her, but there will be no dowry."
Burgundy was stunned. He backed away, nearly stepping on France's feet. "I'm sorry, then, sir, but I must tend to property and power in my choice of duchess."
"She shall have neither," said Lear.
"So be it," said Burgundy. He nodded, bowed, and stepped back. "I am sorry, Cordelia."
"No worry, sir," said the princess. "If Burgundy's heart is wed only to property and power, then it could never be to me truly. Peace be with you."
I breathed half a sigh of relief. We might be driven from our home, but if Cordelia was driven out with us -
"I'll take her!" said Edgar.
"You will not, you blubbering, beetle-browed, dog-buggering dolt!" I may have accidentally exclaimed.
"You will not," said Gloucester, pushing his son back into his seat.
"Well, I will have her," said the Prince of France. "For she is a dowry in herself."
"Oh for fuck's sake!"
"Pocket, that's enough," said the king. "Guard, take him outside and hold him until our will is done."
Two yeomen stepped up behind me and seized me under the armpits. I heard Drool moan and looked over to see him cowering behind a column. This had never happened before - nothing like it. I was the all-licensed fool! I of all people could speak truth to power - I am chief cheeky monkey to the King of Bloody Britain!
"You don't know what you're getting into, France. Have you seen her feet? Or perhaps that is your game, put her to work in the vineyards crushing wine grapes. Majesty, the poofter means to force servitude on her, mark my words."
But no one heard the last of it, the yeomen had dragged me from the room and held me in the hall outside. I sought to brain one with Jones but he caught the puppet stick and tucked him in his belt at the small of his back.
"Sorry, Pocket," said Curan, the captain of the guard, a grizzled bear in chain mail who held me by my right arm. "'Twas a direct order, and you were fast cutting your throat with your own tongue."
"Not me," said I. "He wouldn't hurt me."
"I'd have said he'd not banish his best friend or disown his favorite daughter before this night. Hanging a fool's an easy leap, lad."
"Aye," said I. "You're right. Let me go, then."
"Not until the king's business is done," said the old yeoman.
The doors came open, fanfare trickled anemic through the portal, and out came the Prince of France, on his arm, Cordelia, radiant and wearing a grim smile. I could see her jaw clenched, but she relaxed when she saw me and some of the fire of anger left her eyes.
"So, you're off with the frog Prince?" said I.
France laughed at that, bloody buggering French fuck that he is. Is there anything so irritating as a noble who actually behaves nobly?
"Yes, I am leaving, Pocket, but there is one thing you must always remember and never forget - "
"Both at once?"
"Shut up!"
"Aye, milady."
"You must always remember, and you must never forget, that while you are the Black Fool, the dark fool, the Royal Fool, the all-licensed fool, and the King's Fool, you were not brought here to be those things. You were brought here to please me. Me! So when you put your titles aside, a fool still shall there reside, and now and forever, you are my fool."
"Oh my, you are going to do well in France - they hold unpleasantness to be a virtue."
"Mine!"
"Now and forever, milady."
"You may kiss my hand, fool."
The yeoman released me and I bent to take her hand. She pulled it away, and turned, her gown fanning out around her as she walked away. "Sorry, having you on."
I smiled into the floor. "You bitch."
"I'll miss you, Pocket," she said over her shoulder, and she hurried down the corridor.
"Take me with you. Take us both with you. France, you could use a brilliant fool and a great lumbering bag of flatulence like Drool, couldn't you?"
The prince shook his head, entirely too much pity in his eyes for my tastes. "You are Lear's fool, with Lear you shall stay."
"That's not what your wife just said."
"She will learn," said the prince. He turned on his heel and followed Cordelia down the corridor. I started after them but the captain yanked me back by the arm.
"Let her go, lad."
Next out of the hall came the sisters and their husbands. Before I could say anything the captain had clamped his hand over my mouth and