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〃That isn't how it works；〃 I told him。 〃Once； my father told you to stay behind； and raise a bastard for him。 Now I tell you to leave； to go to serve a King who still needs you。〃
〃FitzChivalry； I don't…〃
〃Please。〃 I don't know what he heard in my voice。 Only that he was suddenly still。 〃I am so tired。 So damnably tired。 The only thing I know is that I can't live up to what everyone else thinks I should do。 I just can't do it。〃 My voice quavered like an old man's。 〃No matter what I ought to do。 No matter what I am pledged to do。 There isn't enough of me left to keep my word。 Maybe that's not right； but that's how it is。 Everyone else's plans。 Everyone else's goals。 Never mine。 I tried； but 。。。〃 The room rocked around me as if someone else were speaking； and I was shocked at what he was saying。 But I couldn't deny the truth of his words。 〃I need to be alone now。 To rest；〃 I said simply。
Both of them just looked at me。 Neither one of them spoke。 They left the room； slowly； as if hoping I would relent and call them back。 I did not。
But after they had gone； and I was alone； I permitted myself to breathe out。 I felt dizzy with the decision I had made。 I wasn't going back to Buckkeep。 What I was going to do； I had no idea。 I had swept my broken bits of life from the game table。 Now there was room to set out anew what pieces I still had； to plot a new strategy for living。 Slowly； I realized I had no doubts。 Regrets warred with relief； but I had no doubts。 Somehow it was much more bearable to move forward into a life where no one would recall who I had once been。 A life not pledged to someone else's will。 Not even my king's。 It was done。 I lay back in my bed； and for the first time in weeks； I relaxed pletely。 Farewell； I thought wearily。 I would have liked to wish them all farewell； to stand one last time before my king and see his brief nod that I had done well。 Perhaps I could have made him understand why I did not wish to go back。 It was not to be。 It was done now； all done。 〃I am sorry； my king；〃 I muttered。 I stared into the dancing flames in the hearth until sleep claimed me。
CHAPTER ONE
Siltbay
To be King…in… Waiting； or the Queen…in… Waiting； is to firmly straddle the fence between responsibility and authority。 It is said the position was created to satisfy the ambitions of an heir for power； while schooling him in the exercising of it。 The eldest child in the royal family assumes this position upon the sixteenth birthday。 From that day on； the King… or Queen…in…Waiting assumes a full share of responsibility for the running of the Six Duchies。 Generally； he immediately assumes such duties as the ruling monarch cares least for； and these have varied greatly from reign to reign。
Under King Shrewd； Prince Chivalry first became king…in…waiting。 To him； King Shrewd ceded over all that had to do with the borders and frontiers： warfare； negotiations and diplomacy； the disforts of extended travel and the miserable conditions often encountered on the campaigns。 When Chivalry abdicated and Prince Verity became king…in…waiting； he inherited all the uncertainties of the war with the Outislanders； and the civil unrest this situation created between the Inland and Coastal Duchies。 All of these tasks were rendered more difficult in that； at any time； his decisions could be overridden by the King。 Often he was left to cope with a situation not of his creating； armed only with options not of his choosing。
Even less tenable； perhaps； was the position of Queen…in…Waiting Kettricken。 Her Mountain ways marked her as a foreigner in the Six Duchies court。 In peaceful times； perhaps she would have been received with more tolerance。 But the court at Buckkeep seethed with the general unrest of the Six Duchies。 The Red…Ships from the Outislands harried our shoreline as they had not for generations； destroying far more than they stole。 The first winter of Kettricken 's reign as queen…in…waiting saw also the first winter raiding we had ever experienced。 The constant threat of raids； and the lingering torment of Forged ones in our midst rocked the foundations of the Six Duchies。 Confidence in the monarchy was low； and Kettricken had the unenviable position of being an unadmired king…in…waiting's outlandish queen。
Civil unrest divided the court as the Inland Duchies voiced their resentment at taxes to protect a coastline they did not share。 The Coastal Duchies cried out for warships and soldiers and an effective way to battle the Raiders that always struck where we were least prepared。 Inland…bred Prince Regal sought to gather power to himself by courting the Inland Dukes with gifts and social attentions。 King…in…Waiting Verity； convinced that his Skill was no longer sufficient to hold the Raiders at bay； put his attentions to building warships to guard the Coastal Duchies； with little time for his new queen。 Over all； King Shrewd crouched like a great spider； endeavoring to keep power spread among himself and his sons； to keep all in balance and the Six Duchies intact。
I awakened to someone touching my forehead。 With an annoyed grunt； I turned my head aside from the touch。 My blankets were weltered around me； I fought my way clear of their restraint and then sat up to see who had dared disturb me。 King Shrewd's fool perched anxiously on a chair beside my bed。 I stared at him wildly； and he drew back from my look。 Uneasiness assailed me。
The Fool should have been back in Buckkeep； with the King； many miles and days from here。 I had never known him to leave the King's side for more than a few hours or a night's rest。 That he was here boded no good。 The Fool was my friend； as much as his strangeness allowed him to be friends with anyone。 But a visit from him always had a purpose； and such purposes were seldom trivial or pleasant。 He looked as weary as I had ever seen him。 He wore an unfamiliar motley of greens and reds and carried a fool's scepter with a rat's head on it。 The gay garments contrasted too strongly with his colorless skin。 They made him a translucent candle wreathed in holly。 His clothing seemed more substantial than he did。 His fine pale hair floated from the confines of his cap like a drowned man's hair in seawater； while the dancing flames of the fireplace shone in his eyes。 I rubbed my gritty eyes and pushed some of the hair back from my face。 My hair was damp； I'd been sweating in my sleep。
〃Hello；〃 I managed。 〃I didn't expect to see you here。〃 My mouth felt dry； my tongue thick and sour。 I'd been sick； I recalled。 The details seemed hazy。
〃Where else？〃 He looked at me woefully。 〃For every hour you've slept； the less rested you seem。 Lie back； my lord。 Let me make you fortable。〃 He plucked at my pillows fussily； but I waved him away。 Something was wrong here。 Never had he spoken me so fair。 Friends we were； but the Fool's words to me were always as pithy and sour as half…ripened fruit。 If this sudden kindness was a show of pity； I wanted none of it。
I glanced down at my embroidered nightshirt； at the rich bedcovers。 Something seemed odd about them。 I was too tired and weak to puzzle it out。 〃What are you doing here？〃 I asked him。
He took a breath and sighed。 〃I am tending you。 Watching over you while you sleep。 I know you think it foolish； but then； I am the Fool。 You know then that I must be foolish。 Yet you ask me this same thing every time you awake。 Let me then propose something wiser。 I beg you； my lord； let me send for another healer。〃
I leaned back against my pillows。 They were sweat damp； and smelled sour to me。 I knew I could ask the Fool to change them and he would。 But I would just sweat anew if he did。 It was useless。 I clutched at my covers with gnarled fingers。 I asked him bluntly； 〃Why have you e here？〃
He took my hand in his and patted it。 〃My lord； I mistrust this sudden weakness。 You seem to take no good from this healer's ministrations。 I fear that his knowledge is much smaller than his opinion of it。〃
〃Burrich？〃 I asked incredulously。
〃Burrich？ Would that he were here； my lord！ He may be the stablemaster； but for all that； I warrant he is