“Raiders in Neatbay. Five Red-Ships. I have to rouse the King. What are you doing, sleeping here? Are you afraid to go back to your own room anymore?”
He laughed bitterly. “More like I fear to leave this one, lest I never be allowed in again. The last time Wallace locked me out, it took me an hour of yammering and hammering before the King realized I was missing and demanded to know where I was. The time before that, I slipped in with the breakfast things. The time before that-”
“They seek to separate you from the King?”
He nodded. “With honey or a whip. This night, Regal offered me a purse with five bits of gold in it, if I would make myself presentable and come down to entertain them. Oh, how he did go on after you had left, over how badly I was missed at the court below, and what a shame it was for me to waste my youth shut away up here. And when I said I found King Shrewd’s company more congenial than that of other fools, he flung the teapot at me. Put Wallace in a fair bit of a huff, for he had just brewed up as nasty a mess of herb tea as would make one long for the perfume of farts.”
The Fool had been kindling candles and poking up the fire on the King’s hearth as we spoke. Now he drew back one of the heavy bed curtains. “My liege?” he said as gently as one might speak to a sleeping child. “FitzChivalry is here with important tidings for you. Will you awaken and hear him?”
At first the King made no response. “Your Majesty?” the Fool called to him again. He damped a cloth in a bit of cool water and patted the King’s face with it. “King Shrewd?”