And when Kettricken’s child, my last hope, came into the world still and blue, what could it be but my doing somehow?’ ‘No!’ The word burst from me with a strength I had not known I had. The Fool flinched as if I had struck him. Then, ‘Yes,’ he said simply, carefully taking my hand again. ‘I am sorry. I should have known you did not know. The Queen was devastated at the loss. And I. The Farseer heir. My last hope crumbled away.
