In an instant Jonqui was there, calling Burrich back, and then they were both holding down my flailing limbs. Burrich’s body weight was flung atop me as he strove to restrain my thrashing. And then I was gone.
I came out of blackness into light, like surfacing from a deep dive into warm waters. The deep down of the feather bed cradled me, the blankets were soft and warm. I felt safe. For a moment all was peaceful. I lay quiescently, almost feeling good.
“Fitz?” Burrich asked, leaning over me.
The world came back. I knew myself a mangled, pitiful thing, a puppet with half its strings tangled or a horse with a severed tendon. I would never be as I was before; there was no place left for me in the world I had once inhabited. Burrich had said pity is a poor substitute for love. I wanted pity from none of them.
“Burrich.”
He leaned closer over me. “It wasn’t that bad,” he lied. “Just rest now. Tomorrow-”
“Tomorrow you leave for Buckkeep,” I told him.
He frowned. “Let’s take it slowly. Give yourself a few days to recover, and then we’ll-”
“No.” I dragged myself up to a sitting position. I put every bit of strength I had into the words. “I’ve made a decision. Tomorrow you will go back to Buckkeep. There are people and animals waiting for you there. You’re needed. It’s your home and your world. But it’s not mine. Not anymore.”
He was silent for a long moment. “And what will you do?”
I shook my head. “That’s no longer your concern. Or anyone’s, save mine.”
“The girl?”
I shook my head again, more violently. “She’s taken care of one cripple already, and spent her youth doing so, only to find that he left her a debtor. Shall I go back and seek her out, like this? Shall I ask her to love me so I can be a burden to her like her father was? No. Alone or wed to another, she’s better off now as she is.”