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TWENTY-TWO
Dilemmas

In the dream, the Fool stood by my bed. He looked down at me and shook his head. ‘Why cannot I speak clearly? Because you make it all a muddle. I see a crossroads through the fog, and who always stands within it? You. Do you think I keep you alive because I am so entranced with you? No. It is because you create so many possibilities. While you live, you give us more choices. The more choices, the more chances to steer for calmer water. So it is not for your benefit, but for the Six Duchies that I preserve your life. And your duty is the same. To live, so that you may continue to present possibilities.’

I awoke in precisely the same quandary I had gone to sleep in. I had no idea of what I was going to do. I lay in my bed, listening to the random sounds of the palace awakening. I needed to talk to Chade. That was not possible. So I lightly closed my eyes and tried to think as he had taught me. ‘What do you know?’ he would have asked me, and ‘What do you suspect?’ So.

Regal had lied to King Shrewd about Rurisk’s health, and his attitude toward the Six Duchies. Or, possibly, King Shrewd had lied to me about what Regal had said. Or Rurisk had lied about his inclinations toward us. I pondered a moment, and decided to follow my first assumption. Shrewd had never lied to me, that I knew, and Rurisk could have simply let me die instead of rushing to my room. So.

So Regal wanted Rurisk dead. Or did he? If he wanted Rurisk dead, why did he betray me to Kettricken? Unless she had lied about that. I considered. Not likely. She might wonder if Shrewd would send an assassin, but why would she immediately decide to accuse me? No. She had recognized my name. And known of Lady Thyme. So.

And Regal had said, twice last night, that he had asked his father to send Lady Thyme. But he had likewise betrayed her name to Kettricken. Who did Regal really want dead? Prince Rurisk? Or Lady Thyme, or I, after an assassination attempt was discovered? And how did any of it benefit him, and this marriage he had engineered? And why was he insisting I kill Rurisk, when all the political advantages were to his living?

I needed to talk to Chade. I couldn’t. I had to somehow decide this, myself. Unless.

Servants again brought water and fruit. I arose and dressed in my annoying clothes, and ate, and left my chambers. This day was much the same as yesterday. The holiday atmosphere was beginning to wear on me. I attempted to employ my time to advantage, enlarging my knowledge of the palace, its routines and layout. I found Eyod’s, Kettricken’s, and Rurisk’s chambers. I also carefully studied the staircase and support structures to Regal’s. I discovered that Cob slept in the stables, as did Burrich. I expected that of Burrich; he would not surrender the care of Buckkeep horses until he left Jhaampe; but why was Cob sleeping there? To impress Burrich, or to watch him? Sevren and Rowd both slept in the antechamber of Regal’s apartments, despite a plenitude of rooms in the palace. I tried to study the distribution and schedules of the guards and sentries, but couldn’t find any. And all the while I watched for August. It took me the better part of the morning before I could find him in quiet circumstance. ‘I need to talk to you. Privately,’ I told him.

He looked annoyed, and glanced about to see if anyone were watching us. ‘Not here, Fitz. Maybe when we get back to Buckkeep. I’ve official duties, and …’

I had been prepared for that. I opened my hand, to show him the pin the King had given me so many years ago. ‘Do you see this? I had it from King Shrewd, a long time ago. And with it, his promise that if I ever needed to speak to him, I need only show it and I would be admitted to his chambers.’

‘How touching,’ August observed cynically. ‘And had you some reason for telling me this story? To impress me with your importance, perhaps?’

‘I need to speak to the King. Now.’

‘He isn’t here,’ August pointed out. He turned to walk away.

I took hold of his arm, turned him back to me.

‘You can Skill to him.’

He shook me off angrily, and glanced about us again. ‘I most certainly cannot. And would not, if I could. Do you think every man who can Skill is allowed to interrupt the King?’

‘I have shown you the pin. I promise you, he would not regard this as an interruption.’

‘I cannot.’

‘Verity, then.’

‘I do not Skill to Verity until he Skills to me first. Bastard, you don’t understand. You took the training and you failed at it, and you really have not the slightest comprehension of what the Skill is about. It is not like hallooing to a friend across a valley. It is a serious thing, not to be used except for serious purposes.’ Again he turned away from me.

‘Turn back, August, or regret it long.’ I put every ounce of menace I could into my voice. It was an empty threat; I had no real way to make him regret it, other than threatening to tattle to the King. ‘Shrewd will not be pleased that you ignored his token.’

August turned slowly back. He glared at me. ‘Well. I will do this thing, then, but you must promise to take all blame for it.’

‘I will. Will you come to my chambers, then, and Skill for me now?’

‘Is there no other place?’

‘Your chambers?’ I suggested.

‘No, that is even worse. Do not take it amiss, bastard, but I do not wish to seem to associate with you.’

‘Take it not amiss, lordling, that I feel the same about you.’

In the end, on a stone bench, in a quiet part of Kettricken’s herb-garden, August sat down and closed his eyes. ‘What message am I to Skill to Shrewd?’

I considered. This would be a game of riddles, if I were to keep August unaware of my true problem. ‘Tell him Prince Rurisk’s health is excellent, and we may all hope to see him live to old age. Regal still wishes to give him the gift, but I do not think it appropriate.’

August opened his eyes. ‘The Skill is an important …’

‘I know. Tell him.’

So August sat and took several breaths, and closed his eyes. After a few moments, he opened his eyes. ‘He says to listen to Regal.’

‘That’s all?’

‘He was busy. And very irritated. Now leave me alone. I fear you’ve made me a fool before my king.’

There were a dozen witty replies I could have made to that. But I let him walk away. I wondered if he had Skilled to King Shrewd at all. I sat down on the stone bench and reflected that I had gained nothing at all, and wasted much time. The temptation came and I tried it. I closed my own eyes, breathed, focused, opened myself. Shrewd, my king.

Nothing. No reply. I doubt that I Skilled at all. I rose and went back into the palace.

Again that day, at noon, Kettricken ascended the dais alone. Her words today were just as simple, as she announced that she was binding herself to the people of the Six Duchies. From this moment hence, she was their Sacrifice, in all things, for any reason that they commanded of her. And then she thanked her own people, blood of her blood, who had raised her and treated her well, and reminded them she did not change her allegiance out of any lack of affection for them, but only in the hopes that it would benefit both peoples. Again the silence held as she descended the steps. Tomorrow would be her day to pledge herself to Verity as a woman to a man. From what I understood, Regal and August would stand beside her tomorrow in Verity’s stead, and August would Skill that Verity might see his bride make her pledge to him.

The day dragged for me. Jonqui came and took me to visit the Blue Fountains. I did my best to be interested and pleasant. We returned to the palace for more minstrels and feasting and that evening’s displays of arts by the mountain people. Jugglers and acrobats performed, and dogs did tricks and swordsmen displayed their prowess in staged bouts. Bluesmoke was very much in evidence, and many were indulging, swinging their tiny censers before them as they milled about and talked to one another. I understood that for them, it was like a carris seed cake, a holiday indulgement, but I avoided the trailing smoke of the burn-pots. I had to keep a clear head. Chade had supplied me with a potion to clear the head of wine fumes, but I had and knew of none for smoke. And I was unused to smoke. I found a clearer corner and stood apparently enraptured by a minstrel’s song, but watching Regal over his shoulder.

Regal sat at a table, flanked by two brass burners. A very reserved August sat a slight way away from him. From time to time they spoke, August seriously, the prince dismissively. I was not close enough to hear the words, but I saw my name and Skill from August’s lips. I saw Kettricken approach Regal, and noted that she avoided being in the direct draught of the smoke. Regal spoke long to her, smiling and languid, and reached once to tap her hand and the silver rings she wore. He seemed to be one of those that the smoke made talkative and boastful. She seemed to teeter like a bird on a branch, now drawing closer to him and smiling, now drawing back and becoming more formal. Then Rurisk came, to stand behind his sister. He spoke to Regal briefly, and then took Kettricken’s arm and drew her away. Sevrens appeared and replenished Regal’s burners. Regal gave a foolish smile of thanks and said something, indicating the whole hall with a wave of his hand. Sevrens laughed, and left. Shortly afterward, Cob and Rowd arrived to speak to Regal. August rose and stalked indignantly off. Regal glared, and sent Cob to fetch him back. August came, but not graciously. Regal rebuked, and August glowered, then lowered his eyes and conceded. I wished desperately that I were close enough to hear what was said. Something, I felt, was definitely afoot. It might be nothing to do with me and my task. But somehow I doubted it.

I went over my meagre store of facts, feeling sure I was missing the significance of something. But I also wondered if I were not deceiving myself. Perhaps I was over-reacting to everything. Perhaps the safest course was simply to do as Regal told me and let him accept the responsibility. Perhaps I should save time and cut my own throat.

I could, of course, go directly to Rurisk, tell him that, despite my best efforts, Regal still wanted him dead, and beg asylum of him. After all, who would not find attractive a trained assassin who had already turned on one master?

I could tell Regal I was going to kill Rurisk and then simply not do it. I thought carefully about that.

I could tell Regal I was going to kill Rurisk, and then kill Regal instead. The smoke, I told myself. Only the smoke made that sound so wise.

I could go to Burrich and tell him I was really an assassin, and ask his advice about my situation.

I could take the Princess’s mare and ride off into the mountains.

‘So, are you enjoying yourself?’ Jonqui asked as she came up and took my arm.

I realized I was staring at a man juggling knives and torches. ‘I shall long remember this experience,’ I told her. And then suggested a stroll through the cool of the gardens.

Late that night, I reported to Regal’s chamber. Rowd admitted me this time, smiling pleasantly. ‘Good evening,’ he greeted me, and I walked in as if into a wolverine’s den. But the air within the chamber was blue with smoke, and this seemed the source of Rowd’s cheerfulness. Regal kept me waiting again, and though I tucked my chin to my chest and breathed shallowly, I knew the smoke was affecting me. Control, I reminded myself, and tried not to feel the giddiness. I shifted in my seat several times, and finally resorted to covering my mouth and nose openly with a hand. It had small effect on screening the smoke.

I looked up as the screen to the inner chamber slid aside, but it was only Sevrens. He glanced at Rowd, then came to sit beside me. After a moment of his silence, I asked, ‘Will Regal see me now?’

Sevrens shook his head. ‘He is with a … companion. But he has trusted me with all you need to know.’ He opened his hand on the bench between us, to show me a tiny white pouch. ‘He has obtained this for you. He trusts you will approve. A little of this, mixed with wine, will cause death, but not soon. There will not even be symptom of death for several weeks, and then it comes as a lethargy that gradually increases. The man does not suffer,’ he added, as if this were my primary concern.

I racked my brains. ‘Is this Kex gum?’ I had heard of such a poison, but never seen it. If Regal had a source, Chade would want to know.

‘I do not know its name, nor does it matter. Only this. Prince Regal says you will have a use for it tonight. You will make an opportunity.’

‘What does he expect of me? That I will go to his chambers, knock, and enter with poisoned wine for him? Isn’t that a bit obvious?’

‘Done that way, of course it is. But surely your training has given you more finesse than that?’

‘My training tells me that things like this are not discussed with a valet. I must hear this from Regal, or I do not act.’

Sevrens sighed. ‘My master foresaw this. This is his message. By the pin you carry and the crest on your breast, he commands this. Refuse it, and you refuse your king. You will be committing treason, and he will see you hang for it.’

‘But I …’

‘Take it and go. The longer you wait, the later it is, and the more contrived will seem your visit to his chambers.’

Sevrens rose abruptly and left me. Rowd sat like a toad in the corner, eyeing me and smiling. I would have to kill both of them before we returned to Buckkeep, if I were to preserve my usefulness as an assassin. I wondered if they knew that. I smiled back at Rowd, tasting smoke in the back of my throat. I took my poison and left.

Once at the base of Regal’s staircase, I retreated to the wall where it was most shadowed, and clambered as swiftly as I could up one of the supports of Regal’s chamber. Clinging like a cat, I snugged myself up to the supports of the chamber floor and waited. And waited. Until between the smoke whirling in my head and my own weariness and the lingering effects of Kettricken’s herbs, I wondered if I were dreaming all of it. I wondered if my clumsy trap would yield me nothing. I considered, finally, that Regal had told me he had specifically requested Lady Thyme. But Shrewd had sent me instead. I recalled how Chade had puzzled over that. And finally, I recalled his words to me. Had my king given me up to Regal? And if he had, what did I owe to any of them? Eventually, I saw Rowd depart, and after what seemed a very long time, return with Cob.

I could hear little through the floor, but enough to know Regal’s voice. My evening’s plans were being divulged to Cob. When I was certain of it, I wriggled out of my hiding-place, clambered down and retreated to my own room. There I made certain of some specialized supplies. I reminded myself, firmly, that I was a King’s man. I had told Verity so. I left my chamber and walked softly through the palace. In the great hall, the common folk slept on mats on the floor, in concentric circles around the dais, to have reserved the best viewing of their princess’s pledging tomorrow. I walked among them and they did not stir. So much trust, so ill-placed.

The chambers of the royals were at the extreme rear of the palace, farthest from the main entry. There were no guards. I walked past the door that led to the bedroom of the reclusive King, past Rurisk’s door, and to Kettricken’s. Her door was decorated with hummingbirds and honeysuckle. I thought how much the Fool would have liked it. I tapped lightly and waited. Slow moments passed. I tapped again.

I heard the scuff of bare feet on wood, and the painted screen slid open. Kettricken’s hair had been freshly braided, but fine strands had already pulled free around her face. Her long white nightrobe accented her fairness, so that she seemed as pale as the Fool. ‘Did you need something?’ she asked sleepily.

‘Only the answer to a question.’ The smoke still twined through my thoughts. I wanted to smile, to be witty and clever before her. Pale beauty, I thought. I pushed the impulse aside. She was waiting. ‘If I killed your brother tonight,’ I said carefully, ‘what would you do?’

She did not even draw back from me. ‘I would kill you, of course. At least, I would demand it done, in justice. As I am pledged to your family now, I could not take your blood myself.’

‘But would you go on with the wedding? Would you still marry Verity?’

‘Would you like to come in?’

‘I haven’t time. Would you marry Verity?’

‘I am pledged to the Six Duchies, to be their queen. I am pledged to their people. Tomorrow, I pledge to the King-in-Waiting. Not to a man named Verity. But even were it otherwise, ask yourself, which is the most binding? I am bound already. It is not just my word, but my father’s. And my brother’s. I would not want to marry a man who had ordered my brother’s death. But it is not the man I am pledged to. It is the Six Duchies. I am given there, in the hopes of it benefiting my people. There I must go.’

I nodded. ‘Thank you, my lady. Forgive my disturbing your rest.’

‘Where do you go now?’

‘To your brother.’

She remained standing in her door as I turned and walked to her brother’s chamber. I tapped and waited. Rurisk must have been restive, for he opened the door much more quickly.

‘May I come in?’

‘Certainly.’ Gracious, as I had expected. The edge of a giggle teased at my resolve. Chade would not be proud of you just now, I counselled myself, and refused to smile.

I entered and he closed the door behind me. ‘Shall we have wine?’ I asked him.

‘If you wish it,’ he said, puzzled but polite. I seated myself on a chair while he unstoppered a carafe and poured for us. There was a censer on his table, too, still warm. I had not seen him indulge earlier. He probably had thought it more safe to wait until he was alone in his chamber. But you never can tell when an assassin will come calling with a pocket full of death. I pushed down a silly smile. He filled two glasses. I leaned forward, and showed him my twist of paper. Painstakingly, I tipped it into his wine, picked up the glass and swirled it to see it well dissolved. I handed it to him.

‘I’ve come to poison you, you see. You die. Then Kettricken kills me. Then she marries Verity.’ I lifted my glass and sipped from it. Apple wine. From Farrow, I guessed. Probably part of the wedding gifts. ‘So what does Regal gain?’

Rurisk eyed his wine with distaste, and set it aside. He took my glass from my hand. He drank from it. There was no shock in his voice as he said, ‘He’s rid of you. I gather he does not value your company. He has been very gracious to me, extending many gifts to me as well as to my kingdom. But if I were dead, Kettricken would be left sole heir to the Mountain Kingdom. That would benefit the Six Duchies, would it not?’

‘We cannot protect the land we already have. And I think Regal would see it as benefiting Verity, not the kingdom.’ I heard a noise outside the door. ‘That will be Cob, coming to catch me in the act of poisoning you,’ I surmised. I rose, went to the door, and opened it. Kettricken pushed past me into the room. I closed the screen quickly behind her.

‘He’s come to poison you,’ she warned Rurisk.

‘I know,’ he said gravely. ‘He put it in my wine. That’s why I’m drinking his.’ He refilled the glass from the carafe, and offered it to her. ‘It’s apple,’ he cajoled when she shook her head.

‘I don’t see any humour in this,’ she snapped. Rurisk and I looked at one another and grinned foolishly. Smoke.

Her brother smiled benignly. ‘It’s like this. FitzChivalry realized tonight he is a dead man. Too many people have been told he is an assassin. If he kills me, you kill him. If he doesn’t kill me, how can he go home and face his king? Even if his king forgives him, half the court will know he’s an assassin: that makes him useless. Useless bastards are a liability to royalty.’ Rurisk finished his lecture by draining the rest of the glass.

‘Kettricken told me that even if I killed you tonight, she would still pledge to Verity tomorrow.’

Again, he was not surprised. ‘What would she gain by refusing? Only the enmity of the Six Duchies. She would be forsworn to your people, a great shame to our people. She would become outcast, to the good of no one. It would not bring me back.’

‘And would not your people rise up at the thought of giving her to such a man?’

‘We would protect them from such knowledge. Eyod and my sister would, anyway. Shall a whole kingdom rise to war over the death of one man? Remember, I am Sacrifice here.’

For the first time, I dimly understood what that meant.

‘I may soon be an embarrassment to you,’ I warned him. ‘I was told it was a slow poison. But I looked at it. It is not. It is a simple extract of deadroot, and actually rather swift, if given in sufficient quantity. First, it gives a man tremors.’ Rurisk extended his hands on the table, and they trembled. Kettricken looked furious with both of us. ‘Death follows swiftly. And I expect I am supposed to be caught in the act and disposed of along with you.’

Rurisk clutched at his throat, then let his head loll forward on his chest. ‘I am poisoned!’ he intoned theatrically.

‘I’ve had enough of this,’ Kettricken spat, just as Cob tore the door open.

‘’Ware treachery!’ he cried. He went white at the sight of Kettricken. ‘My lady princess, tell me you have not drunk of the wine! This traitorous bastard has poisoned it!’

I think his drama was rather spoiled by the lack of response. Kettricken and I exchanged looks. Rurisk rolled from his chair onto the floor. ‘Oh, stop it,’ she hissed at him.

‘I put the poison in the wine,’ I told Cob genially. ‘Just as I was charged to do.’

And then Rurisk’s back arched in his first convulsion.

The blinding realization of how I had been duped took but an instant. Poison in the wine. A gift of Farrow apple wine, probably given this very evening. Regal had not trusted me to put it there, but it was easy enough to accomplish, in this trusting place. I watched Rurisk arch again, knowing there was nothing I could do. Already, there was the spreading numbness in my own mouth. I wondered, almost idly, how strong the dose had been. I had only had a sip. Would I die here, or on a scaffold?