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REALM OF THEELDERLINGS

ROBIN HOBB

THE FARSEER TRILOGY:

ASSASSIN’SAPPRENTICE(1995)

ROYALASSASSIN(1996)

ASSASSIN’SQUEST(1997)

THE LIVESHIP TRADERS TRILOGY:

SHIP OFMAGIC(1998)

MADSHIP(1999)

SHIP OFDESTINY(2000)

THE TAWNY MAN TRILOGY:

FOOL’SERRAND(2002)

GOLDENFOOL(2003)

FOOL’SEND(2004)

The first Robin Hobb trilogy,The Farseer Trilogy, took place in the Six Duchies. It is the tale of

FitzChivalry Farseer. The discovery that this bastard son exists is enough to topple Prince Chivalry’s

ambition for the throne. He abdicates, ceding the title of heir to the throne to his younger brother Verity

and abandoning the child to the care of the stablemaster Burrich. The youngest prince, Regal, has

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ambitions of his own, and wishes to do away with the bastard. But old King Shrewd sees the value of

taking the lad and training him as an assassin. For a bastard can be sent into dangers where a trueborn

son could not be risked, and may be given tasks that would soil an heir’s hands.

And so FitzChivalry is trained in the secret arts of being a royal assassin. He shows a predilection for the

Wit, a beast magic much despised in the Six Duchies. This secret vice in the young assassin is tolerated,

for a partnership with an animal may be a useful trait in an assassin. When it is discovered that he may

possess the hereditary magic of the Farseers, the Skill, he becomes both the King’s weapon and an

obstacle to Prince Regal’s ambitions for the throne. At a time when the rivalry for the throne is intense,

and the Outislanders and their Red Ship raiders are bringing war to the Six Duchies, FitzChivalry

discovers that the fate of the kingdom may very well rest on the actions of a young bastard and the

King’s Fool. Armed with little more than loyalty and his sporadic talent for the old magic, Fitz follows

the fading trail of King Verity, who has traveled beyond the Mountain Kingdom and into the realm of

the legendary Elderlings, in what may be a vain hope to renew an old alliance.

The Liveship Traders Trilogytakes place in Jamaillia, Bingtown, and the Pirate Isles, on the coast far to

the south of the Six Duchies. The war in the north has interrupted the trade that is the lifeblood of

Bingtown, and the Liveship Traders have fallen on hard times despite their magic sentient ships. At one

time, possession of a Liveship, constructed of magical wizardwood, guaranteed a Trader’s family

prosperity. Only a Liveship can brave the dangers of the Rain Wild River and trade with the legendary

Rain Wild Traders and their mysterious magical goods, plundered from the enigmatic Elderling ruins.

Althea Vestrit expects her families to adhere to tradition and pass the family Liveship on to her when it

quickens at the death of her father. Instead, theVivacia goes to her sister Keffria and her scheming

Chalcedean husband, Kyle. The proud Liveship becomes a transport vessel for the despised but highly

profitable slave trade.

Althea, cast out on her own, resolves to make her own way in the world and somehow regain control of

her family’s living ship. Her old shipmate Brashen Trell, the mysterious woodcarver Amber, and

theParagon , the notorious mad Liveship, are the only allies she can rally to her cause. Pirates, a slave

rebellion, migrating sea serpents, and a newly hatched dragon are but a few of the obstacles she must

face on her way to discovering that Liveships are not, perhaps, what they seem to be, and may have

dreams of their own to follow.

The Tawny Man Trilogy,a work still in progress at this writing, picks up the tale of Fitz and the Fool

some fifteen years after the Red Ship wars. Queen Kettricken is determined to secure her son’s throne by

arranging a marriage between Prince Dutiful and Elliana, the daughter of their old enemies in the

Outislands. But the Six Duchies themselves are restless. The Witted are weary of persecution, and may

choose to topple the throne of the Farseers by revealing that young Prince Dutiful carries an old taint in

his blood. The Narcheska Elliana sets a high price on her hand: Dutiful must present her with the head of

Icefyre, the legendary dragon of Aslevjal Island.

Meanwhile, to the south, the Bingtown Traders continue to wage war against the Chalcedeans, and seek

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to enlist the Six Duchies into the effort to obliterate Chalced. Bingtown’s temperamental ally, the dragon

Tintaglia, has her own reasons for supporting them in this, reasons that may lead not only to the

restoration of the race of dragons but also to the return of Elderling magic to the Cursed Shores.

HOMECOMING

ROBIN HOBB

Day the 7th of the Fish Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

Confiscated from me this day, without cause or justice, were five crates and three trunks. This occurred

during the loading of the shipVenture , setting forth upon Satrap Esclepius’ noble endeavor to colonize

the Cursed Shores. Contents of the crates are as follows: One block fine white marble, of a size suitable

for a bust, two blocks Aarthian jade, sizes suitable for busts, one large fine soapstone, as tall as a man

and as wide as a man, seven large copper ingots, of excellent quality, three silver ingots, of acceptable

quality, and three kegs of wax. One crate contained scales, tools for the working of metal and stone, and

measuring equipment. Contents of trunks are as follows: Two silk gowns, one blue, one pink, tailored by

Seamstress Wista and bearing her mark. A dress-length of mille-cloth, green. Two shawls, one white

wool, one blue linen. Several pairs hose, in winter and summer weights. Three pairs of slippers, one silk

and worked with rosebuds. Seven petticoats, three silk, one linen and three wool. One bodice frame, of

light bone and silk. Three volumes of poetry, written in my own hand. A miniature by Soiji, of myself,

Lady Carillion Carrock, née Waljin, commissioned by my mother, Lady Arston Waljin, on the occasion

of my fourteenth birthday. Also included were clothing and bedding for a baby, a girl of four years, and

two boys, of six and ten years, including both winter and summer garb for formal occasions.

I record this confiscation so that the thieves can be brought to justice upon my return to Jamaillia City.

The theft was in this manner: As our ship was being loaded for departure, cargo belonging to various

nobles aboard the vessels was detained upon the docks. Captain Triops informed us that our possessions

would be held, indefinitely, in the Satrap’s custody. I do not trust the man, for he shows neither my

husband nor myself proper deference. So I make this record, and when I return this coming spring to

Jamaillia City, my father, Lord Crion Waljin, will bring my complaint before the Satrap’s Court of

Justice, as my husband seems little inclined to do so. This do I swear.

Lady Carillion Waljin Carrock

Day the 10th of the Fish Moon

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Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

Conditions aboard the ship are intolerable. Once more, I take pen to my journal to record the hardship

and injustice to preserve a record so that those responsible may be punished. Although I am nobly born,

of the house of Waljin, and although my lord husband is not only noble, but heir to the title of Lord

Carrock, the quarters given us are no better than those allotted to the common emigrants and speculators,

that is, a smelly space in the ship’s hold. Only the common criminals, chained in the deepest holds,

suffer more than we do.

The floor is a splintery wooden deck, the walls are the bare planks of the ship’s hull. There is much

evidence that rats were the last inhabitants of this compartment. We are treated no better than cattle.

There are no separate quarters for my maid, so I must suffer her to bed almost alongside us! To preserve

my children from the common brats of the emigrants, I have sacrificed three damask hangings to curtain

off a space. Those people accord me no respect. I believe that they are surreptitiously plundering our

stores of food. When they mock me, my husband bids me ignore them. This has had a dreadful effect on

my servant’s behavior. This morning, my maid, who also serves as a nanny in our reduced household,

spoke almost harshly to young Petrus, bidding him be quiet and cease his questions. When I rebuked her

for it, she dared to raise her brows at me.

My visit to the open deck was a waste of time. It is cluttered with ropes, canvas, and crude men, with no

provisions for ladies and children to take the air. The sea was boring, the view only distant foggy

islands. I found nothing there to cheer me as this detestable vessel bears me ever farther away from the

lofty white spires of Blessed Jamaillia City, sacred to Sa.

I have no friends aboard the ship to amuse or comfort me in my heaviness. Lady Duparge has called on

me once, and I was civil, but the differences in our station make conversation difficult. Lord Duparge is

heir to little more than his title, two ships, and one estate that borders on Gerfen Swamp. Ladies Crifton

and Anxory appear content with one another’s company and have not called upon me at all. They are

both too young to have any accomplishments to share, yet their mothers should have instructed them in

their social responsibility to their betters. Both might have profited from my friendship upon our return

to Jamaillia City. That they choose not to court my favor does not speak well of their intellect. Doubtless

they would bore me.

I am miserable in these disgusting surroundings. Why my husband has chosen to invest his time and

finances in this venture eludes me. Surely men of a more adventurous nature would better serve our

Illustrious Satrap in this exploration. Nor can I understand why our children and myself must

accompany him, especially in my condition. I do not think my husband gave any thought to the

difficulties this voyage would pose for a woman gravid with child. As ever, he has not seen fit to discuss

his decisions with me, no more than I would consult him on my artistic pursuits. Yet my ambitions must

suffer to allow him to pursue his! My absence will substantially delay the completion of mySuspended

Chimes of Stone and Metal . The Satrap’s brother will be most disappointed, for the installation was to

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have honored his thirtieth birthday.

Day the 15th of the Fish Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Exalted Satrap Esclepius

I have been foolish. No. I have been deceived. It is not foolishness to trust where one has every right to

expect trustworthiness. When my father entrusted my hand and my fate to Lord Jathan Carrock, he

believed he was a man of wealth, substance, and reputation. My father blessed Sa’s name that my artistic

accomplishments had attracted a suitor of such lofty stature. When I bewailed the fate that wed me to a

man so much my senior, my mother counseled me to accept it and to pursue my art and establish my

reputation in the shelter of his influence. I honored their wisdom. For these last ten years, as my youth

and beauty faded in his shadow, I have borne him three children, and bear beneath my heart the

burgeoning seed of yet another. I have been an ornament and a blessing to him, and yet he has deceived

me. When I think of the hours spent managing his household, hours I could have devoted to my art, my

blood seethes with bitterness.

Today, I first entreated, and then, in the throes of my duty to provide for my children, demanded that he

force the Captain to give us better quarters. Sending our three children out onto the deck with their

nanny, he confessed that we were not willing investors in the Satrap’s colonization plan but exiles given

a chance to flee our disgrace. All we left behind, estates, homes, precious possessions, horses, cattle . . .

all are forfeit to the Satrap, as are the items seized from us as we embarked. My genteel respectable

husband is a traitor to our gentle and beloved Satrap and a plotter against the Throne Blessed by Sa.

I won this admission from him, bit by bit. He kept saying I should not bother about the politics, that it

was solely his concern. He said a wife should trust her husband to manage their lives. He said that by the

time the ships resupply our settlement next spring, he would have redeemed our fortune and we would

return to Jamaillian society. But I kept pressing my silly woman’s questions. All your holdings seized? I

asked him. All? And he said it was done to save the Carrock name, so that his parents and younger

brother can live with dignity, untarnished by the scandal. A small estate remains for his brother to

inherit. The Satrap’s Court will believe that Jathan Carrock chose to invest his entire fortune in the

Satrap’s venture. Only those in the Satrap’s innermost circle know it was a confiscation. To win this

concession, Jathan begged many hours on his knees, humbling himself and pleading forgiveness.

He went on at great length about that, as if I should be impressed. But I cared nothing for his knees.

“What of Thistlebend?” I asked. “What of the cottage by the ford there, and the moneys from it?” This I

brought to him as my marriage portion, and humble though it is, I thought to see it passed to Narissa

when she wed.

“Gone,” he said, “all gone.”

“But why?” I demanded. “I have not plotted against the Satrap. Why am I punished?”

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Angrily, he said I was his wife and of course I would share his fate. I did not see why, he could not

explain it, and finally told me that such a foolish woman could never understand, and bid me hold my

tongue, not flap it and show my ignorance. When I protested that I am not a fool, but a well-known

artist, he told me that I am now a colonist’s wife, and to put my artistic pretenses out of my head.

I bit my tongue to keep from shrieking at him. But within me, my heart screams in fury against this

injustice. Thistlebend, where my little sisters and I waded in the water and plucked lilies to pretend we

were goddesses and those our white and gold scepters . . . gone for Jathan Carrock’s treacherous idiocy.

I had heard rumors of a discovered conspiracy against the Satrap. I paid no attention. I thought it had

nothing to do with me. I would say that the punishment was just, if I and my innocent babes were not

ensnared in the same net that has trapped the plotters. All the confiscated wealth has financed this

expedition. The disgraced nobles were forced to join a Company composed of speculators and explorers.

Worse, the banished criminals in the hold, the thieves and whores and ruffians, will be released to join

our Company when we disembark. Such will be the society around my tender children.

Our Blessed Satrap has generously granted us a chance to redeem ourselves. Our Magnificent and Most

Merciful Satrap has granted each man of the company two hundred leffers of land, to be claimed

anywhere along the banks of the Rain Wild River that is our boundary with barbarous Chalced, or along

the Cursed Shores. He directs us to establish our first settlement on the Rain Wild River. He chose this

site for us because of the ancient legends of the Elder Kings and their Harlot Queens. Long ago, it is

said, their wondrous cities lined the river. They dusted their skin with gold and wore jewels above their

eyes. So the tales say. Jathan said that an ancient scroll, showing their settlements, has recently been

translated. I am skeptical.

In return for this chance to carve out new fortunes for ourselves and redeem our reputations, Our

Glorious Satrap Esclepius asks only that we cede to him half of all that we find or produce there. In

return, the Satrap will shelter us under his protective hand, prayers will be offered for our well-being,

and twice yearly his revenue ships will visit our settlement to be sure we prosper. A Charter for our

Company, signed by the Satrap’s own hand, promises this.

Lords Anxory, Crifton, and Duparge share in our disgrace, though as lesser Lords, they had less far to

fall. There are other nobles aboard the other two ships of our fleet, but no one I know well. I rejoice that

my dear friends do not share my fate yet I mourn that I enter exile alone. I will not count upon my

husband for comfort in the disaster he has brought upon us. Few secrets are kept long at court. Is that

why none of my friends came to the docks to bid me farewell?

My own mother and sister had little time to devote to my packing and farewells. They wept as they bade

me farewell from my father’s home, not even accompanying me to the filthy docks where this ship of

banishment awaited me. Why, O Sa, did they not tell me the truth of my fate?

At that, though, a hysteria fell upon me, so that I trembled and wept, with occasional shrieks bursting

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from me whether I would or no. Even now, my hands tremble so violently that this desperate scrawl

wanders the page. All is lost to me, home, loving parents, and, most crushing, the art that gave me joy in

life. The half-finished works I left behind will never be completed, and that pains me as much as a child

stillborn. I live only for the day that I can return to gracious Jamaillia by the sea. At this moment—

forgive me, Sa—I long to do so as a widow. Never will I forgive Jathan Carrock. Bile rises in my throat

at the thought that my children must wear this traitor’s name.

Day the 24th of the Fish Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

Darkness fills my soul; this voyage to exile has lasted an eternity. The man I must call husband orders

me to better manage our household, but I scarcely have the spirit to take up my pen. The children weep,

quarrel, and complain endlessly, and my maid makes no effort to amuse them. Daily her contempt

grows. I would slap her disrespectful scowl from her face if I had the strength. Despite my pregnancy,

she lets the children tug at me and demand my attention. All know a woman in my condition should

experience a serene existence. Yesterday afternoon, when I tried to rest, she left the children napping

beside me while she went out to dally with a common sailor. I awoke to Narissa crying and had to arise

and sing to her until she calmed. She complains of a painful belly and a sore throat. No sooner was she

settled than both Petrus and Carlmin awoke and started some boyish tussling that completely frayed my

spirit. I was exhausted and at the edge of hysteria before she returned. When I chided her for neglecting

her duties, she saucily replied that her own mother reared nine children with no servants to aid her. As if

such common drudgery were something I should aspire to! Were there anyone else to fulfill her duties, I

would send her packing.

And where is Lord Carrock through all of this? Why, out on deck, consulting with the very nobles who

led him into disgrace.

The food grows ever worse and the water tastes foul, but our cowardly Captain will not put into shore to

seek better. My maid says that her sailor has told her that the Cursed Shore is well named, and that evil

befalls those who land there as surely as it befell those who once lived there. Can even Captain Triops

believe such superstitious nonsense?

Day the 27th of the Fish Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

We are battered by storm. The ship reeks of the vomit of the miserable inhabitants of its bowels. The

constant lurching stirs the foul waters of the bilge, so that we must breathe their stench. The Captain will

not allow us out on the deck at all. The air down here is damp and thick, and the beams drip water on us.

Surely, I have died and entered some heathen afterlife of punishment.

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Yet in all this wet, there is scarcely enough water for drinking, and none for washing. Clothing and

bedding soiled with sickness must be rinsed out in seawater that leaves it stiff and stained with salt.

Little Narissa has been most miserable of the children. She has ceased vomiting but has scarcely stirred

from her pallet today, poor little creature. Please, Sa, let this horrid rocking and sloshing end soon.

Day the 29th of the Fish Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

My child is dead. Narissa, my only daughter, is gone. Sa, have mercy upon me, and visit your justice

upon treacherous Lord Jathan Carrock, for his evil has been the cause of all my woe! They wrapped my

little girl in canvas and sent her and two others into the waters, and the sailors scarce paused in their

labors to notice their passing. I think I went a little mad then. Lord Carrock seized me in his arms when I

tried to follow her into the sea. I fought him, but he was too strong for me. I remain trapped in this life

his treachery has condemned me to endure.

Day the 7th of the Plow Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

My child is still dead. Ah, such a foolish thought to write, and yet still it seems impossible to me.

Narissa, Narissa, you cannot be gone forever. Surely this is some monstrous dream from which I will

awake!

Today, because I sat weeping, my husband pushed this book at me and said, “Write a poem to comfort

yourself. Hide in your art until you feel better. Do anything, but stop weeping!” As if he offered a

squalling baby a sugar teat. As if art took you away from life rather than plunging you headlong into it!

Jathan reproached me for my grief, saying that my reckless mourning frightens our sons and threatens

the babe in my womb. As if he truly cared! Had he cared for us as a husband and a father, never would

he have betrayed our dear Satrap and condemned us to this fate.

But, to stop his scowl, I will sit here and write for a time, like a good wife.

A full dozen of the passengers and two crewmen have died of the flux. Of one hundred sixteen who

began this voyage, ninety-two now remain. The weather has calmed but the warm sunlight on the deck

only mocks my sorrow. A haze hangs over the sea and to the west the distant mountains smoke.

Day the 18th of the Plow Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

I have no spirit to write, yet there is nothing else to occupy my weary mind. I, who once composed the

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wittiest prose and most soaring poetry, now plod word by word down a page.

Some days ago we reached the river mouth; I did not note the date, such has been my gloom. All the

men cheered when we sighted it. Some spoke of gold, others of legendary cities to plunder, and still

others of virgin timber and farmland awaiting us. I thought it marked an end to our voyage, but still it

drags on.

At first the rising tide aided our upriver progress. Now the crew must labor at their oars for every ship-

length we gain. The prisoners have been taken from their chains and utilized as rowers in tiny boats.

They row upriver and set anchors and drag us against the current. By night, we anchor and listen to the

rush of the water and the shrieks of unseen creatures from the jungle on the shore. Daily the scenery

grows both more fantastic and threatening. The trees on the banks stand twice as tall as our mast, and the

ones behind them are taller still. When the river narrows, they cast deep shadows over us. Our view is a

near-impenetrable wall of greenery. Our search for a kindly shore seems folly. I see no sign that any

people have ever lived here. The only creatures are bright birds, large lizards that sun themselves on the

tree roots at the water’s edge, and something that whoops and scuttles in the treetops. There are no

gentle meadows or firm shores, only marshy banks and rank vegetation. Immense trees root stiltlike in

the water and dangling vines festoon them, trailing in the chalky water. Some have flowers that gleam

white even in the night. They hang, fleshy and thick, and the wind carries their sweet, carnal breath.

Stinging insects torment us and the oarsmen are subject to painful rashes. The river water is not potable;

worse, it eats at both flesh and wood, softening oars and ulcerating flesh. If left to stand in vessels, the

top layer of the water becomes drinkable, but the residue swiftly eats leaks in the bucket. Those who

drink it complain of headaches and wild dreams. One criminal raved of “lovely serpents” and then threw

himself overboard. Two crewmen have been confined in chains because of their wild talk.

I see no end to this horrid journeying. We have lost sight of our two companion vessels. Captain Triops

is supposed to put us off at a safe landing that offers opportunity for a settlement and farming. The

Company’s hope of open sunny meadows and gentle hills fades with every passing day. The Captain

says that this fresh water is bad for his ship’s hull. He wishes to put us ashore in the swamp, saying that

the trees on the shore may be concealing higher land and open forest. Our men argue against this, and

often unroll the Charter the Satrap has given us and point out what was promised to us. He counters by

showing the orders the Satrap gave him. It speaks of landmarks that don’t exist, navigable channels that

are shallow and rocky, and cities where only jungle crawls. Sa’s priests made this translation and they

cannot lie. But something is very wrong.

The entire ship broods. Quarrels are frequent, the crew mutters against the Captain. A terrible

nervousness afflicts me, so that tears are never far away. Petrus suffers from nightmares and Carlmin,

always a reclusive child, has become near mute.

Oh, Fair Jamaillia, city of my birth, will I ever again see your rolling hills and graceful spires? Mother,

Father, do you mourn me as lost to you forever?

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And this great splotch is Petrus jostling me as he climbs upon my lap, saying he is bored. My maid is

next to useless. She does little to earn all the food she devours, and then she is off, to slink about the ship

like a cat in heat. Yesterday, I told her that if she got with child from her immoral passions, I would

immediately turn her out. She dared to say she did not care, for her days in my service were numbered.

Does the foolish slat forget that she is indentured to us for another five years?

Day the 22nd of the Plow Moon

Year the 14th of the reign of the Most

Noble and Magnificent Satrap Esclepius

It has happened as I feared. I crouch on a great knee of root, my writing desk a chest of my meager

possessions. The tree at my back is as big around as a tower. Strands and tangle of roots, some as big

around as barrels, anchor it in the swampy ground. I perch on one to save my skirts from the damp and

tussocky earth. At least on the ship, in the middle of the river, we were blessed with sunlight from

above. Here, the foliage overshadows us, an eternal twilight.

Captain Triops has marooned us here in the swamp. He claimed that his ship was taking on water, and

his only choice was to lighten his load and flee this corrosive river. When we refused to disembark, there

was violence as the crew forced us from the ship. After one of our men was thrown overboard and swept

away, our will to resist vanished. The stock that was to sustain us they kept. One of our men frantically

seized the cage of messenger birds and fought for it. In the tussle, the cage broke, and all our birds rose

in a flock to disappear. The crew threw off the crates of tools, seed, and provisions that were supposed to

aid us in establishing our colony. They did it to lighten the ship, not to help us. Many fell in deep water,

out of reach. The men have salvaged what they could of those that fell on the soft riverside. The muck

has sucked the rest down. Now we are seventy-two souls in this forsaken place, of which forty are able-

bodied men.

Great trees tower over us. The land trembles under our feet like a crust on a pudding, and where the men

marched over it to gather our possessions, water now seeps, filling their footprints.

The current swept the ship and our faithless Captain swiftly from our sight. Some say we must stay

where we are, beside the river, and watch for the other two ships. Surely, they say, they will help us. I

think we must move deeper into the forest, seeking firmer land and relief from the biting insects. But I

am a woman, with no say in this. The men hold council now, to decide leadership of our company.

Jathan Carrock put himself forward, as being of the noblest birth, but he was shouted down by others,

former prisoners, tradesmen, and speculators who said that his father’s name had no value here. They

mocked him, for all seem to know the “secret” that we are disgraced in Jamaillia. I walked away from

watching them, feeling bitter.

My own situation is a desperate one. My feckless maid did not leave the ship with us, but stayed aboard,

a sailor’s whore. I wish her all she deserves! And now Petrus and Carlmin cling to me, complaining that

the water has soaked their shoes and their feet sting from the damp. When I shall have a moment to

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