Prepare for debate
What I have completed:
(Fitz explains what it’s like to share a Wit-bond)
Starling sat up and stretched. “It gives one an entirely different outlook on scratching his ears,” she observed. The Fool answered her with a snort of laughter, sat up in his bedding, and immediately reached to scratch Nighteyes behind the ears. The wolf fell over on him in appreciation.
Other men might dream of high honors or riches or deeds of valor sung by minstrels. I wanted to come home to a small cot as light faded, to sit in a chair by a fire, my back aching from work, my hands rough with toil, and hold a little girl in my lap while a woman who loved me told me of her day. Of all the things I had ever had to give up simply by virtue of the blood I carried, that was the dearest. Must I now surrender that? Must I become to Molly forever the man who had lied to her, who had left her with child and never returned, and then caused that child to be stolen from her as well?
I had not meant to speak aloud. I did not realize I had until the Queen replied. “That is what it is to be Sacrifice, FitzChivalry. Nothing can be held back for oneself. Nothing.”
“I’m sorry,” I said weakly. “I have never been what you thought I was,” I confessed. “Never.”
Only because you’re choosing not to be.
I am angry at Fitz tonight.
I’m sorta liveblogging Assassin’s Quest…
Hope it’s not annoying anyone.
Nighteyes > Molly
The Fool > Molly
Chade > Molly
Verity > Molly
The whole Six Duchies > Molly
Every other character in this book > Molly
Oh god, I fucking love Nighteyes
(Fitz to Chade) “Would you truly take my daughter for the throne? Another bastard for the Farseer line… Would you have let her be used as we have been used?”
Something grew still in his face. The set of his mouth hardened into resolve. “I will do whatever I have to do to see a truehearted Farseer on the Six Duchies throne again. As I am sworn to do. As you are sworn also.”
Damn fucking straight, Fitz.
“Too bad you didn’t manage to kill Regal,” the Fool observed suddenly.
“I know. I tried. As a conspirator and an assassin, I’m a failure.”
He shrugged for me. “You were never really good at it, you know. There was a naïveté to you that none of the ugliness could stain, as if you never truly believed in evil. It was what I liked best about you.” The Fool swayed slightly where he sat, but righted himself. “It was what I missed most, when you were dead.”
I smiled foolishly. “A while back, I thought it was my great beauty.”
For a time, the Fool just looked at me. Then he glanced aside and spoke quietly. “Unfair. Were I myself, I would never have spoken such words aloud. Still. Ah, Fitz.” He looked at me and shook his head fondly. He spoke without mockery, making almost a stranger of himself. “Perhaps half of it is that you were so unaware of it. Not like Regal. Now there’s a pretty man, but he knows it too well. You never see him with his hair tousled or the red of the wind on his cheeks.”
For a moment I felt oddly uncomfortable. Then I said, “Nor with an arrow in his back, more’s the pity,” and we both went off into the foolish laughter that only drunks understand.
“Tomorrow,” he told me gravely. “We shall be ourselves again. The Fool and the Bastard. Or the White Prophet and the Catalyst, if you will. We will have to take up those lives, as little as we care for them, and fulfill all fate has decreed for us. But for here, for now, just between us two, and for no other reason save I am me and you are you, I tell you this. I am glad, glad that you are alive. To see you take breath puts the breath back in my lungs. If there must be another my fate is twined around, I am glad it is you.”
He leaned forward then and for an instant pressed his brow to mine. Then he breathed a heavy sigh and drew back from me. “Go to sleep, boy,” he said in a fair imitation of Chade’s voice. “Tomorrow comes early. And we’ve work to do.” He laughed unevenly. “We’ve the world to save, you and I.”
I love the Fool
and I love the Fool and Fitz together, every aspect of their relationship,
…I just sighed. “All I want to do is go home to Molly and our little daughter.”
Shut the fuck up, Fitz.
“I go to serve my king. To lend whatever aid I may to Kettricken and Verity’s heir-child. And then to go on, to beyond the Mountains, to find and restore my king. So he may drive the Red Ships from the Six Duchies coast and we may know peace again.”
For a moment all was silence save for the slicing wind outside the barn. Then she snorted softly. “Do even half of that, and I shall have my hero song.”
“I have no desire to be a hero. Only to do what I must to be free to live my own life.”