Chapter 22 Section 22 Destroying Rumors

She's in business and knows the business world inside and out, and I think she'll be able to rebuild her business after a period of employment.but what about youWhat can you bring her?You write well, but you don't have the full-fledged skills of a clerical instrument.You're a good stable helper, but that's not how you make a living.You are the illegitimate son of the prince, and you live in the castle with everything you need, but you have no fixed pocket money.It might be a comfortable room for one person, but do you expect to bring Molly over to live with her?Or do you really believe the king will let you leave Buckkeep?So what if he agrees?Would you live with your wife on her hard-earned money and do nothing yourself?Or are you willing to learn business from her and become her right-hand man? "

She finally stopped, not expecting me to answer any questions, and I didn't even try.She took a breath and continued: "You're behaving like a thoughtless boy. I know you mean no harm, but we have to make sure things don't hurt anyone, especially Molly. You're in the royal court But she wasn't, would you let people call her your concubine, or worse, a Buckkeep whore? Buckkeep has long been a male court. The Queen of Desire is... Queen, but she doesn't take the court as seriously as Queen Steadfast does. Buckkeep has a Queen now, and things are different, and you'll find out. If you really want Molly to be your wife, she must She has to integrate into court life step by step, otherwise she will feel like an outsider in the crowd who is nodding politely. Let me tell you the truth, Fitz Horseman, I am not being cruel to you, but it is better for me to be cruel than to let Mo It's much better for Lily to have been treated cruelly all her life." She said so calmly, her eyes never leaving my face.

She waited for my answer, and then I asked helplessly, "So what should I do?" She looked down at her hands, then into my eyes again. "Don't do anything now, I mean it. I made Molly my maid and taught her everything I could at court. She was a good student, and when she taught me herbs and perfumes, it was the most inspiring thing." Pleasant teacher. I asked Federun to teach her to write, which is her favorite thing! However, things should be like this now. She must be accepted by the ladies of the court as mine. A lady of the nobility, not a woman of illegitimate children. After a while, you will be able to find her, but it is best not to see her alone, or even give up the idea of ​​seeing her."

"But I'll have to talk to her alone, just briefly, and then I promise to obey your rules. She thinks I'm trying to trick her, Patience. She thinks I was drunk last night, and I have to explain... ..." But before I could say the next thing, Patience shook his head, and went on, until I stammered to a halt. "We've heard rumors that she's only here for you, and people have gossiped about it. I'm going to dispel the rumors and assure everyone that Molly is here because she's having a hard time, and that her mother was in The court of Queen Resolute runs errands for Lady Harleigh. Because it's so true, she can come to me, isn't Lady Harleigh my first friend since I came to Buckkeep?"

"You know Molly's mother?" I asked curiously. "Not really. She left here before I came to Buckkeep and married a candlemaker, but I do know Lady Hale, and she's been good to me." She ignored my question. "But, can't I go into your room and talk to her privately, and then..." "I don't allow scandal!" she declared firmly. "I will not cause a scandal. You have enemies at court, Fitz, and I will not make Molly the victim they choose to hurt you. That's it, have I made it clear?" She made it very clear, especially things I thought she didn't know.How well does she know my enemy?Does she think it's social?Although these disturbances have already turned upside down in the court.I think of Regal and his sly one-liners, and how he shifts his tone of voice to the diners at dinner, making them laugh at each other falsely and murmur to the prince's criticisms.I thought about how to kill him.

"You can tell by your chin." Patience got up and put the teacup back on the table. "Leixi, I think it's time for Fitz Horse to rest now." "Please at least tell her not to be mad at me," I begged her, "tell her I wasn't drunk last night, tell her I never meant to cheat her or hurt her." "I don't know how to spread the word! Neither do you, Lacey! Don't think I didn't see the wink between you two. Remember, Fitz, I believe you know how to be polite. This female candlemaker is not Knowing you, that's the way it should be. Let's go, Lacey. Fitz, I hope you can rest tonight."

They left me.Although I tried to catch Lexi's eyes and win her cooperation, she refused to look at me.The door closed behind them and I had to lie back on the bed.I try not to let my heart twitch at Patience's restrictions on me, her rules are annoying, but she's right.I just hope Molly sees my behavior as mindless nonsense, not deceit or tacit connivance. I got up and lit the fire, then sat on the fireplace and looked into my room.After living in the Mountain Kingdom for a few months, it sure looked like a desolate place.The decoration of the wardrobe in the room was just a dusty tapestry of King Wise and the friendliness of the Old Ring, matching the room like the cedar chest at the foot of my bed.I looked up at the tapestry tapestry with scrutiny. It was old and infested, which is why it was exiled here.It would have given me nightmares if I had seen it when I was little.The tapestry was woven in the old-fashioned style, the Wise King looked too tall, and the wurlings were nothing like any creature I'd ever seen.

Their protruding shoulders appear to have wings, perhaps representing a halo around their shoulders.I leaned against the fireplace and watched them carefully. I dozed off and woke up with a sketch on my shoulder.The secret door leading to Chade's grounds by the fireplace was tantalizingly open, and I stood up stiffly, stretched, and walked up the flagstone stairs.I was in my pajamas just like on my first visit many years ago.I was walking along with an old man with a pockmarked face and bright, piercing eyes like a hawk's, and he looked terrifying.He taught me how to kill and he became my friend without words, and I took it all.

The stone steps were cold, and the candlesticks on the wall were still covered with cobwebs, dust, and soot. It was conceivable that the steps were not cleaned, and neither was Chade's place.It's as chaotic and dirty as ever, but comfortable.At one end of the room was the fireplace where he worked, the bare flagstone floor, and the huge desk.The table was still as untidy as ever, with mortar and pestle, sticky plates of meat shavings for weasels to steal away from, pots of dried herbs, slates and scrolls, spoons and tongs, and charred pots, Still exudes a strong smell of smoke, lingering throughout the room.