King Shrewd chuckled. “You don’t make a bit of sense, Fool. But then you never did. Good night to all, and off to bed, lads, both of you. Good night, good night.”
I slipped out while Regal was saying a more formal good night to his father. It was all I could do to walk past Wallace’s simpering smile without smashing it from his face. Once in the hall outside, I swiftly sought my own room. I would take the Fool’s advice, I thought, and hide myself in Chade rather than stand before the heat of the King’s son.
I spent the rest of that evening in my room alone. I knew that as night deepened, Molly would wonder when I did not come tapping at her door. But I had no heart for it tonight. I could not summon the energy to slip out of my room and go creeping up the stairs and slinking down the corridors, always worrying that someone might step out abruptly and find me where I had no right to be. At one time I would have sought out Molly’s warmth and affection and found a measure of peace there. That was no longer the case. Now I dreaded the stealth and anxiety of our meetings, and a guardedness that did not even end when her door closed behind me. For Verity rode within me, and ever I must guard that what I felt and thought with Molly did not spill over into the link I shared with Verity.
I gave up on the scroll I had been trying to read. What use now to learn of Elderlings, anyway? Verity would find whatever Verity found. I flung myself back on my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Even still and silent, there was no peace in me.