Chapter 57 Chapter 57 Too Many People Died

"Dead. Too many dead, if you ask me, I do know." The Fool cut in to answer my unspoken question, and I could only look at him blankly.He stuck out his tongue at me, waltzed a little away from me, and held the token under his chin lovingly stroking the mouse's head. "Look, Rat. Like I told you. Nobody knows. And nobody's smart enough to ask." "Can't you just speak up, Fool?" I growled in frustration. He stopped suddenly as if startled, lowered his heels in a half-turn on tiptoe, and stood there like a statue. "Will it help?" he asked gravely. "Would you believe me if I didn't tell you riddles? That would make you stop and ponder every word and go back to your room and ruminate over them later? Very good. I should really try. You know' Did the six wise men go to the rhyme of Jaampe'?"

I still nodded my head in bewilderment as usual. "Then read it aloud and let me listen." "The six wise men went to Jae-Ampe, climbed up the hill and couldn't come down, turned into stones and flew away..." This old nursery rhyme suddenly confused me. "I don't remember all of it. Anyway it's a nonsense rhyme that keeps going around in your head like any other rhyme without meaning." "That's why it's recorded on scrolls, along with intellectual poetry," the Fool concluded. "I don't know!" I retorted, suddenly feeling unbearably annoyed. "There you go again, Fool. All you say is riddles, all of them! You keep saying you want to make things clear, and yet everything you say still bothers me indistinctly."

"Riddles, my dear Fitzboy, are meant to make people think, to discover new truths from old proverbs. But, having said that... your head really bothers me. How can I make you Got it? Maybe I should stand under your window in the dark and sing: "Bastard prince, my sweet Fitz, You waste time in your own frustration. When all efforts are about to blossom, You give up halfway and try to suppress it. " He swayed one knee, plucked it like a string on a token, and sang energetically, and quite well, to the tune of a popular love song.He looked at me, sighed dramatically, licked his lips and continued singing mournfully:

"Why do the people of the Zhanyuan family have no foresight, Just seeing the surface of things emerge? The coast is besieged and attacked, and you and the people are sad and sleepy. I have repeatedly warned and urged, but you and others said that the time has not come! O bastard prince, noble Fitz, Is it necessary to wait until the bones of the people are gone before taking action? " A maid stopped and stood and listened in bewilderment, and another page was peeking at us with a wide-mouthed grin.My cheeks grew red and hot because the Fool looked up at me with gentleness and warmth.I tried to walk away easily, but he followed me on his knees and grabbed my sleeve, and I had to put up with him or struggle ridiculously to get free.I felt so stupid standing there, and he was smirking at me.The page boy was also giggling, and there was also the sound of two people talking interestingly in the corridor.I refused to see who was taking so much pleasure in my uneasiness, but the Fool kissed me, then lowered the volume to something like a secret whisper, and went on singing:

"Can the temptation of the goddess of fate teach you to bow to her? Do your best with your Skill! Gather companions, find trained hands, Make the most of what's inside you. The future is built for you to seek, But look at your enthusiasm. If you win the battle with your wit, and save the principality for my people. The jester on his knees comes here to plead, Teach not the darkness to come and fall, Don't let people's lives be turned into dust, It all depends on your generation to throw their heads. " He paused for a moment and then sang cheerfully: "If you miss the opportunity,

It's like a belly deflated, Please let me with all respect, Watch this rare battle. " He suddenly let go of my cuffs, staggered somersaults away from me, and ended the show with his bare buttocks showing.They looked startlingly pale, and I could no longer hide my surprise and humiliation.The Fool kicked his legs to get dressed, while the Rat on his token bowed with the utmost humility to the spectators who stopped to watch my humiliation.Everyone laughed and applauded one after another, but his performance really left me speechless.I turned my head and tried to move away, but the Fool jumped back to block my path, and then suddenly spoke seriously to the giggling people.

"Bah! You should be ashamed of yourself, why are you so happy? Giggling and pointing at a heartbroken boy! Don't you know that Fitz has lost someone dear to him? Oh, he blushes to hide his grief, and she The death of the dead made it difficult for him to calm his enthusiasm. Who died? The most virtuous and vicious spinster, dear Lady Thyme, no doubt died of her own stench. Some say it was because of eating Rotten meat, but you also said that rotten meat has a stench that makes people afraid to eat it. So we can also say that Mrs. Thyme didn't smell the stench, maybe she thought it was the perfume on her fingers. Mourn no more, poor Fitz, you'll find someone else. And today I'll offer myself, on the head of a gentleman rat, and beg you to hurry up and get it done, because I've put it off for too long. Farewell , poor Fitz. Brace your sad heart! Face your solitude! Poor and melancholy young man! Oh, Fitz, poor poor Fitz..."

Then he wandered the corridors away from me, shaking his head sadly, and discussed with Rat which rich widow he should associate with for my sake, and he betrayed me by being so flamboyant.Even though he was a glib jester, I didn't expect to be the butt of his public laughing stock.I waited for him to go back and say the last few words so I could understand what the hell was going on, but he didn't.As he turned the corner, I thought the ordeal must be over, and walked down the corridor in bewilderment and doubt.My mind is full of doggerel in his rhymes, and I know I'll spend the next few days pondering his love songs, trying to pick up on the lines, the lines.But what about Lady Thyme?Of course he wouldn't "exist" out of nothing, but why did Chade let the public figure he created die like this?What poor woman's body would be brought out instead of Lady Thyme's, to be drawn in a carriage to some distant relation for burial?Could this be how he quietly left Buckkeep on his journey?But why end her life?Is this the only way to make Emperor Zun believe that he has successfully poisoned him?So decisive?

I came to the door of Kettricken's room in confusion, and stood in the corridor to restore my previous calm expression. At this moment, the door on the opposite side opened suddenly, and I saw Regal walking towards me.His momentum pushed me aside, and before I had time to recover, he said with grace, "It's all right, Fitz. I hardly expect an apology from someone as downcast as you." As he stood straight in the hallway A group of young men followed him out of the room sniggering with interest as he put on his jacket, and he smiled back and leaned up to me and whispered viciously, "Old whore thyme is dead, now whose's you drinking Milk? Oh, I see. Are you bound to find other older women to hug you, or are you trying to coax younger women?" He smiled boldly at me, then gracefully waved his sleeves and walked away, followed by three sycophants .