A Robin Hobb Rereading Series, Entry 503: Assassin’s Fate, Chapter 44

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An excerpt from Bee’s journals about reading Fitz’s writings and him destroying many of them precedes “Up the River.” Bee and her companions depart Bingtown in haste aboard the Vivacia, exploiting a loophole in Trader laws to allow themselves cover for executing their intentions. Joined by the Kendry, the Vivacia proceeds to and up the Rain Wild, Bee glossing the transit and the sights she notes along the way, as well as relating in summary the reports of events she makes to those who ask about how she has fared. Beloved attempts again to reconcile with her, to less effect than he might have hoped.

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The Vivacia reaches Trehaug and ties up alongside Tarman for a hurried transfer of supplies and crew. Bee is welcomed aboard the old barge and watches events. The Kendry joins the other two liveships, and both are stripped of as much as the Tarman could take on while the ships’ captains confer. All watch as the Vivacia imbibed shipped Silver and begins to transform; the Kendry does, as well, even as a delegation from the Rain Wild Traders approaches and attempts to interdict the ships’ transformation into dragons, finding no success.

Later, Leftrin notes changes in the Tarman as Bee laments the barge’s slow up-river progress. Beloved lays out some of his understanding to Bee as they proceed, and they arrive at length in Kelsingra. There, they are met by Skill-users from Buckkeep, one of whom doses Bee against the Skill at work in the city. Skill-work that had been going on is related, and it is determined over Beloved’s objections that a Skill-pillar trip is in order to get Bee back to Buckkeep.

As often, the prefatory comments attract attention. In the present case, Bee’s assertion that she means to collect and write down Fitz’s accounts helps to address a question I noted earlier that the texts present: who is the author (within the milieu; outside it, of course, the answer is obvious)? It’s not a total answer, however. While it can be posited that Bee herself does a lot of the writing that constitutes the Farseer, Tawny Man, and Fitz and the Fool novels, and no few components of the prefatory materials are themselves cited as deriving from elsewhere (about which some previous comments are here), not all of them seem accessible. And there are some other factors at work, I think, but that is something only clear from the vantage of rereading; I think I’ll address those factors as they come up. For now, it will be enough to say that a partial answer is posited, but a full one to the question of “Who is doing the writing, really?” is not in evidence…at least not yet.

In the chapter itself, I think there is more for me to say about how the Traders mimic or emerge from the experience of the early United States. Some geographical cues are present, although they are only a few and serve primarily to reinforce ideas already present rather than to introduce new ones–fittingly enough, given how late in the novel the present chapter is. Legalistic notes are more evident, I think, with the reference to fines and the peculiar loophole at work in Trader law reported as being at work. In the chapter, the comment is made that, if a ship is underway when the local legislature passes a law, that ship cannot be held in violation of that law; this would seem to be a somewhat merciful thing, an acknowledgment that promulgation of a law has to be part of a law’s enactment and enforcement. This brings to mind the idea of “free, prior, and informed consent,” one applied in international law and by treaty especially to indigenous peoples and groups…something with which the United States has had some decided difficulty but which, as with so much else, is held out as an aspirational best practice. As in other chapters, then, the Traders are held out as something like a refinement of the early United States, albeit not with one-to-one correspondences in place, in the present chapter.

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A Limerick Blazing with Regret for #NaPoWriMo2026

I‘ve mostly been stolid and staid;
That I’m no fun has often been said.
I did never much toke
When I was with such folk
As for that task had much outlaid.

When in Rome…but I never did get to Rome, really.
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A Nineteenth Regretful Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

That I do not do more, I regret,
And that I’ve not figured out yet
How to carry on,
For this is no song,
And wayward my path’s not been set.

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An Eighteenth Regretful Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

With shame, I am gripped by the throat
When I read over what I once wrote.
How inept the pen
That I wielded then,
Yet to writing I still me devote.

More accurate than it has any right to be…
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We Have More Hanlon Yet

Continuing from the previous session, pregame discussion was abbreviated. Coming off of tax day for a tax preparer leaves less latitude for game-planning than might be preferred, after all, but I am confident that the short resumption of previous weeks’ discussion of (neo-)medievalism and the vocabulary-building that seems always to accompany games I run with the kids speak to the explicitly educational objectives of the library’s program. I hope they do so, at least, and it’s what I mean to tell anyone who asks me about it.

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There are still a couple of sessions to go with the current group of players, which is a melancholy thing. There is still time with them, still time for them to complete another narrative arc and to find satisfaction in doing so and delight in the doings at the gaming table. There is still time for me to do some good and contribute to the raising up of a new generation of gamers. There is, if I am being honest, still opportunity for me to get paid for doing some additional work. But it is also likely that the group will complete the current arc, gamers being what they are generally and middle-schoolers being eminently distractible. It is also possible that the program will not resume; the decision to renew or continue is not mine to make, even if I do hope it will go on and that others can be brought into the fold, as it were. And it is possible that there will be some who come from the experience of playing at my table not with an “Eh, not for me,” which happens, but “Ew, fuck that,” which also happens but is far less happy a thing to have happen.

Still, I am trying to keep in mind my comments from a few weeks back. Things change. Things end. Worrying about either takes away from what is good now, and there is much good now. And even if it is the case that present demands require attention to what is not good now, and I acknowledge there’s a whole lot that is decidedly not good, focusing on what might happen takes away from dealing with what is happening. It’s been something with which I’ve long struggled; I tend to catastrophize, to jump immediately not to what is likely to go wrong, but instead to the worst possible scenario, and it pushes me away from a great amount of enjoyment. I’m better about it than I used to be, I’m reasonably sure, but I still have a ways to go…just as Hanlon does.

I suppose I ought to get to planning out the next session, then.

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A Seventeenth Regretful Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

That I waited so long is a shame,
And it’s only myself I can blame
For making delay;
How I did have to pay
For treating my work as a game!

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A Sixteenth Regretful Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

I regret I’ve not spent much more time
Putting words into meter and rhyme.
In it, I take great joy,
Have since I was a boy,
And I feel that the lack is a crime.

And a good time was had by all.
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A Robin Hobb Rereading Series, Entry 502: Assassin’s Fate, Chapter 43

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Testimony from a Skilled apprentice written at Nettle‘s direction prefaces “Bingtown.” As the chapter begins, Bee wakes, assessing herself and the injuries she has sustained. She also nurses her dislike of Beloved, Amber, and the Fool, regarding each as a distinct person and not wanting much to do with any of them. Perseverance tends to her, urging her to make use of the limited time to experience liveships, since they will all transform. He also urges her to use the Skill to heal her own body: “You can’t make it unhappen, but you don’t have to carry around what they did to you. Don’t give them that power over you” (748). Bee reluctantly agrees and slowly begins to restore her body, working a little at a time to minimize others’ comments.

A sign of having survived…
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As the Vivacia continues away from Clerres, Bee finds herself more attuned to the liveship and the family that strides her decks. The liveship refuses to return to Divvytown in her haste to transform, and those who wish to make the return are allowed to do so, though they must bear the news of Kennitsson’s death. Bee undergoes a change, her skin darkening somewhat, as the voyage continues.

Bee finds herself obliged to address ennui and listlessness as she is, in effect, a passenger on the liveship. Beloved attempts to connect to her, and Bee rebuffs the efforts.

At length, the Vivacia arrives in Bingtown, where there is much upset. The pending end of the liveships has thrown the Traders into something like panic, but Bee, Perseverance, and Spark are delighted to find Lant awaiting them. He relates how he had escaped Clerres and arrived in Bingtown. Soon after, Althea conducts the group to the Vestrit home, where Ronica welcomes them. The older woman relates such tidings as she has, noting the brewing political difficulty among the Traders and having a small meal served to her guests. Bee is taken by the service, and she is gratified by the gift of clothing made to her. When her identity as a Farseer and the child of FitzChivalry is noted, Ronica exults, reporting developments in Kelsingra, to which Bee and her party will travel and from which they will return to the Six Duchies…by Skill-pillar, with which Bee is uncomfortably familiar.

The present chapter is not the first portion of the Realm of the Elderlings corpus to be titled “Bingtown”; there are three chapters in the Liveship Traders series with the title (here, here, and here), and there are many others in it and the Rain Wilds Chronicles that have the town in their title along with some other words. There is a small project, I think, in reading the chapters against one another; I recall making similar claims about other sets of chapters sharing titles. Contrasting length, reading level, characters present, rhetorical devices at work, and the like could prove interesting; for those involved in teaching literature, it might also well serve as a useful and possibly manageable student exercise. If I pretend for a moment that I’m going to be back at the front of a classroom, obliged to come up with some assignment for my students in a class on Hobb (single-author seminars happen!), it’s something I might well do. Even if it is not the case that I will be so, perhaps someone reading this is; I commend the exercise to you (but I would like citation for it, please).

As often, the prefatory materials compel some attention from me. This time, the notion of following what amount to being road-signs making things easier…it’s obvious, really, in retrospect, but it only can be so if the signs can be read. Use of the Skill-pillars has been…challenging throughout the Realm of the Elderlings corpus; much of that use has been unknowing or in desperation. That there were runes and sigils on the Skill-pillars was only revealed later in the novels, and even then, the focus of the narrative has been on characters not fully trained in the use of the Skill; indeed, Fitz was born into and raised up in a time when knowledge of the magic was waning, and his training (by Galen, at least) was conducted only with great reluctance. It is not to be wondered at that he and others like him would use the Skill poorly, nor is it to be wondered at that a campaign to divest of Skill knowledge would leave gaps into which many might fall. What is obvious to those accustomed to a thing is hardly so to those not taught; the prefatory materials on the present chapter serve as a reminder of it, of the need to check assumptions made.

In the chapter, proper, I find Perseverance’s comments to Bee about healing of interest. (Clearly, since I quote him.) It is tempting to read the comment as somewhat naïve, to think only a child could assert that the removal of a physical mark is enough to reject the power of whoever made it. In context, however, it reads differently; the quote from Perseverance comes as he has discussed his own Skilled healing and the erasure of an injury done him in Bee’s defense. He speaks from experience; while he has not endured what Bee has endured, he is far from sheltered and untouched, so that it is not in ignorance that he comments as he does. And he does not say it is an easy thing to do, either; his commentary explicitly cites the help he has had in arriving where he is, and the very fact that he thinks to make the comparison to Bee bespeaks the degree to which the injury, while not even showing a scar from the Skill of the healing, remains with him. Moving forward from what has been done is a process, and it is one that few can do alone, but it can be done with time and care and aid…perhaps a bit cliché, but not untrue.

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A Regretfully Taxing Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

The reckoning now has arrived.
I like to think that I’ve survived.
I’ve told quite a few
How much they have due,
Figures I’ve sadly derived.

It’s an older form, sir, but it checks out.
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A Fourteenth Regretful Limerick for #NaPoWriMo2026

The work I do is dragging on,
And I think I might like to move on
To seek greener fields
And find what each yields,
But I know doing so would go wrong.

Yes, I’m in mind of some other things.
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