rh.theassassinsapprentice-第28节
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w villages； and would…be raiders would have a hard time keeping their ships off the rocks while raiding。 His southern coast was seldom bothered。 Watch Island itself was home to little more than gulls； goats； and a hefty population of clams。 Yet the tower there was critical to the early defense of Southcove in Shoaks Duchy。 It manded views of both the inner and outer channels； and was placed on a natural summit that allowed its beacon fires to be easily seen from the mainland。 Shemshy himself had a watchtower on Egg Island； but Egg was little more than a bit of sand that stuck up above the waves on high tide。 It manded no real view of the water； and was constantly in need of repair from the shifting of the sands and the occasional storm tide that overwhelmed it。 But it could see a watch…fire warning light from Watch Island and send the message on。 As long as Watch Island Tower lit such a fire。
Traditionally； the fishing grounds and clamming beaches of Watch Island were the territory of Rippon Duchy； and so the manning of the watchtower there had fallen to Rippon Duchy as well。 But maintaining a garrison there meant bringing in men and their victuals； and also supplying wood and oil for the beacon fires； and maintaining the tower itself from the savage ocean storms that swept across the barren little island。 It was an unpopular duty station for men…at…arms； and rumor had it that to be stationed there was a subtle form of punishment for unruly or unpolitical garrisons。 More than once when in his cups； Kelvar had declaimed that if manning the tower was so important to Shoaks Duchy； then Lord Shemshy should do it himself。 Not that Rippon Duchy was interested in surrendering the fishing grounds off the island or the rich shellfish beds。
So when Shoaks's villages were raided； without warning； in an early spring spree that destroyed all hopes of the fields being planted on time； as well as saw most of the pregnant sheep either slaughtered； stolen； or scattered； Lord Shemshy had protested loudly to the King that Kelvar had been lax in manning his towers。 Kelvar denied it； and asserted that the small force he had installed there was suitable for a location that seldom needed to be defended。 〃Watchers； not soldiers； are what Watch Island Tower requires；〃 he had declared。 And for that purpose； he had recruited a number of elderly men and women to man the tower。 A handful of them had been soldiers； but most were refugees from Neatbay； debtors and pickpockets and aging whores； some declared； while supporters of Kelvar asserted they were but elderly citizens in need of secure employment。
All this I knew better from tavern gossip and Chade's political lectures than Burrich could imagine。 But I bit my tongue and sat through his detailed and strained explanation。 Not for the first time I realized he considered me slightly slow。 My silences he mistook for a lack of wit rather than a lack of any need to speak。
So now； laboriously； Burrich began to instruct me in the manners that； he told me； most other boys picked up simply by being around their elders。 I was to greet people when I first encountered them each day； or if I walked into a room and found it occupied； melting silently away was not polite。 I should call folk by their names； and if they were older than me or of higher political station； as； he reminded me； almost anyone I met on this journey would be； I should address them by title as well。 Then he inundated me with protocol； who could precede me out of a room； and under what circumstances （almost anyone； and under almost all conditions； had precedent over me）。 And on to the manners of the table。 To pay attention to where I was seated； to pay attention to whoever occupied the high seat at that table and pace my dining accordingly； how to drink a toast； or a series of toasts； without overindulging myself。 And how to speak engagingly； or more likely； to listen attentively； to whoever might be seated near me at dinner。 And on。 And on。 Until I began to daydream wistfully of endlessly cleaning tack。
Burrich recalled my attention with a sharp poke。 〃And you're not to do that； either。 You look an imbecile； sitting there nodding with your mind elsewhere。 Don't fancy no one notices when you do that。 And don't glare like that when you're corrected。 Sit up straight； and put a pleasant expression on your face。 Not a vacuous smile； you dolt。 Ah； Fitz； what am I to do with you？ How can I protect you when you invite troubles on yourself？ And why do they want to take you off like this anyway？〃
The last two questions； put to himself； betrayed his real concern。 Perhaps I was a trifle stupid not to have seen it。 He wasn't going。 I was。 For no good reason that he could discern。 Burrich had lived long enough near court to be very cautious。 For the first time since he had been entrusted with my care； I was being removed from his watchfulness。 It had not been so long since my father had been buried。 And so he wondered； though he didn't dare say； whether I would be ing back or if someone was making the opportunity to quietly dispose of me。 I realized what a blow to his pride and reputation it would be if I were to be 〃vanished。〃 So I sighed； and then carefully mented that perhaps they wanted an extra hand with the horses and dogs。 Verity went nowhere without Leon； his wolfhound。 Only two days before he had plimented me on how well I managed him。 This I repeated to Burrich； and it was gratifying to see how well this small subterfuge worked。 Relief flooded his face； then pride that he had taught me well。 The topic instantly shifted from manners to the correct care of the wolfhound。 If the lectures on manners had wearied me； the repetition of hound lore was almost painfully tedious。 When he released me to go to my other lessons； I left with winged feet。
I went through the rest of the day in a distracted haze that had Hod threatening me with a good whipping if I didn't attend to what I was doing。 Then she shook her head over me； sighed； and told me to run along and e back when I had a mind again。 I was only too happy to obey her。 The thought of actually leaving Buckkeep and journeying； journeying all the way to Neatbay was all I could fit inside my head。 I knew I should wonder why I was going； but felt sure Chade would advise me soon。 Would we go by land or by sea？ I wished I had asked Burrich。 The roads to Neatbay were not the best； I'd heard； but I wouldn't mind。 Sooty and I had never been on a long journey together。 But a sea trip； on a real ship 。。。
I took the long way back to the keep； up a path that went through a lightly wooded bit of rocky hillside。 Paper birches struggled there； and a few alder； but mostly it was nondescript brush。 Sunlight and a light breeze were playing together in the higher branches； giving the day a fey and dappled air。 I lifted my eyes to the dazzle of sun through the birch leaves； and when I looked down； the King's fool stood before me。
I stopped in my tracks； astonished。 Reflexively； I looked for the King； despite how ridiculous it would have been to find him here。 But the Fool was alone。 And outside； in the daylight！ The thought made the hair on my arms and neck stand up in my tightened skin。 It was mon knowledge in the keep that the King's fool could not abide the light of day。 mon knowledge。 Yet； despite what every page and kitchen maid nattered knowingly； there stood the Fool； pale hair floating in the light breeze。 The blue and red silk of his motley jacket and trousers was startlingly bright against his paleness。 But his eyes were not as colorless as they were in the dim passages of the keep。 As I received their stare from only a few feet away in the light of day； I perceived there was a blueness to them； very pale； as if a single drop of pale blue wax had fallen onto a white platter。 The whiteness of his skin was an illusion also； for out here in the dappling sunlight I could see a pinkness suffused him from within。 Blood； I realized with a sudden quailing。 Red blood showing through layers of skin。
The Fool took no notice of my whispered ment。 Instead； a finger was held aloft； as if to pause not only my thoughts but the very day around us。 But I could not have focused my attention more pletely on anything； and when he was satisfied of this； the Fool smiled； showing small white separate teeth； like a baby's new smile in a boy's mouth。
〃Fitz！〃 he intoned in a piping voice。 〃Fitz fitz fice fitz。 Fatz sfitz。〃 He stopped abruptly； and again gave me that smile。 I stared back uncertainly； without word or movement。
Again the finger soared aloft； and this time was shaken at me。 〃Fitz！ Fitz fix fice fitz。 Fats sfitzes。〃 He cocked his head at me； and the movement sent the dandelion fluff of his hair wafting in a new direction。
I was beginning to lose my fear of him。 〃Fitz；〃 I said carefully； and tapped my chest with my forefinger。 〃Fitz； that's me。 Yes。 My name is Fitz。 Are you lost？〃 I tried to make my voice gentle and reassuring so as not to alarm the poor creature。 For surely he had somehow wandered off from the keep； and that was why he seemed so delighted to find a familiar face。
He took a breath through his nose； and then shook hi
