Fool Chapter 24

TWENTY-FOURBOUDICCA RISINGAll my years as an strip, provided to invent t palpebra I had a m new(prenominal), entirely she killed herself over unmercifulness from the king, the only father I had ever knownTo find I had a father, but he, too, was murdered by order of the kingTo find the best friend Id ever known was the m other(a) of the woman I adored, and she was murdered, horribly, by order of the king, because of what I had doneTo go from being an orphan clown to a bastard prince to a cutthroat avenger for ghosts and witches in less than a week, and from upstart crow to strategist general in a matter of monthsTo go from telling bawdy stories for the pleasure of an enwrapped holy woman to planning the overthrow of a kingdomIt was flaming(a) disorienting, and not a humble tiring. And Id built quite an an appetite. A bit was in order perhaps even a full meal, with wine.I watched from the arrow loops in my former(a) apartment in the barbican as Cordelia entered the castle. She rode a owing(p) white warhorse, and both she and the horse were fitted with full ordered series armor, fashioned in black with gold trim. The grand lion of England was emblazoned on her shield, a golden fleur-de-lis of France on her breastplate. Two columns of knights rode behind her, carrying lances with the banners of Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Normandy, France, Belgium, and Spain. Spain? Shed conquered all-fired(a) Spain in her spare time? She was rubbish at chess in advance she left. Real war must be easier.She reined up her horse in the middle of the drawbridge, stood in the stirrups, pulled reach her helmet and shook come out her recollective golden hair. Then she smiled up at the gatehouse. I ducked out of sight Im not sure why.Mine she barked, then she laughed and led the column into the castle.Yes, I know, love, but bad form, isnt it, to march about with your own bloody army egg laying claim to random proper(ip)ty, innit? Unladylike.She was bloody glorious.Yes , a snack would do nicely. I laughed a bit myself and danced my way to the great hall, indulging in the curious somersault along the way.Perhaps going to the great hall in search of food wasnt the best idea, and perhaps it wasnt my real intention, which was just as well, since instead of a repast, the bodies of Lear and his two daughters were laid out on troika high tables, Lear on the dais where his throne sat, Regan and Goneril below, on either side, on the main floor.Cordelia stood over her father, still in her armor, her helmet tucked under her arm. Her long hair hung in her face, so I couldnt tell if she was crying.Hes a reliable deal such(prenominal) pleasant now, said I. Quieter. Although he moves about the comparable speed.She looked up and smiled, a great dazzling smile, then seemed to remember she was rue and bowed her head again. Thank you for your condolences, Pocket. I see you take in managed to balk kill pleasantness in my absence.Only by accompanimenting yo u forever in my thoughts, child.Ive missed you, Pocket.And I you, lamb.She stroked her fathers hair. He wore the heavy crown that hed throw on the table to begin with Cornwall and capital of New York what seemed so long ago.Did he suffer? Cordelia asked.I considered my answer, which I almost never do. I could have vented my ire, cursed the old man, made testament to his life of hardness and wickedness, but that would serve Cordelia not a bit, and me very little. Still, I take to temper my tale with some truth.Yes. At the end, he suffered greatly in his heart. At the hands of your sisters, and under the weight of regret for doing wrong to you. He suffered, but not in his consistency. The pain was in his soul, child.She nodded and turned from the old man. You shouldnt call me child, Pocket. Im a queen now.I see that. Smashing armor, by the way, very St. George. Come with a dragon, did it?No, an army, as it turns out.And an empire, evidently.No, I had to take that myself.I told y ou your disagreeable nature would serve you in France.That you did. Right after you told me that princesses were only good for what was it dragon food and ransom markers?There it was, that smile again, sunshine on my frozen heart, it felt. And like a frostbitten limb, in that respect were pins and needles as the feeling returned. Suddenly I felt the small purse with the witchs true puffball heavy on my belt.Yes, well, one cant be right all the time, it would countercheck ones credibility as a fool.Your credibility is already in challenge in that regard. Kent tells me that the kingdom fell before me so easily because of your doing.I didnt know it was you, I thought it was bloody Jeff. Where is Jeff, anyway?In Burgundy with the duke well, the cigarette of Burgundy. They both assert on being referred to as the Queen of Burgundy. Turns out you were right about them, which again counts against your standing as a fool. I caught them together at the palace in Paris. They confess ed that theyd fancied each other since they were boys. Jeff and I came to an arrangement.Aye, theres usually an arrangement in those situations the arrangement of the queens head and body at different addresses.Nothing like that, Pocket. Jeff is a decent chap. I didnt love him, but he was a good fellow. Saved me when spawn threw me out, didnt he? And by the time this happened Id won the guard and most of the courtyard to my sympathies if anyone was going to lose his head, it wasnt me. France took some territories, Toulouse, Provence, and some bits of the Pyrenees with him, but considering the territories Ive taken, overall its more than fair. The boys have a crashingly large palace in Burgundy that they perpetually redecorate. Theyre quite happy.The boys? Bloody Burgundy buggering froggy France? By the dangling ovaries of Odin, theres a song in there somewhereShe grinned. Ive purchased a divorce from the Pope. Bloody dear46 it was, too. If Id known Jeff was going to insist on s anction of the Church Id have pushed to reinstate the old push away Pope.The sound of the great thresholds opening echoed through the hall and Cordelia turned, fierce sting in her eyes. I said I was to be left exclusively barely then Drool, who had lumbered through, pulled up as if hed seen a ghost, and started to back away. Sorry. Beggin your pardons. Pocket, I got Jones and your hat. He held up the puppet stick and my coxcomb, forgot for a second that hed been shouted at, then resumed backing out the doors.No, come, Drool, said Cordelia. She waved him in and the guards closed the door behind him. I wondered what the knights and other nobles might think that the warrior queen would agree no one to the hall except two fools. Probably that she was that another in a long line of family nutters.Drool paused as he passed Regans body and lost his sense of purpose. He lay Jones and my hat on the table next to her, then pinched the hem of her surgical gown and began to raise it for a peek.Drool I barked.Sorry, said the Natural. Then he spotted Gonerils body and moved to her side. He stood there, looking down. In a moment his shoulders began to shake and soon he broke into great, rib-wrenching sobs and proceeded to drip tear upon Gonerils bosom.Cordelia looked at me with pleading in her eyes, and I, at her, with something that must have seemed similar. We were shits, together, we were, that we didnt grieve for these people, this family.They was fit, said Drool. Soon he was petting Gonerils cheek, then her shoulder, then both her shoulders, then her breasts, then he climbed on the table on slip away of her and commenced a rhythmic and unseemly sobbing that approximated in timbre and flock a bear being shaken in a wine cask.I retrieved Jones from Regans side and clouted the oaf about the head and shoulders until he climbed off the erstwhile Duchess of Albany and slipped through the drape and hid under the table.I love them, Drool said.Cordelia stayed my hand and bent down and lifted the drapery. Drool, mate, she said. Pocket doesnt rigorous to be cruel, he doesnt understand how you feel. Still, we have to keep it to ourselves. Its not proper to dry-hump the deceased, love.It aint?No. The duke will be here soon and hed be offended.What bout the other one. Her duke is dead.Just the same, its not proper.Sorry. He hid his head under the drape.She stood and looked at me, number away from Drool and rolling her eyes and smiling.There was so much to tell her, that Id shagged her mother, and we, technically, were cousins, and, well, things might get awkward. It was my instinct, as a performer, to keep the moment light, so I said, I killed your sisters, more or less.She stop smiling. Captain Curan said they poisoned each other.Aye. I gave them the poison.Did they know it was poison?They did.Couldnt be helped, then, could it? They were right vicious bitches anyway. Tortured me through my childhood. You saved me the effort.They just cute someone to love them, I said.Dont wee the case with me, fool. Youre the one that killed them. I was just going to take their lands and property. Maybe humiliate them in public.But you just said I loved them, said Drool.Shut up I chorused with Cordelia.The doors cracked open then and Captain Curan peeked his head through. Lady, the Duke of Albany has arrived, said he.Give me a moment, then send him in, said Cordelia.in truth well. Curan closed the doors.Cordelia stepped up to me then, she was only a little taller than me, but in armor, somewhat more intimidating than Id remembered her but no less beautiful.Pocket, Ive taken quarters in my old solar. Id like you to visit after supper tonight.I bowed. Does my lady require a story and a jest before bedtime to clear her head of the days tribulations?No, fool, Queen Cordelia of France, Britain, Belgium, and Spain is going to shag the bloody bells off you.Pardon? said I, somewhat nonplussed. But then she kissed me. The second time. With great feeling, and she pushed me away.I invaded a country for you, you nitwit. Ive loved you since I was a little girl. I came back for you, well, and for revenge on my sisters, but mostly for you. I knew you would be waiting for me.How? How did you know?A ghost came to me at the palace in Paris months ago. Scared the b??arnaise out of Jeff. Shes been advising the strategy since. plentiful talk of ghosts, I thought. Let her rest. I bowed again. At your bloody beckoning serve up, love. A humble fool, at your service.ACT VHow I would make him fawn and beg and seekAnd wait the season and observe the timesAnd spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymesAnd shape his service wholly to my hestsAnd make him proud to make me proud that jestsSo perttaunt-like would I oersway his stateThat he should be my fool and I his fate. Loves Labours Lost, Act V, expression 2, Rosaline