‘What you know, I can know.’ ‘What did you say?’ I asked the Fool uneasily. His words had replied so exactly to my thoughts that it sent a chill up my spine. ‘I said, what you know, I can know,’ he repeated absently. ‘Why?’ ‘Exactly my thought. Why would I wish to know what you know?’ ‘No. I mean, why did you say that?’ ‘In truth, Fitz, I’ve no idea. The words popped into my head and I said them. I often say things I have not well considered.’ The last he said almost as an apology.
