The Complete Tawny Man Trilogy Omnibus (235 page)

It touched me, that he did not argue the necessity of it, and that he offered to delay his own triumph. ‘No. You go on. You’ve a Narcheska to claim and an alliance to create. I’ll need no one, for I’m hoping to go back in where Riddle and the others came out.’

‘That’s a fool’s errand, Fitz. You’ll never find it again. I listened to Riddle’s answers as closely as you did.’

I smiled at his choice of words. ‘Oh, I think I will. I can be tenacious about things like this. All I ask is that you leave me what food you can spare and any extra warm clothing you have. It may take me some time to accomplish this.’

He looked uncertain at those words. ‘Lord FitzChivalry, forgive me for saying this, but this may be a rash risk of yourself, for no gain. Lord Golden is beyond feeling anything. There is little chance you will find a way back in, let alone find his body. I do not think I am wise to allow this.’

I ignored his final statement. ‘And that is another thing. You will be going back to enough chaos. You scarcely need Lord FitzChivalry’s resurrection in the midst of it. I suggest that you meet quietly with your Wit-coterie and still all their tongues about
me. I’ve already spoken to Longwick. I don’t think I need worry about Riddle. Everyone else is dead.’

‘But … the Outislanders know who you are. They’ve heard you called by that name.’

‘And it has no significance for them. They won’t recall my true name any more than I can recall Bear’s or Eagle’s. I’ll simply be the crazy one who stayed on the island.’

He threw his hands wide in a gesture of despair. ‘And we are still back to you remaining on this island. For how long? Until you starve? Until you find that your quest is as futile as mine was?’

I pondered it briefly. ‘Give me a fortnight,’ I said. ‘A fortnight from now, arrange for a boat to come back here for me. If I haven’t succeeded in a fortnight, I’ll give it up and come home.’

‘I don’t like this,’ he grumbled. I thought he would argue further, but then he countered with, ‘A fortnight. And I won’t wait to hear from you, so do not Skill to me to beg for more time. In a fortnight, there will come a boat to this beach to take you off. And regardless of your success or failure, you will meet it and board it. Now, we have to hurry, before they’ve finished loading everything.’

But in the end, that was an idle fear. The crews were actually unloading things from the ships to make more room for the extra passengers. Chade grumbled and swore at my stubbornness, but in the end, he had to give way to me, mostly because I would not change my mind and everyone else was in a great rush to leave on the change of the tide.

It was still surpassing strange to stand on the shore and watch the ships borne away on the tide’s change. Heaped behind me on the beach was a miscellaneous dump of equipment. I had far too many tents and sleds for one man to use, and an adequate if very uninteresting supply of food. In the time between the ships vanishing and the fall of night, I picked through what they had left me, loading what I thought I’d actually use into my own battered old pack. I put in extra clothing, as much food as I thought I would need, and my feathers from the Others’ beach. Longwick had left me a very serviceable sword; I think it had been Churry’s. I had Longwick’s own belt-knife. The Fool’s tent and bedding I kept, setting it up for my night’s shelter, and his cooking supplies, as
much because they were his as because they were the lightest to pack. Chade, I found to my amusement, had left me a small keg of his blasting powder. As if I’d risk tinkering with that again! My hearing was still not what it should have been. Yet, in the end, I did put a pot of it into my pack.

I built up a good fire for myself that night. Driftwood was not plentiful on the beach, but there was only one of me to warm, so I indulged myself. I had expected to find the peace that isolation usually brought to me. Even when my spirits were darkest, solitude and the natural world had always comforted me. But tonight, I did not feel that. The restless humming of the submerged stone dragon was like a simmering reminder of the Pale Woman’s evil. I wished there were a way to still it, to cleanse the evil carving back to honest stone again. I made up a generous pot of hot porridge for myself and recklessly sweetened it with some barley sugar that Dutiful had left for me.

I had just taken my first mouthful when I heard footsteps behind me. I choked and sprang to my feet, drawing my sword. Thick stepped into the circle of my firelight, grinning sheepishly. ‘I’m hungry.’

I swayed with the shock of it. ‘You can’t be here. You’re supposed to be on the ship, going back to Zylig.’

‘No. No boats for me. Can I have some dinner?’

‘How did you stay behind? Does Chade know? Does the Prince? Thick, this is impossible! I have things to do, important things to do. I can’t look after you right now.’

‘They don’t know yet. And I’ll look after myself!’ he huffed. I’d hurt his feelings. As if to prove he could, he went to the heap of abandoned cargo and rummaged until he came up with a bowl. I sat, staring at the flames, feeling completely defeated by fate. He came back into my firelight and sat down on a stone across from me. As he dished up more than half the porridge for himself, he added, ‘It was easy to stay. I just went with
Chade, with Chade
at Prince, and
with Prince, with Prince
at Chade. They believed me and got on the boats.’

‘And no one else noticed you were missing?’ I asked sceptically.

‘Oh. I went
don’t see me, don’t see me
at the others. It was easy.’
He resumed eating with pragmatic enjoyment of the food. He was obviously pleased with how clever he’d been. Between mouthfuls he asked, ‘How did you trick them into letting you stay?’

‘I didn’t trick them. I stayed because I had a task I had to do. I still do. They’ll be back for me in a fortnight.’ I put my head into my hands. ‘Thick. You’ve done me a bad turn. I know you didn’t mean to, but it’s bad. What am I going to do with you? What did you plan to do when you stayed here?’

He shrugged and spoke through the porridge. ‘Not get on a boat. That’s what I planned. What did you plan to do?’

‘I planned to go on a long walk, back to the icy place. And kill the Pale Woman if I could find her. And bring back Lord Golden’s body, if I could find it.’

‘All right. We can do that.’ He leaned forward and looked into the porridge pot. ‘Are you going to eat that?’

‘It seems not.’ My appetite had fled, along with all thoughts of peace. I watched him eat. I had two choices. I knew I could not leave him alone on the beach while I went off to hunt the Pale Woman. It would have been like leaving a small child to look after himself. I could remain here with him on the beach for a fortnight until the boat that Dutiful had promised to send back for me arrived. Then I could send Thick off with it, and try to resume my tasks. By then, autumn would be upon this northern island. Falling snow would join the blowing snow to obscure all signs of passage. Or I could drag him along with me, proceeding at his plodding, torturous pace, taking him into danger. And taking him, also, into a very private part of my life. I did not want him to be there when I recovered the Fool’s body. It was a task I wished and needed to do alone.

Yet there he was. Depending on me. And unwanted, there came to me the memory of Burrich’s face when I had first been thrust into his care. So it had been for him. So it was for me now. I watched him scraping the last of the porridge from the kettle and licking the sticky spoon.

‘Thick. It’s going to be hard. We have to get up early and travel fast. We are going up into the cold again. Without much fire, and with very boring food. Are you sure you want to do this?’

I don’t know why I offered him the choice.

He shrugged. ‘Better than getting on a boat.’

‘But eventually, you will have to get on a boat. When the boat comes back for me, I’m leaving this island.’

‘Nah,’ he said dismissively. ‘No boats for me. Will we sleep in the pretty tent?’

‘We need to let Chade and the Prince know where you are.’

He scowled at that, and I thought he might try to use the Skill to defeat me. But in the end, when I reached for them, he was with me, very much enjoying the prank he had played on them. I sensed their exasperation with him and their sympathy for me, but neither offered to turn back the ships. In truth, they could not. A tale such as they bore would not await the telling. Neither ship could turn back. For either the Prince or the Narcheska to be absent would not be acceptable to the Hetgurd. They must go on. Chade offered grimly to send back a boat for us the moment they docked in Zylig, but I told him to wait, that we would Skill to them when we were ready to leave.
Not on a boat
, Thick added emphatically, and none of us had the will to argue with him just then. I was fairly certain that when he saw me leave, he would depart with me. By then, he would probably be very weary and bored with survival here. I could not imagine him desiring to stay on the island alone.

And as the night wore on, I reflected that perhaps it was better for me that he was there, in some ways. When I bedded down in the Fool’s tent that night, Thick seemed an intruder there, as out of place as a cow at a harvest dance. Yet, if he had not been there, I know I would have sunk into a deep melancholy, and dwelt on all I had lost. As it was, he was a distraction and an annoyance, and yet also a companion. In caring for him, I did not have time to examine my pain. Instead, I had to create a pack for him with a share of supplies that I thought he could carry. Into his pack I put mostly warm clothing for him and food, knowing he would not abandon food. But as I prepared for sleep, I already dreaded the morrow and dragging him along with me.

‘Are you going to sleep now?’ Thick demanded of me as I pulled my blankets up over my head.

‘Yes.’

‘I like this tent. It’s pretty.’

‘Yes.’

‘It reminds me of the wagon, when I was little. My mother made things pretty, colours and ribbons and beads on things.’

I kept silent, hoping he would doze off to sleep.

‘Nettle likes pretty things, too.’

Nettle. Shame washed through me. I had sent her into danger and nearly lost her. And since that moment, I had made no effort to contact her. The way I had risked her shamed me, and I was shamed that I had not been the one to save her. And even if I’d had the courage to beg her forgiveness, I did not have the courage to tell her that her father was dying. Somehow, it felt like that was my fault. If I had not been here, would Burrich have come? Would he have challenged the dragon? This was the measure of my cowardice. I could go off, sword in hand, hoping to kill the Pale Woman. But I could not face the daughter I had wronged. ‘Is she all right?’ I asked gruffly.

‘A little bit. I’m going to show her this tent tonight, all right? She will like this.’

‘I suppose so.’ I hesitated, and then ventured one step closer. ‘Is she still afraid to go to sleep?’

‘No. Yes. Well, but not if I’m there. I promised her I wouldn’t let her fall in there again. That I’ll watch her and keep her safe. I go into sleep first. Then she comes in.’

He spoke as if they were meeting in a tavern, as if ‘sleep’ were a room across town, or a different village down the road. When he spoke again, my mind struggled to comprehend what the simple words meant to him. ‘Well. I have to go to sleep now. Nettle will be waiting for me to come for her.’

‘Thick. Tell her … no. I’m glad. I’m glad you can be there like that.’

He leaned up on one stubby elbow to tell me earnestly, ‘It will be all right, Tom. She’ll find her music again. I’ll help her.’ He took a long breath and gave a sleepy sigh. ‘She has a friend now. Another girl.’

‘She does?’

‘Um. Sydel. She comes from the country and is lonely and cries
a lot and doesn’t have the right kind of clothes. So she is friends with Nettle.’

That told me far more than I’d wanted to know. My daughter was afraid to sleep, unhappy at night, lonely and befriending a disowned Piebald. I was suddenly certain that Hap was doing just as well as Nettle was. My spirits sank. I tried to be satisfied that Kettricken had removed Sydel from her undeserved isolation. It was hard.

The Fool’s tiny oil firepot flickered between us and died away to nothing. Darkness, or what passes for darkness in that part of the world on a summer night, cupped our tent under her hand. I lay still, listening to Thick’s breathing and the wash of the waves on the beach and the disquieting mutter of the disjointed dragon under the water. I closed my eyes, but I think I was afraid to sleep, fearful both that I’d find Nettle or that I wouldn’t. After a time, it seemed to me that sleep truly was a place and I’d forgotten the way there.

Yet, I must have slept eventually, for I awoke to dawn light shining in through the colours of the Fool’s tent. I’d slept far longer than I intended, and Thick slumbered still. I went outside, relieved myself, and brought wash water to heat from the icy stream. Thick did not get up until he smelled the morning’s porridge cooking. Then he emerged, stretching cheerfully, to tell me that he and Nettle had hunted butterflies all night, and she had made him a hat out of butterflies that flew away just before he woke up. The gentle silliness cheered me, even as it made a sharp contrast with my plans.

I tried to hurry Thick along, with small success. He walked idly on the beach while I struck the tent and loaded it onto my back. It took some persuasion to get him to take up his own pack and follow me. Then we set off down the beach in the direction from which Riddle and his fellows had come. I had listened intently to Riddle’s tale. I knew they had followed the beach for about two days. I hoped that if I did the same and then watched for where they had climbed down onto the beach, I’d find my way back to the crevasse where they had emerged from the Pale Woman’s realm.

Yet I had not reckoned with having Thick with me. At first he followed me cheerfully down the beach, investigating tide pools and
bits of driftwood and feathers and seaweed as we went. He wet his feet, of course, and grumbled about that, and was soon hungry. I’d thought of that, and had travellers’ bread and some salt-fish in a pouch. It was not what he had hoped for, but when I made it clear that I was going to continue hiking regardless of what he did, he took it and chewed as we walked.