“Regal,” I said again. “I told you he believes she is the King’s poisoner. How could you have been so careless? You know he blames Lady Thyme for his mother’s death! Shall we be so polite as to let him kill us all? He will not stop until the throne is his.”
“And I tell you again, I will hear nothing of treason!” Chade all but shouted the words. He sat down in his chair and cradled Slink in his lap. The little beast sat up, tidied his whiskers, and then curled up again to compose himself for sleep. I watched Chade’s pale hand, the standing tendons, the paper skin, as he stroked his small pet. He looked only at the weasel, his face closed. After a moment he spoke more calmly. “I think our king was right. We should all redouble our caution. And not just for Kettricken. Or ourselves.” He lifted tortured eyes to mine. “Watch over your women, boy. Neither innocence nor ignorance is any protection against this night’s work. Patience, Molly, even Lacey. Find a way, a subtle way, to give Burrich warning as well.” He sighed, asked of no one, “Have we not enemies enough outside our walls?”
“Aplenty,” I assured him. But I said no more of Regal to him.
He shook his head. “This is an ill way for me to begin a journey.”
“A journey? You?” I was incredulous. Chade never left the Keep. Almost. “Where?”
“Where I need to go. Now I think I need almost as much to stay.” He shook his head to himself. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone, boy. I won’t be about to watch over you.” And that was as much as he would tell me.