The Golden Fool

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Робин Хобб. The Golden Fool

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PROLOGUE. Losses Sustained

ONE. Piebalds

TWO. Chade’s Servant

THREE. Echoes

FOUR. The Betrothal

FIVE. Shared Sorrows

SIX. Obliteration

SEVEN. Lessons

EIGHT. Ambitions

NINE. Stone Wager

TEN. Resolutions

ELEVEN. Tidings from Bingtown

TWELVE. Jek

THIRTEEN. Challenges

FOURTEEN. Scrolls

FIFTEEN. Quarrel

SIXTEEN. Fathers

SEVENTEEN. Explosions

EIGHTEEN. Pink Sugar Cake

NINETEEN. Laudwine

TWENTY. Coterie

TWENTY-ONE. Convalescence

TWENTY-TWO. Connections

TWENTY-THREE. Revelations

TWENTY-FOUR. Connections

TWENTY-FIVE. Convocation

TWENTY-SIX. Negotiations

TWENTY-SEVEN. Spring Sailing

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The Fool set a cautious hand to my shoulder. ‘Fitz. If they are gone, it is already too late. If Tom Badgerlock goes racing off today, you will only stir curiosity and invite pursuit. You may lead the Piebalds straight to them. They will be expecting you to bolt after they threatened you. They’ll be watching the gates out of Buckkeep. So, think coolly. It could be that your fears are groundless. How would they connect Tom Badgerlock to Hap, let alone know where the boy came from? Take no reckless action. See Chade first and tell him what you fear. And speak to Prince Dutiful. His betrothal is tonight. The lad holds himself well, but his is a thin and brittle façade. See him, reassure him.’ Then he paused and ventured, ‘Perhaps someone else could be dispatched to—’

‘No.’ I cut him off firmly. ‘I must go myself. Some of what is there I will take, and the rest I will destroy.’ My mind danced past the charging buck that the Fool had carved into my tabletop. FitzChivalry Farseer’s emblem graced Tom Badgerlock’s board. Even that seemed a threat to me now. Burn it, I decided. Burn the whole cottage to the ground. Leave no trace that I had ever lived there. Even the herbs growing in the garden told too much about me. I should never have left that shell of myself for anyone to nose through; I should never have allowed myself to leave my marks so plainly on anything.

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