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folly. I could scarcely get the breath ro admit my idiocy. тАШFool. All my scrolls, all
my writings. I came so swiftly to ChadeтАЩs summons, I left them there in my
cottage. I told Hap to close up the house before he came to Ruckkeep, but he
would not have hidden them, only shut the door to my study. If the Piebalds are
clever enough to connect me with HapтАжтАЩ
I let the thought trail away. I needed to say no more to him. His eyes were
huge. The Fool had read all that I had so recklessly committed to paper. Not only
my own identity was bared there, but also many Farseer matters better left
forgotten. And personal vulnerabilities also were exposed in those cursed scrolls.
Molly, my lost love. Nettle, my bastard daughter. How could I have been so
stupid as to set such thoughts to paper? How could I have let the false comfort of
writing about such things lull me into exposing them? No secret was safe unless
it was locked solely in a manтАЩs own mind. It should all have been burned, long
ago.
тАШPlease, Fool. See Chade for me. I have to go there. Now. Today.тАЩ
The Fool set a cautious hand to my shoulder. тАШFitz. If they are gone, it is
already too late. If Tom Badgerloclc goes racing off today, you will only stir
curiosity and invite pursuit. You may lead the Piebalds straight to them. They will
be expecting you to bolt after they threatened you. TheyтАЩll be watching the gates
out of Buckkeep. So, think coolly. It could be that your fears are groundless. How
would they connect Tom Badgerlock to Hap, let alone know where the boy came
from? Take no reckless action. See Chade first and tell him what you fear. And
speak to Prince Dutiful. His betrothal is tonight. The lad holds himself well, but his
is a thin and brittle facade. See him, reassure him.тАЩ Then he paused and
ventured, тАШPerhaps someone else could be dispatched toтАФтАШ
тАШNo.тАЩ I cut him off firmly. тАШI must go myself. Some of what is there I will take,
and the rest I will destroy.тАЩ My mind danced past the charging buck that the Fool
had carved into my tabletop. FitzChivalry FarseerтАЩs emblem graced Tom
BadgerlockтАЩs board. Even that seemed a threat to me now. Burn it, I decided.
Burn the whole cottage to the ground. Leave no trace that I had ever lived there.
Even the herbs growing in the garden told too much about me. I should never
have left that shell of myself for anyone to nose through; I should never have
allowed myself to leave my marks so plainly on anything.
The Fool patted me on the shoulder. тАШEat something,тАЩ he suggested. Then
wash your face and change your clothes. Make no abrupt decisions. If we hold
our course, weтАЩll survive this, Fitz.тАЩ
тАШBadgerlock,тАЩ I reminded him, and hauled myself to my feet. The roles, I
decided, must be adhered to sharply, тАШI beg pardon, my lord. I felt a momentтАЩs
faintness, but I am recovered now. I apologize for interrupting your breakfast.тАЩ
For an instant the FoolтАЩs sympathy for me shone naked in his eyes. Then,
without a word, he resumed his seat at the table. I refilled his teacup, and he ate
in pondering silence. I moved about the room, seeking tasks to busy myself, but
his innate tidiness had left me little to do in my roie as servant. I suddenly
perceived that his neatness was a part of his privacy. He had schooled himself to
leave no sign of himself save those that he wished to be seen. It was a discipline
I would do well to adopt, тАШWould my lord excuse me for a few moments?тАЩ I asked.
He set down his cup and thought for a moment. Then, тАШCertainly. I expect to
go out shortly, Badgerlock. See that you clear away the breakfast things, bring
fresh water for the pitchers, tidy the hearth and bring wood for the fire. Then, I
suggest you continue to sharpen, your fighting skills with the guardsmen. I shall