Farseer 1 - Assassin's Apprentice

by Robin Hobb

  "Yes." His word cut off the conversation. "You wished to speak to me."

  I took a great breath, then said it simply. "I just saw Nosy. He's fine. Older now, but he's had a happy life. All these years, Burrich, I always believed you killed him that night. Dashed out his brains, cut his throat, strangled him-I imagined it a dozen different ways, a thousand times. All those years."

  He looked at me incredulously. "You believed I would kill a dog for something you did?"

  "I only knew he was gone. I could imagine nothing else. I thought it was my punishment."

  For a long time he was still. When he looked back up at me, I could see his torment. "How you must have hated me.

  "And feared you."

  "All those years? And you never learned better of me, never thought to yourself, He would not do such a thing?"

  I shook my head slowly.

  "Oh, Fitz," he said sadly. One of the horses came to nudge at him, and he petted it absently. "I thought you were stubborn and sullen. You thought you had been grievously wronged. No wonder we have been so much at odds."

  "It can be undone," I offered quietly. "I have missed you, you know. Missed you sorely, despite all our differences."

  I watched him thinking, and for a moment or two I thought he would smile and clap me on the shoulder and tell me to go fetch the other horses. But his face grew still, and then stern. "But for all that, it did not stop you. You believed I had it in me to kill any animal you used the Wit on. But it did not stop you from doing it."

  "I don't see it the way you do," I began, but he shook his head.

  "We are better parted, boy. Better for both of us. There can be no misunderstandings if there are no understandings at all. I can never approve, or ignore, what you do. Never. Come to me when you can say you will do it no more. I will take your word on it, for you've never broken your word to me. But until then, we are better parted."

  He left me standing by the paddock and went back for his other horses. I stood a long time, feeling sick and weary, and not just from Kettricken's poison. But I went back into the palace, and walked about, and spoke to people, and ate, and even endured with silence the mocking, triumphant smiles Cob gave me.

  The day seemed longer than any two days in my previous experience. Had not it been for my burning and gurgling stomach, I would have found it exciting and absorbing. The afternoon and early evening were given over to congenial contests of archery, wrestling, and footraces. Young and old, male and female, joined in on these contests, and there seemed to be some mountain tradition that whoever won such contests on such an auspicious occasion would enjoy luck for a full turn of a year. Then there was more food, and singing, and dancing of dancers, and an entertainment, like a puppet show, but done all with shadows on a screen of silk. By the time folk began to retire, I was more than ready for my bed. It was a relief to close my chamber screen and be alone. I was just pulling off my annoying shirt and reflecting on what a strange day it had been when there was a tap at my door.

  Before I could speak, Sevrens slid open the screen and slipped in. "Regal commands your presence," he told me.

  "Now?" I asked owlishly.

  "Why else would he send me now?" Sevrens demanded.

  Wearily I pulled my shirt back on and followed him out of the room. Regal's chambers were in an upper level of the palace. It was not really a second floor, but more like a wooden terrace built to one side of the Great Hall. The walls were screens, and there was a sort of balcony where he might stand and look down before descending. These rooms were much more richly decorated. Some of the work was obviously Chyurda, bright birds brushed onto silk panels and figurines carved of amber. But much of the tapestries and statues and hangings looked to me like things Regal had acquired for his own pleasure and comfort. I stood waiting in his antechamber while he finished his bath. By the time he ambled out in his nightshirt, it was all I could do to keep my eyes open.

  "Well?" he demanded of me.

  I looked at him blankly. "You summoned me," I reminded him.

  "Yes. I did. I should like to know why it was necessary. I thought you had received some sort of training in this sort of thing. How long were you going to wait before you reported to me?"

  I could think of nothing to say. I had never remotely considered reporting to Regal. To Shrewd or Chade, definitely, and to Verity. But to Regal?

  "Need I remind you of your duty? Report."

  I hastily gathered my wits. "Would you hear my observations on the Chyurda as a people? Or information on the herbs they grow? Or-"

  "I want to know what you are doing about your ... assignment. Have you acted yet? Have you made a plan? When can we expect results, and of what kind? I scarcely want the Prince dropping dead at my feet, and me unprepared for it."

  I could scarcely credit what I was hearing. Never had Shrewd spoken so bluntly or so openly of my work. Even when our privacy was assured, he circled and danced and left me to draw my own conclusions. I had seen Sevrens go into his other chamber, but had no idea where the man was now or how sound carried in this chamber. And Regal was speaking as if we were discussing shoeing a horse.

  "Are you being insolent, or stupid?" Regal demanded.

  "Neither," I rejoined as politely as I was able. "I am being cautious. My prince." I added the last in the hopes of putting the conversation on a more formal level.

  "You are being foolishly cautious. I trust my valet, and there is no one else here. So report. My bastard assassin." He said the last words as if he thought them cleverly sarcastic.

  I took a breath and reminded myself that I was a king's man. And in this time and place, this was as close to a king as I was going to get. I chose my phrases carefully. "Yesterday, in the garden, Princess Kettricken told me you had told her I was a poisoner and that her brother, Rurisk, was my target."

  "A lie," Regal said decisively. "I told her nothing of the kind. Either you had clumsily betrayed yourself, or she was merely fishing for information. I hope you have not spoiled all by revealing yourself to her."

  I could have lied much better than he did. I let his remarks slide by and went on. I gave him a full report, of my poisoning, and of Rurisk and Kettricken's early-morning visit. I repeated our conversation verbatim. And when I was finished, Regal spent a number of minutes looking at his nails before he spoke to me. "And have you decided on a method and time yet?"

  I tried not to show my surprise. "Under the circumstances, I thought it better to abandon the assignment."

  "No nerve," Regal observed with disgust. "I asked Father to send that old whore Lady Thyme. She'd have had him in his grave by now."

  "Sir?" I asked questioningly. That he referred to Chade as Lady Thyme made me nearly certain that he knew nothing at all. He suspected, of course, but making revelations about Chade was definitely outside my realm.

  "Sir?" Regal mimicked back at me, and for the first time I realized the man was drunk. Physically, he carried it well. He did not stink of it, but it brought all his pettiness to the surface. He sighed heavily, as if too disgusted for words, then flung himself down on a couch draped with blankets and cushions. "Nothing has changed," he informed me. "You've been given your task. Do it. If you are clever, you can make it appear an accident. Having been so naively open with Kettricken and Rurisk, neither will expect it. But I want it done. Before tomorrow evening."

  "Before the wedding?" I asked incredulously. "Don't you think the death of the bride's brother might lead her to cancel it?"

  "It would be no more than temporary if she did. I have her well in hand, boy. She is easily dazzled. That end of this thing is my concern. Yours is getting rid of her brother. Now. How will you do it?"

  "I've no idea." That seemed a better answer than saying I had no intention. I would return to Buckkeep and report back to Shrewd and Chade. If they said I had chosen wrongly, then they might do with me as they wished. But I remembered Regal's own voice, from so long ago, quoting Shrewd. Don't do what you can't undo, until you've cons
idered what you can't do once you've done it.

  "When will you know?" he demanded sarcastically.

  "I don't know," I hedged. "These things cannot be done recklessly or sloppily. I need to study the man and his habits, explore his chambers, and learn the habits of his servants. I must find a way to-"

  "The wedding is two days hence," Regal interrupted. The focus of his eyes softened. "I already know all the things you say you must discover. Easiest, then, for me to plan it for you. Come to me tomorrow night, and I will give you your orders. Mind this well, bastard. I do not want you to act before you have informed me. I would find any surprise unpleasant. You would find it deadly." He lifted his eyes to mine, but I kept my face a careful blank.

  "You are dismissed," he told me regally. "Report to me here, tomorrow night, at the same time. Do not make me send Sevrens to fetch you. He has more important tasks. And do not think my father will not hear of your laxity. He will. He will regret not sending Bitch Thyme to do this little deed." He leaned back heavily and yawned, and I caught a whiff of wine, and a subtle smoke. I wondered if he was learning his mother's habits.

  I returned to my chambers, intending to ponder carefully all my options and formulate a plan. But so weary was I and half-sick still that I was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Dilemmas

  To 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 me, 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? Sevrens and Rowd both slept in the antechamber of Regal's apartments, despite a plentitude 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 reas
on that they commanded it 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 so 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. Blue smoke 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 indulgence, 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 ways 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 draft 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.