Fool's Fate (Tawny Man #3)

“And we are responsible for bringing dragons back into the world, so they may wreak this change upon us again?” I asked him.

“Yes. We are.” He seemed quite calm about it. “Humanity will learn the cost of living in proximity to dragons. Some will pay it gladly. Elderlings will return.”

We walked for a time in silence and another question came to me. “But what of dragons? Do they take no effect from their exposure to us?”

He was silent for a longer time. Then he said, “I suspect they do. But they find it shameful and banish such beings. You have been to Others Island.”

That boggled my thoughts. I could think of nothing to say. Again we came to a junction of corridors, one of ice and two of stone. I chose one of the stone ones at random. As we paced along it, I tried to reconcile the Fool's notion of Elderlings with what I had experienced of them.

“I thought Elderlings were close to gods,” I said at last. “Far loftier than humans in both spirit and mind. So they have seemed when I've encountered them, Fool.”

He gave me a quizzical look.

“In the Skill-current. Bodiless beings, of great power of mind.”

He threw up his head suddenly and I halted beside him, listening. He turned to look at me, his eyes huge. My hand went to my sword. For a time, we stood frozen. I heard nothing. “It's all right,” I told him. “Air moves in these old passages. It sounds like someone whispering in the distance.”

He nodded, but it took several minutes for his breath to slow. Then he said, “I suspect that the Skill is what remains to you from an older time. That it is the trailing end of a talent that developed between dragons and humans, as a way to communicate. I do not understand what you speak of when you talk of the Skill-current, but perhaps the ability can allow one to transcend the need for a physical body. You have already shown me that it is a far more powerful magic than I ever suspected. Perhaps it was a result of living alongside the dragons, and perhaps it lingered. So that even after dragons were gone, the descendants of the Elderlings kept that ability, and passed it down to their children. Some inherited little of it. In others”—he gave me a sideways glance—“the Elderling blood ran stronger.”

When I was silent for a time, he asked, almost mockingly, “You can't quite admit it aloud, can you? Not even to me.”

“I think you are wrong. Would not I know such things if they were true, would not I feel them? You seem to be saying that I am descended, somehow, from the Elderlings. And that would mean that, in a sense, I am part dragon myself.”

He gave a snort of laughter. It was so welcome a sound from him that I treasured it, even at my expense. “Only you would put it that way, Fitz. No. Not that you are part dragon, but rather that, somewhere, the stuff of dragons entered your family line. Some ancestor of yours may have ‘breathed the dragon's breath,' as the old tales say. And it has come down to you.”

We walked on, our feet scuffing on stone. The passages echoed oddly, and several times the Fool glanced back over his shoulder. “Like a long-tailed kitten born from a long line of stump tails?” I asked him.

“I suppose you could think of it that way.”

I nodded slowly to myself. “That would account for the Skill cropping up in odd places. Even in the Outislanders, it would seem.”

“What's this?”

His eyes had always been sharper than mine. His long fingers touched a mark scratched on the wall. Incredulous, I stepped closer to peer at it. It was one of mine. “It's the way home,” I told him.

Chapter 31

DRAGON'S HEAD

And dark Oerttre, mother to them all, lifted her eyes and shook her head.

“It cannot be,” she said with grave resolve. “We are not bound by what mere men have said.

My eldest must remain here, to reign after me. Woman to woman is our power passed.

You would take our Narcheska to be your Queen? Of all our treasure, she would be the last

That we would forfeit, no matter what your deed. Show me in fact how you have fulfilled

The letter of your promise. In blood you wrote your vow that you'd do as she had willed.

O Farseer Prince, recall now the boast that you did say:

On these hearthstones of our mothershouse, icefyre's head you'd lay.”

— “THE DRAGON'S HEAD,” COCKLE LONGSPUR

We followed my marks backward through the Elderling maze, and emerged eventually from the crack in the icy wall into a bright day. The wind was brisk and blowing ice crystals filled the air, peppering our skins and making the steep path treacherous underfoot. The clear light of true day made my eyes tear. The Fool went before me down the steep path. Here, exposed to the wind and cold, his weakness showed plain, and I muttered at my own stupidity. This had overtaxed him. The second time he slipped, I took a firm grip on the back of his collar and kept him upright on his feet until we reached the Black Man's door. “Knock!” I told him, but when he only stared back at me, bleary-eyed with exhaustion, I reached past him to thud my fist against the wood.