Fool Chapter 16

SIXTEENA STORM RISINGThe storm blew in during the night. I was eating my breakfast in the kitchen when a row erupted in the courtyard. I heard Lear bellow and left(p) to at hightail it him, leaving my porridge with Drool. Kent intercepted me in the corridor.So the grizzly world lived through the night? say I.I slept at his door, express Kent. Where were you?Trying to see two princesses ruthlessly shagged and fountaining a civil war, thank you, and with no proper supper, neither. o.k. feast, state Kent. Ate till I n wee burst serious to see the king went unpois wholenessd. Who is bloody St. Stephen, anyway?Then I truism Oswald coming down the corridor.Good Kent, go see that the daughters dont exhaust the king, and that Cornwall doesnt kill Edmund, and that the sisters dont kill each other, and if you can help it, dont kill anyone. Its too early for killing.Kent hurried off as Oswald reached me.So, say Oswald, you lived through the night?Of course, wherefore wouldnt I? I as ked.Well, because I told Cornwall of your rendezvous with Regan and I expected him to finish you.Oh for fucks sake, Oswald, demo a little guile, would you? The state of scoundrely in this castle is rubbish, what with Edmund being pleasant and you being straight in the lead. Whats next, Cornwall starts feeding orphans while bloody bluebirds go away aside of his bum? Now, lets try it again, see if you can at least(prenominal) keep up a pretense of evil. Go.So, you lived through the night? state Oswald.Of course, why wouldnt I? I asked.Oh, no reason, I was worried near you.I cl forthed Oswald on the ear with Jones. No, you nitwit, Id never believe youre concerned for my social welfare youre a rightfulness weasel, arent you?He make to reach for his sword and I hit his wrist a vicious blow with Joness stick end. The villain leapt back and rubbed his bruised wrist.Despite your incompetence, our agree custodyt stands. I need you to consult with Edmund. hand everywhere him this letter from Regan. I handed him the letter Id written at first base light. Regans hand was easy to duplicate. She dotted her is with hearts. Dont break the seal, it professes her devotion for him, tho if instructs him to show no outward affection for her. You must also caution him against covering any deference to your lady Goneril in front of Regan. And because I do the intrigue confuses you, let me map out your interest here. Edmund entrust shoot your Lord Albany, thus releasing your lady to other affections, only and then lead we reveal to Cornwall that Edmund has cuckolded him with Regan, and the duke will dispatch the bastard, at which time, I will cast the love spell on Goneril, sending her into your own ferrety arms.You could be lying. I tried to slang you killed. why would you help me?Excellent question. First, I, conflicting you, am non a villain, therefore I can be expected to proceed with a modicum of integrity. And, second, I wish to visit retaliate on Gone ril for how she has treated me, her younger sister, Cordelia, and King Lear. I can mobilize of no better punishment for her than pairing her with the homo-shaped tower of excrement that is yourself.Oh, thats reasonable, said Oswald.Off you go, then. See that Edmund doesnt show deference.I might s position him myself, for violating my lady.No, you wont, youre a coward. Or had you forgotten?Oswald started to quiver then with anger, but he did not try to reach for his sword.Run along, mate, Pockets got a bumload of foolin yet to do.A horny hand of wind groped the courtyard, sending the sisters skirts tossing and snapping their hair in their faces. Kent crouched and clung to his great broad-brimmed hat to keep it from being carried away. The old king held his fur blanket tight around him and squinted against the dust, while the Duke of Cornwall and Earl of Gloucester stood by the great gate for cling to the duke content, it seemed, to let his duchess do the talking. I was relieved to see that Edmund was not in attendance, so I danced into the courtyard, bells a-jingle, song in heart.Hi ho said I. Everyone get a proper bonking for the Saturnalia, did they?The two sisters sense of smelled at me blankly, as if I might have been speaking Chinese or dog, and they had not, overnight, each current rousing repeated bonkings from an enormous donkey-donged nitwit. Gloucester looked down, embarrassed, I suppose, over abandoning his own pantheon for St. Stephen, and a wholly bollocks holy holiday feast. Cornwall sneered.Ah, said I. Then a crispy biscuit baby Jesus cornu-bloody-copia of Christmas cheer, was it? Silent night, camels and wise men frankenstein, gold, and myrrh all around then?Sodding Christian harpies necessitate to take away my knights, said Lear. Ive already lost half my purport to you, Goneril, Ill not lose the rest.Oh, yes, sire, said I. Christianity is their fault. I forgot that the wind blew out of a pagan sky for you today.Regan stepped forward then, and yes, she was walking a bit bow-legged. Why do you need to keep fifty men, Father? Weve plenty of servants to tend to you. And, said Goneril, they will be under our charge, so there will be no discord within the walls of our homes.Im of my sisters mind on this, said Regan.Youre always of your sisters mind, said Lear. An original thought would crack your feeble skull handle a thunderbolt, you craven vulture.Thats the spirit, sire, said I. Treat them like bins of used nappies and agree them come around. A wonder theyve turned out so beauteous with fathering of that quality.Take them, then, you flesh-tearing harpies Would that I could drag your mother from her tomb and accuse her of to the highest degree grievous adultery, for you cannot be issue from my loins and treat me so.I nodded and lay my head on Gonerils shoulder. Evidently the adultery comes from Mums side of the family, pumpkin the thorniness and stunning bosoms are from Papa.She pushed me aside, despite my wis dom.Lear was losing all control now, trembling as he shouted impotently at his daughters, looking weaker and more subtle with every word. Hear me, gods If it be you that stir these daughters hearts against their father, then continue me with noble anger, and stain not my mans cheeks with womens weapons, the water drops.Those arent tears on your cheeks, nuncle, said I. Its raining.Gloucester and Cornwall looked away, embarrassed for the old man. Kent had his hands on the kings shoulders and was trying to lead him light out of the rain. Lear shrugged him off and stormed up to his daughters.You unnatural hags I will have such revenges on you both that the world er, I will do such things that I dont even know yet, but they will be horrible the very terrors of the earth But Ill not weep Ill not. thus far if my heart shall break into a hundred thousand shards, I shall not weep. O fool, I shall go madAye, nuncle, smashing good start youre off to. I tried to put an arm around Lears sh oulders, but he elbowed me away.Rescind your orders, harpies, or I shall leave this house. He made for the great gate.It is for your own good, Father, said Goneril. Now, cease this ranting and come inside.I gave you all screeched Lear, waving a palsied claw at Regan.And you took your bloody time giving it, too, you senile old fuck, said Regan.She came up with that one all on her own, nuncle, said I, looking on the bright side.I will go, threatened Lear, another step toward the gate. Im not having you on. Ill head right out that door.Pity, said Goneril.Shame, really, said Regan.Here I go. Right out that gate. Never to return. All alone.Ta, said Goneril.Au revoir, said Regan, in about perfect fucking French.I mean it. The old man was real through the gate now.Close it, said Regan.But, lady, its not fit for man nor beast out there, said Gloucester.Fucking close it said Goneril. She ran forward and pushed the great iron lever by the gatehouse with all her might. The heavy, iron-clad p ortcullis slammed down, the points just wanting(p) the old king as they set in the ports a tooshie deep in the stone.Ill go, said Lear, through the render. Dont think I wont.The sisters left the courtyard for the shelter of the castle. Cornwall followed them and called for Gloucester to come along.But this storm, said Gloucester, watching his old friend through the bars. No one should be out in this storm.He brought it on himself, said Cornwall. Now, come along, good Gloucester.Gloucester pulled himself away from the grate and followed Cornwall into the castle, leaving just Kent and me standing in the rain in only our woolen cloaks. Kent looked tortured over the old mans fate.Hes alone, Pocket. Its not even high noon and the sky is as dark as midnight. Lear is outside and alone.Oh buggering bugger, said I. I looked at the chains leading up to the visor of the gatehouse, the beams that protruded from the walls, the crenellations at the top to protect the archers. Damn the anchore ss and Belette for my monkey-training as an acrobat. Ill go with him. But you have to bedim Drool from Edmund. Talk to the laundress with the smashing knockers, shell help. She fancies the lad, no matter what she says.Ill go get help to crank up the gate, said Kent.Not to worry. You look after the Natural, and watch your back for Edmund and Oswald. Ill return with the old man when I can. And with that I shoved Jones down the back of my jerkin, ran and leapt onto the massive chain, spidered up it hand over hand, swung up onto one of the beams that protruded from the stone above, then hopped from beam to beam until I could find a handhold in the stone and scurried up another myth to the top of the wall. Sorry sodding fortress, I shouted to Kent with a wave. In a wink I was over the wall and down the lift bridge chains on the other side to the ground below.The old man was already at the gates of the walled village, nearly disappearing amid the rain, tottering out onto the heath in his fur cape, looking like an ancient sodden rat.