Fool's Fate

Silence! Glare all you wish, but still your tongue! Chade's command to Dutiful was as strong a bit of Skilling as I had ever experienced from him. Even more astonishing was the private command he arrowed solely to me. Watch Peottre's face, Fitz- I felt what it cost Chade in strength, yet he kept his voice steady as he said coolly, 'Kaempra Narwhal, you mistake me. I did not say the Prince would go back on his word to set the dragon's head before your Narcheska. He has given his word, and a Farseer does not go back on his word. But having done that deed, I see no need to waste my prince's bloodline on a woman who would co

I had done as Chade bid me, but there was no reading the succession of expressions that flitted over Peottre's visage. Astonishment, of course, followed by confoundment. I knew what Chade desired to discover. What did Peottre and the Narcheska seek most strongly: the death of the dragon or an alliance with the Farseers? Yet we were no closer to an answer when Peottre stammered out, 'But is not that what the Six Duchies most desires? To create goodwill and an alliance by this marriage?'

'The Narcheska is not the only woman of high stature in the Out Islands,' Chade replied dismissively. Dutiful had grown very still. I could sense the racing of his thoughts, but not hear them. 'Certainly Prince Dutiful can find a woman from amongst your people who does not frivolously risk his life. And if not, there

are other alliances to be had. Do you think Chalced would not value such an arrangement with the Six Duchies? Here is an old Six Duchies saying for you to ponder: "There is more than one fish in the sea".'

Peottre was still struggling to grasp the sudden change in situation. 'But why risk the Prince's life in slaying the dragon if there is no reward for doing so?' he asked bewilderedly.

It was finally Dutiful's turn to speak. Chade fed him the words, but I think he would have known them for himself even without the prompting. To remind the Out Islands that what a Farseer says he will do, he does. A few years have passed since my father roused his Elderling allies and destroyed most of this city. Perhaps the best way for us to stave off war between the Six Duchies and the Out Islands is not with a wedding. Perhaps the best way is to remind your countrymen, again, that what we say we will do, we do.' The Prince's voice was soft and even. He spoke, not man to man, but as a king.

Even a warrior such as Peottre was not immune to such an assumption. He took less offence at my young prince's words than he would if one of his fellow kaempras had spoken so to him. I saw him uncertain of his footing, yet I could not have said if he was dismayed at the thought that his sister-daughter might not be wed to the Prince, or relieved. 'Truly, it must seem that we have resorted to trickery in tempting you to swear to such a task. And now that you have discovered the full import of your promise, you must feel twice tricked. It is a hero's task that Elliania has laid upon you. You have sworn to do it. Did I desire to indulge in trickery, I would remind you that you had given your word, as well, to wed her. I might ask if you were not, as a Farseer, bound as tightly there to do as you had said you would do. But I release you from that without quibbling. You feel yourself betrayed by us. I ca

but will hold my sword and acknowledge that you had a right to feel yourself wronged.'

From my place of concealment, 1 shook my head. What Peottre said obviously filled him with great emotion, yet 1 knew I was missing the full import of his words. Our traditions were simply too different. One thing 1 did know, and an instant later the Prince echoed my thought even as he looked at Peottre consideringly. Well, I have not bettered the situation. We both stand affronted by the other's behaviour now. How can I improve this? Draw a sword and challenge him right now?

Don't be a fool! Chade's rebuke was as sharp as if Dutiful had been serious. Accept his offer of transport aboard the Tusker to Wuislington. We knew we would have to make that journey; as well to appear to concede it to him. Perhaps we may learn more when we are there. This riddle must be unravelled, and I would have you away from the Hetgurd and any assassination attempts until I know more.

Prince Dutiful lowered his head slightly. I knew it was at Chade's suggestion, but it must have appeared to Peottre that he perhaps regretted the tenor of his earlier words. 'We are pleased to accept your hospitality this night, Peottre Blackwater. And we will take passage on the Tuslter tomorrow, to Wuislington.'

The relief that Peottre felt at Dutiful's words was palpable. 'I myself will vouch for the safety of your folk while we are gone from them.'

Dutiful shook his head slowly. His mind was racing. If Peottre were seeking to separate him from his guard and advisors, he would not allow it. 'My nobles will, of course, remain here. As they are not of the Farseer line, I suspect that they will not be seen as, of my clan and appropriate targets for vengeance. But certain of my entourage must accompany me. My guard, and my advisors. I am sure that you understand.'

What of Thick? He is still very sick. I asked the question urgently.

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'Farseer Prince of the Six Duchies,  in that I think we can

accommodate you.' In his eagerness to be certain of our assent, Peottre almost babbled the words.

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