear suggested.

  And just that quickly, it was over. Men stood immediately and began moving toward the door. There was no ceremony to it, no precedence for those of higher rank, just a push of men toward the exit, some with a greater insistence than others.

  Tell your captain that you must check on your ward. That, until he is fit, I have commanded that you continue to tend him. We'll soon join you upstairs.

  I obeyed my prince's command. When Longwick released me, I retrieved the washing basin I'd left outside the door and returned to Thick's chamber. He had not stirred that I could see. I felt his forehead. He was still feverish, but it did not burn as it had aboard the ship. Nonetheless, I roused him and coaxed him to drink water. He took little urging to down a whole mug of it, and then settled back into the bed again. I was relieved. Here, in this strange room and away from the perspective of his sickbed on the ship, I could truly see how wasted Thick was. Well, he would recover now. He had all he needed: quiet, a bed, food and drink. Soon he would be better. I tried to convince myself that my hope was a fact.

  I heard Prince Dutiful and Chade conversing in the hall with someone. I stood and went to the door, ear pressed to it. I heard Dutiful pleading weariness, and then the closing of the door of the next chamber. His servants must have been waiting for him there. Again, there was a murmur of conversation, and then I heard him dismiss them. A little time passed and then the connecting door opened and Dutiful wandered in. He held a small black square of the food in his hand. He looked depressed. He held the food up and asked me, “Any idea what this is?”

  “Not really, but it has fish paste in it. Maybe seaweed, too. The cakes with the seeds are sweet. Oily but sweet. ”

  Dutiful regarded the food in his hand with distaste, then gave the shrug of a fifteen-year-old who hasn't been fed for several hours and ate it. He licked his fingers. “It's not bad, as long as you expect it to taste like fish. ”

  “Old fish,” I observed.

  He didn't reply. He'd crossed over to where Thick slept. He stood looking down on him. He shook his head slowly.

  “This is so unfair to him. Do you think he's getting better now?”

  “I hope so. ”

  “His music has become so much quieter, it worries me. Sometimes I feel as if Thick himself goes away from us when his fever rises. ”

  I opened myself to Thick's music. Dutiful was right. It did seem less intense. “Well, he's sick. It takes strength and energy to Skill. ” I didn't want to worry about him just now. “Chade surprised me today. ”

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  “Did he? You must have known that he would keep at it until he could do at least that much. Nothing stops the old man once he has decided to do something. ” He turned away from me and headed toward the connecting door. Then he paused. “Did you want any of that stuff to eat?”

  “No, thank you. You go ahead. ”

  He spoke over his shoulder. He vanished for a moment into his own room, then returned with one hand stacked with the fish cakes. He bit into one of the squares, made a dismal face, and then quickly ate the rest of it. He looked around the room hungrily. “Didn't anyone bring us food yet?”

  “You're eating it, I think. ”

  “No. This is just an Out Island nod because we fed them. I know Chade told servants to find fresh food and buy it for us. ”

  “Are you saying that Boar Clan isn't going to feed us?”

  “They may. They may not. Chade seems to think we should act as if we don't expect it. Then, if they offer us food, we can accept it as a gift. And if they don't, we don't seem grasping or weak. ”

  “Have you informed your nobles of their customs?”

  He nodded. “Many of them came here as much to form new trading alliances and see what other opportunities the Out Islands offered as to support me in my courtship of the Narcheska. So they are just as glad to move about Zylig, seeing what is for sale here and what people might want to buy. But we'll have to feed my guard, the servants, and of course my Wit coterie. I thought Chade had arranged provisions. ”

  “The Hetgurd seem to accord you little respect,” I said worriedly.

  “I do not think they truly understand what I am. It is a foreign concept to them, that a boy of my years, unproven as a warrior, is assured the ruling of such a large territory. Here, men do not claim sovereignty over an area of land, but instead show strength by the warriors they can command. In some ways, I am seen more as a son of my mother's house. Queen Kettricken was in power when we defeated them at the end of the Red Ship War. They are in awe of that, that she not only kept the homelands safe but that she launched war against them in the form of the dragons she called down on them. That is how it is told here. ”

  “You seem to have learned a great deal in a very short time. ”

  He nodded, pleased with himself. “Some of it comes from putting together what I hear here with what I experienced of the Outislanders at Buckkeep. S
ome from the reading I did on the way here. ” He gave a small sigh. “And it is not as useful as I hoped it would be. If they offer us hospitality, I mean, feed us, then we can see it as welcome, that they know it is our custom and honor it. Or we can see it as insult, that we are too weak to feed ourselves and too foolish to have come prepared. But no matter how we ‘see' it, we can't be certain how they meant it. ”

  “Like your dragon-slaying. Do you come to kill a beast and thus prove yourself a worthy mate for the Narcheska? Or do you come to kill the dragon that is the guardian of their land, proving that you can take whatever you want from them?”

  Dutiful paled slightly. “I hadn't thought of it that way. ”

  “Nor had I. But some of them do. And, it brings us back to that one essential question. Why? Why did the Narcheska choose this particular task for you?”

  “Then you think it has significance to her besides my being willing to risk my life just to marry her?”

  For a moment all I could do was stare at him. Had I ever been that young? “Well, of course it does. Don't you think so?”

  “Civil had said that she probably wanted ‘proof of my love. ' He said that girls were often like that, asking men to do things that were dangerous or illegal or next to impossible, simply to prove their love. ”

  I made a mental note of that. I wondered what Civil had been asked to do and by whom, and if it had related to the Farseer monarchy or was merely a boyish deed of derring-do that some girl had demanded of him.

  “Well, I doubt it would be anything that romantically frivolous with the Narcheska. How could she possibly think that you loved her, after the way she has treated you? And she's certainly given no sign of being fond of your company. ”

  For a flashing moment, he stared at me with stricken eyes. Then he smoothed his expression so completely that I wondered if I had been mistaken. Surely the Prince could not be infatuated with the girl. They had nothing in common, and after he had accidentally insulted her, she had treated him as less than a whipped dog whining after her. I looked at him. A boy can believe almost anything when he is fifteen. Dutiful gave a slight snort. “No. She has certainly given me no sign of even tolerating my company. Think on it. She did not journey here with her father and uncle to meet us and offer us welcome to these islands. She is the one who thought up this ridiculous quest, but I notice she is nowhere in sight when it must be justified to her countrymen. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps it has nothing to do with me proving my love for her, or even proving my courage. Perhaps all along it was only to present a stumbling block to our marriage. ” In a glum voice, he added, “Perhaps she hopes I'll die in the attempt. ”

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  “If we press forward with the task, it may block more than your marriage. It may send both our countries back to war. ”

  Chade entered on those words. He looked both worried and weary. He cast a disparaging look around the small chamber and observed, “Well, I see Thick has been afforded a chamber almost as lush as that allotted to Prince Dutiful and me. Is there anything to eat and drink?”

  “Nothing I'd recommend,” I observed.

  “Fish and grease cakes,” Prince Dutiful offered.

  Chade winced. “Is that what the local market offers? I'll send a man to bring us provisions from the ship. Foreign food will not ride well with me after this day. Come. Let us allow Thick some rest. ” He spoke over his shoulder as he led us through the connecting door to the Prince's room. As he sat down on Dutiful's bed, he added, “I do not approve of your putting the Skill to such a low use, Fitz. And yet, I must admit, you extricated us from a difficult situation. Please consult with me before you use it in such a way again. ”

  It was both a rebuke and a compliment. I nodded, but Dutiful snorted. “Consult with you? Am not I to have any say in these matters?”

  Chade recovered well. “Of course you are. I am merely conveying to Fitz that in matters of diplomacy, he should not assume that he knows best which course we should set. ”

  The Prince opened his mouth to speak, but at that moment there came a rap at the hall door. At a gesture from Chade, I retreated to Thick's room, drew the connecting door nearly closed, and stood at an angle that allowed me to view a slice of the room without being easily observed. Chade lifted his voice and asked, “Who is there?”

  The visitor interpreted that as permission to enter. The door opened, and as I set my muscles in readiness, Peottre Blackwater came in. He closed the door behind him, and then swept a Buckkeep bow to the Prince and Chade. “I have come to tell you that there is no need for you or any of your nobles to venture forth in search of food and drink. It is the pleasure of Clans Boar and Narwhal to provide for you as generously as you did for our folk when we visited your Six Duchies. ”

  The words were spoken perfectly. It was a well-rehearsed speech. Chade's response was as practiced. “It is a gracious offer, but our people have already seen to their own provisions. ”

  Peottre looked distinctly uncomfortable for a moment, but then admitted, “We have already informed your nobles of our invitation, and are honored that all have accepted it. ”

  Outwardly, both Chade and the Prince maintained a stiff silence, but the Prince's anguished worry rang in my mind. I should have cautioned all of them not to accept any offer of hospitality that was not conveyed through me. Will we be seen as weaklings now?

  Peottre's gaze moved worriedly from Chade's face to the Prince's. He seemed to sense he had misstepped. Then, “May I speak for a time with you?” he asked.

  “Lord Blackwater, you are welcome to call upon me at any time,” the Prince assured him reflexively.

  A very slight smile twitched Peottre's face. “Well you know that I am no ‘lord,' Prince Dutiful, but only a kaempra of the Narwhal Clan. And even as that, I stand in the Hetgurd assembly with no warriors at my back. They tolerate me more for the sake of my sister's husband, Arkon Bloodblade, than for any respect toward me. Our clan has fallen on very hard times in every way except the richness of our motherlands and the honor of our bloodlines. ”

  I privately wondered in what other ways a clan could experience hardship, but Peottre was still speaking. “I was not unprepared for what we heard from the Hetgurd this afternoon. In truth, ever since the Narcheska proposed her challenge, I have expected it. Arkon Bloodblade too saw that there were those who would be disgruntled by the test she has proposed for the Prince. I wanted to tell you that we are not unprepared for this. We have made plans against it. The hospitality we offer, within this stronghouse, is but one safeguard we have put in place. We had hoped opposition would not be voiced so soon, nor by such a respected kaempra as the Eagle Kaempra. It is our great good fortune that the Bear Kaempra, who is allied with Boar, saw fit to dismiss the assembly so abruptly. Otherwise, discussion might have gone too far for us to mend it. ”

  “You might have warned us of this opposition, Kaempra Peottre, before we faced the Hetgurd,” Chade observed quietly, but the Prince cut through his words with “So you think it can be mended? How?”

  I winced at his eagerness. Chade was right. The man deserved a rebuke for having led us into a trap, not an unquestioning acceptance of his aid in getting out of it.

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  “It will take time, but not too long—days rather than months. Since we returned from your country, we have spent much in both wealth and influence to buy allies. I speak bluntly, of course, of what cannot be openly acknowledged. Those who have agreed to support us must not swing too quickly to our side, but must seem to be persuaded by the arguments that Clan Boar will present in our favor. So, I wish to counsel you both to patience and to wariness while the Hetgurd is swayed. ”

  “Wariness?” Chade queried sharply. Assassins? His unspoken fear reached me clearly.

  “This is not the right word,” Peottre apologized. “Sometimes, it seems, what one language says in one word another has many for. I would a
sk you to be . . . not as seen. Not as visible. Not as easy to find or to speak to. ”

  “Unavailable?” the Prince suggested.

  Peottre smiled slightly and shrugged. “If that is how you would say it. We have a saying here, ‘It is difficult to insult the man you don't speak to. ' That is what I suggest. That the Farseer Buck Clan avoids giving offense by being . . . unavailable. ”

  “While we trust Boar Clan to speak for us?” Chade asked. He allowed a trace of skepticism into his voice. “And what are we to do in the meanwhile?”

  Peottre smiled. I was not in the best position to observe him, but I thought I had glimpsed a look of relief that we seemed inclined to accept his advice. “I would suggest that we remove you completely from Zylig. All expect that you will visit the mothershouse of the Narcheska. It was almost surprising to the Hetgurd that you came here first. So, I suggest that tomorrow you board the Boar vessel Tusker and sail with us to Wuislington, the motherlands of Narwhal Clan. There, you shall be welcomed and provided for, just as you welcomed and provided for us at Buckkeep. I have reported to my mothershouse of your customs in this regard. They find them unusual, but will concede the fairness of feeding you as you fed us. ”

  He could not conceal his hope as he offered this suggestion. His eagerness alarmed me. Did he shoo us away from danger, or lure us into it? I felt the same query cross Chade's mind as he said, “But we have only arrived here today, and we are weary from the sea. The Prince's man, Thick, does not fare well on the waves. He has taken ill and needs his rest. We cannot think of leaving tomorrow. ”

  I knew that we could, and that he was considering the cost of it even now. He but said these words to Peottre to see what the man would reply. For a moment, I almost pitied the Outislander. He could not know that Chade and the Prince were sharing their thoughts, let alone that I stood around the corner not only hearing his every word but also supporting their observations with mine. I saw dismay blossom behind his eyes, and confirmed to both Dutiful and Chade that I believed his discomfort was genuine as he exclaimed, “But you must! Leave the man here with someone to tend to him. He will be safe here in the Boar stronghouse. To do murder in a clan's stronghouse is a terrible insult to their mothershouse and the Boar Clan is powerful. No one will consider it. ”