"...My body could hardly handle lifting one of these bricks, much less destroy an entire wall."
Oh, but he may regret those words soon.
"My dear grandfather!" The shocked exclamation comes from someone--clearly Dreamfolk--near the back of the crowd, but his bright, melodic voice carries over the muttering din currently surrounding Chade and his accuser. Then, decked out as brightly as a peacock, the Fool cuts a smooth path through the crowd to approach Chade with wide-eyed (and clearly theatrical, to Chade at least) concern. "There you are! Shall I have to make fast the locks on our doors even during lunch now? What will we do if you fall on your hip again?"
He links his arm with Chade's whether the old spymaster likes it or not, clucking his tongue in insufferably patronizing disapproval as he begins to lead him away from the scene. Around them, the temperature of the audience has shifted from suspicion to something mortifyingly closer to pity for Chade. To the Sentry, the Fool snips snidely, "Is this how you treat the elderly and infirm of your city?--Oh, do be careful of that loose bit of pavement there, Grandfather, your eyes are so poorly now."
II! (surprise)
Oh, but he may regret those words soon.
"My dear grandfather!" The shocked exclamation comes from someone--clearly Dreamfolk--near the back of the crowd, but his bright, melodic voice carries over the muttering din currently surrounding Chade and his accuser. Then, decked out as brightly as a peacock, the Fool cuts a smooth path through the crowd to approach Chade with wide-eyed (and clearly theatrical, to Chade at least) concern. "There you are! Shall I have to make fast the locks on our doors even during lunch now? What will we do if you fall on your hip again?"
He links his arm with Chade's whether the old spymaster likes it or not, clucking his tongue in insufferably patronizing disapproval as he begins to lead him away from the scene. Around them, the temperature of the audience has shifted from suspicion to something mortifyingly closer to pity for Chade. To the Sentry, the Fool snips snidely, "Is this how you treat the elderly and infirm of your city?--Oh, do be careful of that loose bit of pavement there, Grandfather, your eyes are so poorly now."