Fool's Errand (Tawny Man Series #1)

Fool's Errand (Tawny Man Series #1)

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Robin Hobb has emerged as one of today's foremost fantasy authors. Now she continues the adventures of one of her most popular heroes in the first book of what promises to be her most spectacular trilogy yet.

Fool's Errand

For fifteen years FitzChivalry Farseer has lived in self-imposed exile, assumed to be dead by almost all who once cared about him. But that is about to change when destiny seeks him once again. Prince Dutiful, the young heir to the Farseer throne, has vanished and FitzChivalry, possessed of magical skills both royal and profane, is the only one who can retrieve him in time for his betrothal ceremony--thus sparing the Six Duchies profound political embarrassment...or worse. But even Fitz does not suspect the web of treachery that awaits him or how his loyalties to his Queen, his partner, and those who share his magic will be tested to the breaking point.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781491512845
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Publication date: 07/15/2014
Series: Tawny Man Series , #1
Edition description: Unabridged
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 5.50(h) x 1.62(d)

About the Author

Robin Hobb is the author of the Farseer Trilogy, the Liveship Traders Trilogy, the Tawny Man Trilogy, the Soldier Son Trilogy, and the Rain Wilds Chronicles. She has also written as Megan Lindholm. She is a native of Washington State.

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Chapter I
Chade Fallstar

Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?
— Kelstar’s Riddle

He came one late, wet spring, and brought the wide world back to my doorstep. I was thirty-five that year. When I was twenty, I would have considered a man of my current age to be teetering on the verge of dotage. These days, it seemed neither young nor old to me, but a suspension between the two. I no longer had the excuse of callow youth, and I could not yet claim the eccentricities of age. In many ways, I was no longer sure what I thought of myself. Sometimes it seemed that my life was slowly disappearing behind me, fading like footprints in the rain, until perhaps I had always been the quiet man living an unremarkable life in a cottage between the forest and the sea.

I lay abed that morning, listening to the small sounds that sometimes brought me peace. The wolf breathed steadily before the softly crackling hearth fire. I quested toward him with our shared Wit magic, and gently brushed his sleeping thoughts. He dreamed of running over snow-smooth rolling hills with a pack. For Nighteyes, it was a dream of silence, cold, and swiftness. Softly I withdrew my touch and left him to his private peace.

Outside my small window, the returning birds sang their challenges to one another. There was a light wind, and whenever it stirred the trees, they released a fresh shower of last night’s rain to patter on the wet sward. The trees were silver birches, four of them. They had been little more than sticks when I had planted them. Now their airy foliage cast a pleasant light shade outside my bedroom window. I closed my eyes andcould almost feel the flicker of the light on my eyelids. I would not get up, not just yet.

I had had a bad evening the night before, and had had to face it alone. My boy, Hap, had gone off gallivanting with Starling almost three weeks ago, and still had not returned. I could not blame him. My quiet reclusive life was beginning to chafe his young shoulders. Starling’s stories of life at Buckkeep, painted with all the skill of her minstrel ways, created pictures too vivid for him to ignore. So I had reluctantly let her take him to Buckkeep for a holiday, that he might see for himself a Springfest there, eat a carris-seed-topped cake, watch a puppet show, mayhap kiss a girl.

Hap had grown past the point where regular meals and a warm bed were enough to content him. I had told myself it was time I thought of letting him go, of finding him an apprenticeship with a good carpenter or joiner. He showed a knack for such things, and the sooner a lad took to a trade, the better he learned it. But I was not ready to let him go just yet. For now I would enjoy a month of peace and solitude, and recall how to do things for myself. Nighteyes and I had each other for company. What more could we need?

Yet no sooner were they gone than the little house seemed too quiet. The boy’s excitement at leaving had been too reminiscent of how I myself had once felt about Springfests and the like. Puppet shows and carris-seed cakes and girls to kiss all brought back vivid memories I thought I had long ago drowned.

Perhaps it was those memories that birthed dreams too vivid to ignore. Twice I had awakened sweating and shaking with my muscles clenched. I had enjoyed years of respite from such unquiet, but in the past four years, my old fixation had returned. Of late, it came and went, with no pattern I could discern. It was almost as if the old Skill magic had suddenly recalled me and was reaching to drag me out of my peace and solitude. Days that had been as smooth and alike as beads on a string were now disrupted by its call. Sometimes the Skill-hunger ate at me as a canker eats sound flesh. Other times, it was no more than a few nights of yearning, vivid dreams. If the boy had been home,

I probably could have shaken off the Skill’s persistent plucking at me. But he was gone, and so yesterday evening I had given in to the unvanquished addiction such dreams stirred. I had walked down to the sea cliffs, sat on the bench my boy had made for me, and stretched out my magic over the waves. The wolf had sat beside me for a time, his look one of ancient rebuke. I tried to ignore him. “No worse than your penchant for bothering porcupines,” I pointed out to him.

Save that their quills can be pulled out. What stabs you only goes deeper and festers.
His deep eyes glanced past mine as he shared his pointed thoughts.

Why don’t you go hunt a rabbit?

You’ve sent the boy and his bow away.

“You could run it down yourself, you know. Time was when you did that.”

Time was when you went with me to hunt. Why don’t we go and do that, instead of this fruitless seeking? When will you accept that there is no one out there who can hear you?

I just have to ... try.

Why? Is my companionship not enough for you?

It is enough for me. You are always enough for me.
I opened myself wider to the Wit-bond we shared and tried to let him feel how the Skill tugged at me. It is the magic that wants this, not me.

Take it away. I do not want to see that.
And when I had closed that part of myself to him, he asked piteously, Will it never leave us alone?

I had no answer to that. After a time, the wolf lay down, put his great head on his paws, and closed his eyes. I knew he would stay by me because he feared for me. Twice the winter before last, I had overindulged in Skilling, burning physical energy in that mental reaching until I had been unable even to totter back to the house on my own. Nighteyes had had to fetch Hap both times. This time we were alone.

I knew it was foolish and useless. I also knew I could not stop myself. Like a starving man who eats grass to appease the terrible emptiness in his belly, so I reached out with the Skill, touching the lives that passed within my reach. I could brush their thoughts and temporarily appease the great craving that filled me with emptiness. I could know a little of the family out for a windy day’s fishing. I could know the worries of a captain whose cargo was just a bit heavier than his ship would carry well. The mate on the same ship was worried about the man her daughter wished to marry; he was a lazy fellow for all of his pretty ways. The ship’s boy was cursing his luck; they’d get to Buckkeep Town too late for Springfest. There’d be nothing left but withered garlands browning in the gutters by the time he got there. It was always his luck.

There was a certain sparse distraction to these knowings. It restored to me the sense that the world was larger than the four walls of my house, larger even than the confines of my own garden. But it was not the same as true Skilling. It could not compare to that moment of completion when minds joined and one sensed the wholeness of the world as a great entity in which one’s own body was no more than a mote of dust.

The wolf’s firm teeth on my wrist had stirred me from my reaching. Come on. That’s enough. If you collapse down here, you’ll spend a cold wet night. I am not the boy, to drag you to your feet. Come on, now.

I had risen, seeing blackness at the edges of my vision when I first stood. It had passed, but not the blackness of spirit that came in its wake. I had followed the wolf back through the gathering dark beneath the dripping trees, back to where my fire had burned low in the hearth and the candles guttered on the table. I made myself elfbark tea, black and bitter, knowing it would only make my spirit more desolate, but knowing also that it would appease my aching head. I had burned away the nervous energy of the elfbark by working on a scroll describing the stone game and how it was played. I had tried several times before to complete such a treatise and each time given it up as hopeless. One could only learn to play it by playing it, I told myself. This time I was adding to the text a set of illustrations, to show how a typical game might progress. When I set it aside just before dawn was breaking, it seemed only the stupidest of my latest attempts. I went to bed more early than late.

I awoke to half the morning gone. In the far corner of the yard, the chickens were scratching and gossiping among themselves. The rooster crowed once. I groaned. I should get up. I should check for eggs and scatter a handful of grain to keep the poultry tamed. The garden was just sprouting. It needed weeding already, and I should reseed the row of fesk that the slugs had eaten. I needed to gather some more of the purple flag while it was still in bloom; my last attempt at an ink from it had gone awry, but I wanted to try again. There was wood to split and stack. Porridge to cook, a hearth to sweep. And I should climb the ash tree over the chicken house and cut off that one cracked limb before a storm brought it down on the chicken house itself.

And we should go down to the river and see if the early fish runs have begun yet. Fresh fish would be good.
Nighteyes added his own concerns to my mental list.

Last year you nearly died from eating rotten fish.

All the more reason to go now, while they are fresh and jumping. You could use the boy’s spear.

And get soaked and chilled.

Better soaked and chilled than hungry.

I rolled over and went back to sleep. So I’d be lazy one morning. Who’d know or care? The chickens? It seemed but moments later that his thoughts nudged me.

My brother, awake. A strange horse comes.

I was instantly alert. The slant of light in my window told me that hours had passed. I rose, dragged a robe over my head, belted it, and thrust my feet into my summer shoes. They were little more than leather soles with a few straps to keep them on my feet. I pushed my hair back from my face. I rubbed my sandy eyes. “Go see who it is,” I bade Nighteyes.

See for yourself. He’s nearly to the door.

I was expecting no one. Starling came thrice or four times a year, to visit for a few days and bring me gossip and fine paper and good wine, but she and Hap would not be returning so soon. Other visitors to my door were rare. There was Baylor who had his cot and hogs in the next vale, but he did not own a horse. A tinker came by twice a year. He had found me first by accident in a thunderstorm when his horse had gone lame and my light through the trees had drawn him from the road. Since his visit, I’d had other visits from similar travelers. The tinker had carved a curled cat, the sign of a hospitable house, on a tree beside the trail that led to my cabin. I had found it, but left it intact, to beckon an occasional visitor to my door.

So this caller was probably a lost traveler, or a road-weary trader. I told myself a guest might be a pleasant distraction, but the thought was less than convincing.

I heard the horse halt outside and the small sounds of a man dismounting.

The Gray One,
the wolf growled low.

My heart near stopped in my chest. I opened the door slowly as the old man was reaching to knock at it. He peered at me, and then his smile broke forth. “Fitz, my boy. Ah, Fitz!”

He reached to embrace me. For an instant, I stood frozen, unable to move. I did not know what I felt. That my old mentor had tracked me down after all these years was frightening. There would be a reason, something more than simply seeing me again. But I also felt that leap of kinship, that sudden stirring of interest that Chade had always roused in me. When I had been a boy at Buckkeep, his secret summons would come at night, bidding me climb the concealed stair to his lair in the tower above my room. There he mixed his poisons and taught me the assassin’s trade and made me irrevocably his. Always my heart had beaten faster at the opening of that secret door. Despite all the years and the pain, he still affected me that way. Secrets and the promise of adventure clung to him.

So I found myself reaching out to grasp his stooping shoulders and pull him to me in a hug. Skinny, the old man was getting skinny again, as bony as he had been when I first met him. But now I was the recluse in the worn robe of gray wool. He was dressed in royal blue leggings and a doublet of the same with slashed insets of green that sparked off his eyes. His riding boots were black leather, as were the soft gloves he wore. His cloak of green matched the insets in his doublet and was lined with fur. White lace spilled from his collar and sleeves. The scattered scars that had once shamed him into hiding had faded to a pale speckling on his weathered face. His white hair hung loose to his shoulders and was curled above his brow. There were emeralds in his earrings, and another one set squarely in the center of the gold band at his throat.

The old assassin smiled mockingly as he saw me take in his splendor. “Ah, but a queen’s councillor must look the part, if he is to get the respect both he and she deserve in his dealings.”

“I see,” I said faintly, and then, finding my tongue, “Come in, do come in. I fear you will find my home a bit ruder than what you have obviously become accustomed to, but you are welcome all the same.”

Copyright 2002 by Robin Hobb

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Dragonfriend More than 1 year ago
This whole series picks up where the Assassin's Apprentice series left off. A great read!
Thundar More than 1 year ago
Robin Hobb is a master story-teller. The mystery of the Fool is maintained with snippets of info, doled out as if nuggets of gold. And Fitz is a believable character = a man of humble beginnings (originally an unacknowledged royal bastard) whose sense of honor and duty force him into decisions for the throne that result in catastrophe for himself, again and again. A totally unwilling "hero" if you will. Weaving in bits and pieces of story line from the dragon (Rain Wild) series (reminders for those who have read it) creates a wider tapestry of the world, and hammers home that no man is an island. I want more! =Thundar
BluHawk More than 1 year ago
I find these books so captivating that I completely forget where I am when reading them! Hobb definitely has a way with words and her characters are complex and interesting. If you are a fantasy lover, these books should be on you "must read" list (be sure to start with "Assassin's Apprentice")! If you like this author, you might also like "A Shadow in Summer" by Daniel Abraham, "Through Wolf's Eyes" by Jane Lindskold, and "Thief's Gamble" by Juliet E. McKenna!
Laurel52 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book although I had not read the author's previous series. Having not read much fantasy in the past, I was pleasantly surprised at the depth of the characters, especially the main character. I felt myself thinking about this character for a long time after finishing the book. I especially enjoyed the special skills he had that allowed him to communicate with his wolf. This relationship was the most fulfilling and touching part the book and written in a believable way that respects both human and animal feelings. I will defnitely read the rest of the series and recommend it to anyone who wants a story with unforgettable characters who learn and grow, and the escapism that fantasy novels offer but without a lot of violence.
Grandpa More than 1 year ago
Fifteen years have gone by Fitz and Night Eyes have wandered the world and finally ended up in an out of the way cabin in the wilderness. Starling the Minstrel visits now and then, sparking up emotions and memories. One day she brings a small child, "Hap", she found on the streets, to live with Fitz, hoping to fill his lonely days. Fitz sees "Hap" as himself growing up with no one to care for him and tries hard to teach "Hap" how to survive on his own. This fills the first half of the book, not a lot happening but day to day experiences. Enter Chade, who pays a surprise visit and asks Fitz to come home to Buckkeep and teach Prince Dutiful the wit and skill. Fitz hesitates until he is paid another surprise visit from an old friend, The Fool, who after staying a while almost convinces Fitz to return to Buckkeep. Then a messenger arrives with an urgent request from Chade to return immediately. Prince Dutiful has gone missing. Now begins a long, long trek first to find the Prince, then bring him home. They are in for a few surprises along the way. I thoroughly enjoy all of Hobb's work. She develops characters who live and you care about. This book has a good, if not action packed, story line that keeps you reading. I was very sad at one part in the story, because it was very similar to one of my life experiences. This trilogy is definitely worth getting,especially if you have already read The Assassin's Apprentice, as it carries on the story with the same characters. I am starting The Golden Fool as I write this, and suspect this trilogy will come to a great and satisflying end as always.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Unfortunately, the cover and first chapter seem to coincide against the marvel of this book. Once you get into the heart of the story, Hobbs magic takes over again and you are once again immersed into the Farseer world again. You will be amazed at how many puzzle pieces fit together if you read the Liveship Trader series before Tawny Man. I believe it is essential to the full story. Enjoy!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the Farseer trilogy and hated when it ended. I was overjoyed to discover that Ms. Hobb has decided to revisit those great characters and begin a new trilogy. I have just finished ' Fool's Errand' and loved it. I stayed up many nights to read it and actually cried when one of the characters I loved died (Sorry, I don't want to spoil anything but I had to say it) I am sure any true fan of fantasy will love this new trilogy, too! Thank you Ms.Hobb and keep on writing...if only the story of Fitz could go on forever!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I had previously read the Assassin trilogy, and for one reason or another I found it intolerably depressing. Reading this book reawakened me to Robin Hobb's writing; I am rereading the Assassin trilogy... and enjoying it this time. Immensely. The detail put into the environment is impressive enough, but truly unsurpassed are Hobb's characterizations. There is, in her books, a feeling of reality that is lacking in most fantasy. When I first encountered her work, I was unprepared for anything but fairy-tale fantasy where the Good Guys are Invincible Heroes who inevitably smite Evil in a Great Big Fight at the end, then go on to live happily ever after. I am glad my tastes have changed, and in such a timely literary era: A new generation of fantasy authors are changing the genre. People like Robin Hobb, Robert Jordan, George R.R. Martin, Guy Gavriel Kay, and others are bringing to the fantasy genre a literary quality not seen since the great J.R.R Tolkien.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am currently half-way through 'Fool's Errand'. Love it!! I have read the 3 'Assassins' books from the 'Farseer' series; and the 3 'Ship of Magic' books from The Liveshp Traders series. They are all fantastic, unable to put them down when reading. I was excited to read of a connection in 'Fool's Errand' between these two series of books. Anxiously await the next story of The Tawny Man. Robin Hobb is a wonderful author. She absolutely pulls you into the story - always a real page turner!! These books are a MUST READ. I know I'll read them again.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is beautiful. Truly, there is no other description of it. It continues to weave the story of Fitz, the Fool, Nighteyes, and the entire Farseer kingdom in an enchanting way. I usually don't like my heroes being as old as Fitz is in this book, but I truly loved it anyway. A wonderful addition to the 3 Farseer books already in print!
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plunkinberry on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fascinating and complex, intricate and well written. A compelling story that was hard to follow and difficult to put down. Somewhat slower reading than many stories due to the complexity but quite good. I will definately read the rest of this trillogy. I wonder if I am missing much of the stories interwoven fabric by not having read the Ship trillogy that comes between the first three and this set.Again, I picked this up because of my relationship with Fitz. I still like the Fool & Nighteyes. I am compelled to see Fitz struggle with his overly complex relationships with everyone. Can't wait to see how the story unravels. I was absolutely rocked by the situation with Nighteyes at the end - I can only imagine how that twist bodes for the remainder of the story.I'm glad the Prince returned willingly to Buck and will await how that develops.
littlegeek on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really enjoy Robin Hobb's Elderlings books, but this one is a little "small" after the epic scope of the Liveship Traders series. Partly it's the first person narration, I think. I enjoyed it, but not as much as that series. Not enough Fool, who is the best character ever.
Eohna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A good start to a good trilogy. Robin Hobb once again starts us on a magnificent journey across a beautiful world. Picking up from the Farseer Trilogy it continues Fitz's tale. The Fool comes back from the Liveship Traders trilogy and his catalyst is caught up in events beyond his control. It continues the character development of the previous two trilogies very well and sets the scene for quite a bit of rising action.
eddy79 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It was good to get back to the Six Duchies, but I felt that the charactyer of Fitz was very different from the one I left at the end of Assassin's Quest, and that wasn;t a particulalry good thing IMO. Whilst being completely understandable taking into account everythig he went through in the previous trilogy, i longed for the days of the young Fitz finding his way in the Keep. Maybe I should have read the first book again..? I'm not sure there was enough of a story for a second trilogy, and maybe this would have been better as a one-off to catch up and conclude the story of Fitz.
mfoltz80 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book was a good start to the second trilogy. I've noticed that there is a lot of "quiet space" in the book as it leads up to the exciting bits near the end. I actually enjoy it as it lends more time to get to know the characters. The book can be pretty sad at times, b/c no one ever gets to truly do what they want or be with who they want, at least not the main character. But this book opens up the possibility of somewhat happy endings (or at least the hope for them).
willowcove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Just as good as the original trilogy!
AnnaOok on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I've read this book without having read the previous trilogy. I disagree with the other review that says that doing so would mean finding the first 200 pages boring and/or confusing: I definitely didn't. It is a slow book, with a slower start, but one that kept me fascinated and glued to the page throughout. It is a slow book in a good way. It was pretty obvious that it continued a previous story: but this made for a deep, layered background that was revealed bit-by-bit without blatant summary/exposition, and not in a linear way. In fact, I enjoyed this aspect a lot: I do prefer being fed tidbits and having to piece them together myself rather than having it all laid out for me like See Spot Run.A very satisfying read, and I will definitely look for the continuation of this series. Then I may go back and read the previous trilogy. (I don't mind that I already know "what happens": but I like the characters as they are now, and I might like them less as younger people.)SPOILER SECTION BELOW: and I do mean it, don't read it if you haven't read the book yet. It's only gossip anyway, and unlikely to affect anybody's decision to read the book or not....I was smitten by the Fool from his first appearance. That's when the book changes from pleasant retirement story to Sensawunda Fantasy. And then I spent the rest of the book wanting him and Fitz/Tom to fall into bed together. Which is peculiar because I'm not generally given to slash: in fact, I think it's the first time I've ever done this "seriously", as opposed to "wouldn't it be funny if...?" I do believe that the author is teasing readers about it, seriously. Alas, by the end of the book this outcome seems unlikely (even in later books). But wouldn't it be great? :-)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Entertaining, great characterization, my only complaint is that at some points the subtext is a bit obvious, I haven't read a book by this author I didn't like!
PollyBennett More than 1 year ago
This book brings us back to Buckkeep And the Fool, Chase and Fritz. The story is exciting, spellbinding, and very sad. What a great start to the next epic trilogy in the series.
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Sybie More than 1 year ago
The only problem with this series is you can't put it down. I almost have to set time limits. You get lost in this beautiful story and almost feel as if you are part of it. Robin Hobb is one talented writer
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