Chapter 32 Chapter 32 Your Son Wants to Kill Me

We confronted each other for a while, locking each other's eyes firmly.Then he ducked his head and pretended to swipe the dust off his sleeves, and strode past me, but I didn't give way.He wasn't pushing me like he used to, and I took a breath and moved on. I didn't know the guard at the door, but he waved me to the king's chambers.I sighed, and assigned myself another task.I had another chance to learn to remember people's names and faces, and it happened that there were a lot of people crowded into the court to see the new queen, and I would be recognized by people I didn't know. "He's that little bastard, and he knows it by the looks of it.

"I was hurt two days ago when I heard the bacon monger say that to his apprentice outside the kitchen door. Things have changed so quickly for me. King Shrewd's room shocked me.I had expected a window to open to the cold winter air, and then watched Shrewdly sitting at the table, ready to go, as majestic as a commander-in-chief listening to his officers' reports.He was always a keen elder, demanding on himself, getting up early every day, and just like his name was shrewd and cunning.I went into his bedroom and looked in through the open door. Inside the door, still in shadow over half the bedroom, a servant, clearing the plates by the rich curtain of the bed, glanced at me and then looked away, obviously thinking I was a footman too.The air in the room was stagnant, and there was a musty smell as if it hadn't been lived in or ventilated for a long time.I waited a moment for the servant to notify King Shrewd of my arrival, and when he continued to ignore my visit, I walked cautiously to the bedside.

"Your Majesty the King?" I ventured to say to him who was speechless, "I have come to see you at your command." Shrewd sat in the shadow of the bed curtain with a lot of cushions beside him, watching me speak with open eyes. "Who... oh, it's Fitz. Sit down! Wallace, bring him a chair and a set of cups and plates by the way." As the servant left to get his things as ordered, Shrewd confessed to me, "I miss Shevers so much. He's been with me for so many years, and he knows what to do without me having to ask." "I remember him, Your Majesty. Where, then, is he?"

"He fell ill this fall, and never recovered. It made him weaker and weaker, and he wheezed every breath. He kept coughing, and then died." I think back to the servant.He wasn't young then, but he wasn't very old either.Surprised at his passing, I stood speechless while Wallace brought me chairs and cups and trays.He grumbled when I sat down, but I ignored him, for he would soon understand King Shrewd's own etiquette. "And you, Your Majesty? Are you well? I never had the impression that you were in bed at this hour of the morning." King Shrewd made an impatient voice: "It's really annoying. It's not a disease, it's just a bout of dizziness, and I get dizzy when I move too fast. Every morning I thought I wouldn't be dizzy anymore, but when I got up , I felt as if all the stones in Buckkeep were rolling under my body, so I had to lie on the bed, eat and drink something, then get up slowly, and I would be fine by noon.

I think it has something to do with the winter chill, though the doctor said it might be from an old sword wound—a wound around your age.You see, the scar is still there, but I thought the injury was healed long ago. King Shrewd leaned against the bed curtain and bent forward, stroking a lock of gray hair on his left forehead with a trembling hand. I nodded when I saw the old scar on his forehead. "But enough. I didn't come to you to discuss my health. I guess you're wondering, why should I come to you?" "You want me to report all the events in Jaampa?" I guessed, glancing at Wallace who was wandering by.If it had been Shevers, he would have sensibly left long ago, allowing Shrewd and I to talk without scruple.And I wondered how I could be so bold as to speak freely in front of my new servant.

However, Shrewd put aside what he just said. "It's all arranged, boy," he said heavily. "Verity and I discussed it, and let those things go! I don't think you can tell me much that I don't know, or that I have guessed. Verity and I have had long talks, and I'm sorry about some things...but, things happen, and we've got to reset anyway, haven't we?" Thousands of words choked in my throat.Regal.I want to tell him.Your son wants to kill me, your illegitimate grandson.Have you also had a long conversation with him?Before or after you made me subject to him?But, as Chade or Verity have told me, I have no right to ask the king, not even if he has placed my life in the hands of his youngest son.I gritted my teeth to hold back these doubts in my heart.

Shrewd looked into my eyes, then to Wallace. "Wallos, go to the kitchen or somewhere else, don't stay here." Wallace didn't look very happy, but still touched his nose and left.Following Shrewdly's instructions, I got up and closed the door, then sat back in my seat. "Fitz Horseman," he said solemnly, "it won't work." "Your Majesty." I looked into his eyes for a moment, then lowered my head. He said gravely: "Boys with ambitions do stupid things sometimes, and when someone points out their mistakes, they apologize." I looked up suddenly, wondering if he was expecting an apology from me, but he He continued: "I take this apology lightly and accept it, and now it's time to move on. On that, just trust me!" He said softly, as if he wasn't about to make any demands. "The less said, the easier it is to remedy the situation."

I leaned back in my chair, took a breath, and sighed cautiously.After a while I controlled myself and looked up at him frankly. "May I ask why you summoned me, Your Majesty the King?" "There is an unpleasant matter," he said sullenly. "The Duke of Plondie of Bearnes thinks I should settle the matter. He is afraid that if I do not deal with it, the consequences will be disastrous. He feels that if direct action is taken... Politically inappropriate. I begrudgingly agree to his request. Haven't we had enough of domestic troubles and external troubles from robbers? However, they still have the right to ask me, and it is my duty to say yes to them .So, you will once again bring justice to the king, Fitz."

He told me about Bearnes' condition in detail.A woman arrives at Ripple Castle from Seal Bay to offer Prondi her willingness to be a warrior.He gladly accepted, for she was strong and capable, skilled with club, bow, and sword, as beautiful and strong as a sea otter, small and dark and round.Her arrival was very welcome by the guards, and she soon became a favored member of the Prondi court.She is not your typical charisma, but she has the courage and willpower of a leader.Prondi himself came to appreciate her, for she reinvigorated the city and instilled a new and uplifting spirit in his guard.

But she has recently made herself a seer and seer, declaring that El, the god of the sea, has given her a greater mission, and saying that her name is Madija, and although her parents are unknown, she is now in a ceremony of fire, wind and water. Zhong re-named herself Nvjie.She ate only the meat of the animals she hunted, and the room was filled with homemade decorations or gifts from jousting victories.Her entourage has a big background, including some young nobles and soldiers following her.She preached and told everyone to believe in and honor El, uphold the traditional rules, and advocate a strict and simple way of life to honor the honor a person has earned through his own strength.