Fool’s Quest

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Робин Хобб

Год написания книги

2019

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‘I’m blind,’ the Fool reminded him tartly.

‘Oh. I beg pardon, sir. He has on a brown vest decorated with buttons of horn, over a white shirt, the sleeves cut full, with a dozen or so buttons on long cuffs. The collar is open at the throat. He is wearing no jewellery. His trousers are a darker brown, with a line of buttons, also horn, down the outer seams. He’s wearing heeled shoes with a plain but lifted toe.’ He cleared his throat. ‘And his face is splotched with mud.’

‘It’s ink!’ I objected.

‘As if that matters,’ the boy muttered.

The Fool interrupted. ‘The buttons. How recent a fashion are they here?’

‘A few folk were wearing them last summer, but now everyone—’

‘Fitz, come here. Stand before me.’

I did as he told me, amazed to see that he almost looked animated. I wondered when anyone had last demanded his help. When he felt me standing before him, he lifted his hands and ran them over my garments as if I were a horse he was considering buying. He felt the fabrics, touched the rows of buttons, tugged at my collar and then touched my chin.

‘Don’t shave,’ he instructed me abruptly, as if I had been poised with razor in hand. ‘Ash. Can you cut the buttons from the trousers and leave no trace they were ever there?’

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