He does not know what is happening. He does not know why he last left the Fool at death's door in Buckkeep - his own fault - and yet the Fool is here, relatively hale and hearty.
But the Fool is safe.
He does not know where here is, or how they can go back home.
But the Fool is safe.
"Come," he says, stowing the axe in the strapping between his shoulders. He offers a hand, or an arm, whatever the Fool might need. "There is a place we can wash, and I have a change of clothes and a few small comforts. Take what you will."
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He does not know what is happening. He does not know why he last left the Fool at death's door in Buckkeep - his own fault - and yet the Fool is here, relatively hale and hearty.
But the Fool is safe.
He does not know where here is, or how they can go back home.
But the Fool is safe.
"Come," he says, stowing the axe in the strapping between his shoulders. He offers a hand, or an arm, whatever the Fool might need. "There is a place we can wash, and I have a change of clothes and a few small comforts. Take what you will."