James Patterson - The Jester by Patterson James

Author:Patterson, James
Language: eng
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Chapter 75

SHOUTS RANG OUT from behind me, deep male voices echoing in alarm.

I stormed ahead like some madman.Where was she? Anne! I had one single-minded desire: to hear the truth from her lips, even if I had to die for it.

Two guards from the stairs ran my way, their swords raised. I forced myself through a set of heavy doors and bolted them shut behind me. I ran deeper into the royal chambers. I had never been in here before.

I knew I would die here. At any moment I expected a blade to tear into my back, to see my own blood spil ing out onto the floor. No matter. Al that was important to me was to ask my

floor. No matter. Al that was important to me was to ask my lady, Why?

I stormed deeper into her quarters. The bedroom. An engraved wooden table with a washbasin, tapestries hung on the wal s. A vast, draped oak bed, larger than I had ever seen.

But empty.No one was there.

Goddamn you, I shouted in frustration. Why my family? Why us?

Someone tel me!

I stood there not knowing what to do next. I saw myself in my fool's costume, blood spattered on my face. Why, why, why?

Suddenly a door opened beside me. I held my knife, expecting to face Anne, or one of her Tafur guards.

But it was neither.

For a moment, I felt as if I were back on the road to Treil e, blinking out of the haze, and al the things that had happened since-Norcross, St. C‚cile, Sophie's death-were just figments of a dream, terrors that could be washed away with a soft word.

I stared at Emilie's face.

She gasped, her eyes fastened on my blood-spattered clothes.

My God, what has happened to you?

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