When we reached Buckkeep, Chade led off the guards with the trove of scrolls. The Prince took my hand and thanked me for a job well done, as if I were any guardsman who had completed a difficult task at risk to himself. Hand to hand, he pushed his Skilling into my mind. I could barely hear him. Come to see you soon. Rest now.
Nettle and Thick followed him as he strode away and I was assisted into the infirmary where I was very content to lie still and think of nothing. I believe that several days passed. It was hard to keep track of things like time. The headaches and dizziness passed, but the vagueness lingered. I had been somewhere and experienced something vast and I knew that, but could not find any words for it, even to explain it to myself. It was so large and foreign an event that it challenged all the meaning and order that I gave to the rest of my life. Small things stole my attention: the dance of motes in a beam of sunlight, the twisted wool woven to form my blanket, the grain of the wood in the frame of my bed. It wasn’t that I could not Skill; it was more that I could not see the point of it, nor gather the energy and focus to do it.
They fed me well and let me rest. Visitors came and went and left almost no impression on me. Once I opened my eyes to see Lacey looking down on me with stern disapproval. I closed them. The healer could do nothing for me and often loudly observed in my vicinity that he thought I was a lazy malingerer. They brought an old, old woman to see me. After our eyes met, she nodded vigorously and said, ‘Oh, yes, he has that Pecksie-nibbled look to him. The Pecksies took him underground and fed on him. It’s known they have a hole up there, near the Witness Stones. They’ll take a new lamb or a child, or even a strong man if he’s in his cups when he wanders about up there.’ She nodded sagely and advised, ‘Give him mint tea and cook his meat with garlic until he reeks of it. They can’t abide that, and they’ll soon enough let him go. When his nails have grown long enough to be cut, and he cuts them, that’ll set him free.’
And so they fed me a meal of garlicky mutton with mint tea, and then pronounced me cured and turned me out of the infirmary. Riddle was waiting for me. He told me that I looked like a mooncalf. He took me to the steams, crowded with noisy guardsmen laughing far too loudly, and then in the guardsman’s act of ultimate purification, took me to the complete chaos of the guards’ tables and effortlessly persuaded me to drink ale with him until I had to stagger outside and vomit. The level of shouted conversation and laughter made me feel oddly alone. One young guardsman asked me six times where I had been, and finally I simply said, ‘I got lost coming back,’ which made me the cleverest fellow at the table for nearly an hour. If he had expected it to shake loose my tale from me, it failed. Yet, oddly enough, I felt better, as if my body’s violent protest over the mistreatment had persuaded me that, yes, I was human and had to make allowances for it. I woke the next day in the barracks, stinking and sweaty, and went back to the steams. I scraped my fouled beard from my face and scrubbed myself with salt and then washed all over with cold water. I dressed in a fresh guard’s uniform, for my trunk had returned with the rest of the quest’s company and gear, and then ate a very simple and small breakfast of porridge in the crowded and noisy guardroom. Just outside the door of the guards’ mess, the kitchen rattled and clanged as if a battle were going on there, with whole companies of kitchen help attacking their tasks.
Feeling more like myself than I had in days, I used the concealed door near the laundry court to enter Chade’s labyrinth and made my way up to the workroom.
I found the worktable lined with oily scrolls spread out for cleaning and copying. There were fresh apples in a basket by the hearth chairs. They had not been ripe when last I was in this room. That little fact rocked me more than I expected it to. I sat down, focused myself and reached for Chade. Where are you? I need to report. I need someone to help me make sense of this.
Ah! Excellent to hear you. I would very much welcome your report. We are in Verity’s tower. Can you make the climb?
I think so. But not swiftly. Wait for me.
I made the climb, but they did have to wait for me. When I emerged from the side of the hearth, I received a shock, for Lady Nettle, unmistakably Lady Nettle in her green gown and lace collar, was seated at the great table with Chade, Dutiful and Thick. She looked only mildly surprised to see me emerge. I lifted a strand of cobwebs from across my eyes and shook it from my fingers into the hearth. Then, uncertain of my role, I offered a guard’s courteous bow to all of them and stood as if awaiting orders.
‘Are you quite all right?’ Dutiful asked me and came to offer me his arm to my seat at the table. I was too proud to take it, and even seated at the table, I was uncertain of how to proceed. Chade marked my furtive glances at Nettle, for he burst into a laugh and said, ‘Fitz, she’s a member of the coterie now. You must have expected it to come to this.’
I glanced at her. Her look was like a knife, and her words as cold and sharp as she sank them into me. ‘I know your name, FitzChivalry Farseer. I even know that I am your bastard daughter. My mother knew no Tom Badgerlock, you see. So, while you were in the infirmary, she went to see who had claimed to be her old friend. Then she came away and told me all. All.’
‘She does not know “all”,’ I said faintly. Abruptly I could think of no more to say. Chade got up hastily, poured brandy and brought it to me. My hand shook so that I could scarcely raise it to my mouth.
‘Well, your mother named you well,’ Dutiful observed acidly to her.
‘As did yours,’ Nettle replied sweetly.
‘Enough, both of you. We will set this aside while Fitz tells us where he was while guards combed the entire kingdom for him.’ Chade spoke quite firmly.
‘Molly is here? At Buckkeep?’
‘Everyone is here at Buckkeep. The whole world came for Harvest Fest. Tomorrow night.’ Thick spoke with satisfaction. ‘I get to help with the apple press.’
‘My mother is here. And all my brothers. Who know nothing of any of this, and my mother and I have decided it is best that it remain that way. They are here because my father will be honoured at Harvest Fest for his role in the slaying of the dragon. As will Swift, and the rest of the Wit-coterie.’