Fool's Errand (Tawny Man, #1)(167)

He drew his sword from its sheath. I knew he had never fought in his life. As he lifted his blade, he looked very uncertain. Then he took a breath, and set his face in the lines of Lord Golden's expression. He squared his shoulders and an expression of cold competence came into his eyes. He can't fight. Don't be stupid.

The riders were closing in. They walked their horses up the hill toward us, unhurried, letting us watch our deaths come. You have an alternative?

“You can't hold me and fight!” Dutiful's voice was elated. He obviously believed that they had already won. “The moment you let go, I'll run. You'll die for nothing! Let me go now, let me talk to them. Maybe I can bargain for your life.”

Do not let her have him. Kill him before you let them take him.

I felt a great coward, but shared the thought anyway. do not know if I can do that.

You must. We both know what they intend. If you cannot kill him then . . . then take him into the pillar. The boy can Skill, and you were linked with the Scentless One once. It may be enough. Go into the pillar. Take them with you.

The riders below conferred with one another briefly, then fanned out to flank us as they came. As the woman had promised, they would take no chances. They were grinning and shouting to one another. Like the Prince, they believed they had us trapped.

It won't work. Don't you remember what it was like? It took all my strength to hold you together in that passage, and we were tightly linked. I might be able to hold the boy together through the journey, or you, but not both of you. I do not know if I could even pull the Foolin with me. Our Skilllink is old and thin. I might lose you all.

You don't have to choose. I cannot go with you. I'm too tired, my brother. But I will stay here and hold them back for as long as I can, while you escape.

“No,” I groaned, even as the Fool suddenly said, “The pillar. You said the boy was Skilling. Could not you ?”

“No!” I cried out. “I will not leave Nighteyes to die alone! How can you suggest it?”

“Alone?” The Fool looked puzzled. A very odd smile twisted his mouth. “But he will not be alone. I will be here with him. And” he drew himself up, squaring his shoulders “I will die before I allow them to kill him.”

Ah, that would be so much better. Every hackle on Nighteyes' body was standing as he watched the advancing line of men and horses, but his eyes glinted merriment at me.

“Send the lad down to us!” a tall man shouted. We ignored him.

“Do you think that makes it better for me?” I demanded of the Fool. They were mad, both of them. “I might be able to go through the pillar. I might even be able to drag the boy through, though I wonder if his mind would come through intact. But I doubt that I can take you with me, Fool. And Nighteyes refuses to go.”

“Go where?” Dutiful demanded. He tried to shake off my grip and I twisted his arm tighter. He subsided.

“For the last time, will you yield?” the tall horseman shouted up at us.

“I seek to reason with him!” Lord Golden called back. “Give me time, man!” He put a note of panic in his voice.

“My friend.” The Fool set his hand on my shoulder. He pushed me softly, backward toward the stone. I gave ground and took Dutiful with me. The Fool's eyes never left mine. He spoke softly and carefully, as if we were alone and had all the time in the world. “I know I can't go with you. It grieves me that the wolf will not. But I still tell you that you must go and take the boy. Don't you understand? This is what you were born for, why you have stayed alive despite all the odds against you all these years. Why I have forced you to stay alive, despite all that was done to you. There must be a Farseer heir. If you keep him alive and restore him to Buckkeep, that is all that matters. We keep the future on the path I have set for it, even if it must go on without me. But if we fail, if he dies . . .”

“What are you talking about?” the Prince demanded angrily.

The Fool's voice faded. He stared down the hill at the steadily advancing men, but his gaze seemed to go farther than that. My back was nearly touching the monolith. Dutiful was suddenly quiescent in my grip, as if spelled by the Fool's soft voice. “If we all die here,” he said faintly. “Then ... it ends. For us. But he is not the only change we have wrought . . . time must seek to flow as it always has, washing all obstacles away. So ... fate finds her. In all times, fate battles against a Farseer surviving. Here and now, we guard Dutiful. But if we all fall, if Nettle becomes the lone focus of that battle ...” He blinked his eyes a number of times, then he drew a ragged breath before he turned back to me. He seemed to be returning from a far journey. He spoke softly, breaking ill tidings to me gently. “I can find no future in which Nettle survives after the Prince has died.” His face went sallow and his eyes were old as he admitted, “There are not even any swift, kind ends for her.” He drew a deep breath. “If you care anything at all for me, do this thing. Take the boy. Keep him alive.”

Every hair on my body stood up in horror. “But ” I choked. All the sacrifices I had made to keep her safe? All for nothing? My mind completed the picture. Burrich, Molly, and their sons would stand beside her, would fall with her. I could not get my breath. “Please go,” the Fool begged me. I could not tell what the boy made of our talk. He was a weight I grasped, firmly immobilizing him as my mind raced furiously. I knew there was no escape from this maze fate had set us. The wolf formed my thought for me. If you stay, we all still die. If the boy does not die, the Witted take him, and use him to their own ends . Dying would be kinder. You cannot save us, but you can save the boy.