“No,” he denied. His pale hair floated out from beneath his cap in a halo as he shook his head. “But I assisted. Thank you for bathing. It makes my task of checking on you less onerous. I’m glad you’re awake. You snore abominably.”
I let his comment pass. “You’ve grown,” I observed.
“Yes. So have you. And you’ve been sick. And you slept quite a long time. And now you are awake and bathed and fed. You still look terrible. But you no longer smell. It’s late afternoon now. Are there any other obvious facts you’d like to review?”
“I dreamed about you. While I was gone.”
He gave me a dubious look. “Did you? How touching. I can’t say I dreamed of you.”
“I’ve missed you,” I said, and enjoyed the brief flash of surprise on the Fool’s face.
“How droll. Does that explain why you’ve been playing the fool yourself so much?”
“I suppose. Sit down. Tell me what’s been happening while I was gone.”
“I can’t. King Shrewd is expecting me. Rather, he isn’t expecting me, and that is precisely why I must go to him now. When you feel better, you should go and see him. Especially if he isn’t expecting you.” He turned abruptly to go. He whisked himself out the door, then leaned back in abruptly. He lifted the silver bells at the end of one ridiculously long sleeve and jingled them at me. “Farewell, Fitz. Do try to do a bit better at not letting people kill you.” The door closed silently behind him.
I was left alone. I poured myself another cup of tea and sipped at it. My door opened again. I looked up, expecting the Fool. Lacey peeked in and announced, “Oh, he’s awake,” and then, more severely, demanded, “Why didn’t you say how tired you were? It’s fair scared me to death, you sleeping a whole day ‘round like that.” She did not wait to be invited, but bustled into the room, clean linens and blankets in her arms and Lady Patience on her heels.