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Робин Хобб. Fool’s Errand
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Dedication
ONE. Chade Fallstar
TWO. Starling
THREE. Partings
FOUR. The Hedge-Witch
FIVE. The Tawny Man
SIX. The Quiet Years
SEVEN. Heart of a Wolf
EIGHT. Old Blood
NINE. Dead Man’s Regrets
TEN. A Sword and a Summons
ELEVEN. Chade’s Tower
TWELVE. Charms
THIRTEEN. Bargains
FOURTEEN. Laurel
FIFTEEN. Galeton
SIXTEEN. Claws
SEVENTEEN. The Hunt
EIGHTEEN. Fool’s Kiss
NINETEEN. The Inn
TWENTY. Stones
TWENTY-ONE. Dutiful
TWENTY-TWO. Choices
TWENTY-THREE. The Beach
TWENTY-FOUR. Confrontations
TWENTY-FIVE. Ransom
TWENTY-SIX. Sacrifice
TWENTY-SEVEN. Lessons
TWENTY-EIGHT. Homecoming
TWENTY-NINE. Buckkeep Town
EPILOGUE
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PROLOGUE. Losses Sustained
ONE. Piebalds
TWO. Chade’s Servant
THREE. Echoes
The Liveship Traders
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For Ruth and her Stripers, Alexander and Crusades.
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‘I understand your fears,’ he confessed quietly. ‘But I think you are wrong. I believe Galen deliberately instilled that fear in you. He limited what you learned, and he battered fear into you. But I’ve read the Skill-scrolls. I haven’t deciphered all that they tell, but I know it is so much more than simply being able to communicate across a distance. With the Skill, a man can prolong his own life and health. It can enhance a speaker’s powers of persuasion. Your training … I don’t know how far it went, but I’ll wager Galen taught you as little as he could.’ I could hear the excitement building in the old man’s voice, as if he spoke of a hidden treasure. ‘There is so much to the Skill, so much. Some scrolls imply that the Skill can be used as a healing tool, not only to find out exactly what is wrong with an injured warrior, but actually to encourage the healing of those hurts. A strong Skilled one can see through another’s eyes, hear what that other hears and feels. And –’
‘Chade.’ The softness of my voice cut him off. I had known a moment of outrage when he admitted he’d read the scrolls. He’d had no right, I’d thought, and then known that if his Queen gave them to him to read, he had as much right as anyone. Who else should read them? There was no Skillmaster any more. That line of ability had died out. No. I had killed it. Killed off, one by one, the last trained Skill-users, the last coterie ever created at Buckkeep. They had been faithless to their King, so I had destroyed them and the magic with them. The part of me that was rational knew that it was magic better left dead. ‘I am no Skillmaster, Chade. It’s not only that my knowledge of the Skill is incomplete, but that my talent was erratic. If you’ve read the scrolls, then I’m sure you’ve discovered for yourself, or heard from Kettricken, that using elfbark is the worst thing a Skilled one can do. It suppresses or kills the talent. I’ve tried to stay away from it; I don’t like what it does to me. But even the bleakness it brings on is better than the Skill-hunger. Sometimes I’ve used elfbark steadily for days at a time, when the craving is bad.’ I looked away from the concern on his face. ‘Whatever talent I ever had is probably stunted beyond recall now.’
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