Fool's Fate (Tawny Man, #3)

by Robin Hobb

Dret set the point of his blade to the small of the Fool’s back and urged him against the stone dragon. He held him there for only an instant. The Fool did not scream. Perhaps it did not cause pain to his body. But as the man took back his sword, the Fool recoiled from the stone as a hand does from a hot ember. He leaned against the brief length of his chains, trembling but soundless. On the dragon’s skin, I saw for an instant the outline of my friend’s body as the dragon drank in his memories and emotions. Then his silhouette faded into the stone. I wondered what the Fool had lost in that brief kiss of stone. A summer’s day from his childhood, a moment of watching King Shrewd and Chade talking by the firelight of the hearth in the old king’s room? Had it been some moment he and I had shared, now snatched from him and gone forever? He would know such things had happened, but Forging would erase their significance to him. Our friendship and all we had meant to one another slowly would be erased from his mind before he died. When he died, he would not even have memories of having been loved to ease his passage.