Golden Fool

And the wisdom of three tankards of ale after a sleepless night and a long day of unsettling news persuaded me that the best thing to do would be to go to Jinna and tell her that she had been right. Somehow, that would make things better. The fuzziness of why that would be so did not dissuade me. I set out for her door through the quiet night.



The snow had stopped falling. It was a clean blanket, mostly smooth, over Buckkeep Town. It draped eaves and gentled the rutted streets, hiding all sins. My boots scrunched through it as I walked the quiet streets. I nearly came to my senses when I reached Jinna’s door, but I knocked anyway. Perhaps I just needed a friend, any kind of a friend, that badly.



I heard the thud of the cat leaping from her lap, and then her footsteps. She peeked out of the top half of her door. “Who’s there?”



“It’s me. Tom Badgerlock.”



She shut the top half of the door. It seemed like a long time before she unlatched the whole door and opened it to me. “Come in,” she said, but her voice sounded as if she didn’t care if I did or didn’t.



I stood outside in the snow. “I don’t need to come in. I just wanted to tell you that you were right.”



She peered at me. “And you are drunk. Come in, Tom Badgerlock. I’ve no wish to let the night cold into my house.”



And so I went in instead. Fennel had already claimed her warm spot in her chair, but he sat up to look at me disapprovingly. Fish?



No fish. Sorry.



“Sorry” is not fish. What good is “sorry”? He curled up again, and hid his face in his tail.



I admitted it. “Sorry isn’t much good, but it’s all I have to offer.”



Jinna looked at me grimly. “Well, it’s far more than anything else you’ve given me lately.”



I stood with the snow from my boots melting on her floor. The fire crackled. “You were right about Hap. I should have intervened a lot sooner and I didn’t. I should have listened to you.”



After a time longer she said, “Do you want to sit down for a while? I don’t think you should try to walk back to the castle just now.”



“I don’t think I’m that drunk!” I scoffed.



“I don’t think you’re sober enough to know how drunk you are,” she replied. And while I was trying to unravel that, she said, “Take your cloak off and sit down.” Then she had to move her knitting off one chair and the cat off the other, and then we both sat down.



For a short time we both just looked into her fire. Then she said, “There’s something you should know about Svanja’s father.”



I met her eyes unwillingly.



“He’s a lot like you,” she said quietly. “It takes some time for him to get his temper up. Right now, he just feels grief over what his daughter is doing. But as it becomes common talk in town, there will be men who will goad him about it. Grief will change to shame, and not long after that, to fury. But it won’t be against Svanja that he vents it. He’ll go after Hap, as the culprit who has deceived and seduced his daughter. By then, he’ll be righteous as well as angry. And he is strong as a bull.”



When I sat silent, she added, “I told Hap this.” Fennel came to her and wafted up into her lap, displacing her knitting. She petted him absently.



“What did Hap say?”



She made a disgusted sound. “That he wasn’t afraid. I told him that had nothing to do with it. And that sometimes being stupid and being not afraid were two twigs of the same bush.”



“That pleased him, no doubt.”



“He went out. I haven’t seen him since.”



I sighed. I was just starting to get warm. “How long ago?”



She shook her head at me. “It’s no use your going after him. It was hours ago, before sundown.”



“I wouldn’t know where to look for him anyway,” I admitted. “I couldn’t find him last night, and wherever they were then is where they probably are now.”



“Probably,” she agreed quietly. “Well, at least Rory Hartshorn didn’t find them last night, either. So they’re probably safe for now.”



“Why can’t he just keep his daughter in at night? Then no one would have a problem.”



She narrowed her eyes at me. “No one would have a problem if you could just keep your son in at night, Tom Badgerlock.”



“I know, I know,” I admitted resignedly. And a moment later I added, “You really shouldn’t have to deal with any of this.”



A few moments later, the rest of that thought forced its way to the front of my mind. “When Svanja’s father decides to look for Hap, he’ll look for him here.” I squeezed my brows together. “I never meant to bring all this trouble to your door, Jinna. I started out just wanting a friend. And now everything is a mess, and it’s all my fault.” I considered the conclusion of that. “I suppose I’d best go face up to Rory Hartshorn.”