Over six months ago I was able to determine The Real Reason Rothfuss’ Kingkiller 3 Is Not Here Yet by interviewing Bast, an unsettling character from the book itself. I am now in possession of a terrifying update on the status of Book Three, a disclosure that has left me badly shaken. For background you should know that here in central Maine we were hit by a powerful storm earlier in the week and my wife and I have been out of power for three days now. Yesterday morning I got up in the pitch dark and powered up our generator. When I came back into the house and turned on a light I was startled to find Bast himself sitting at our kitchen table.
Bast:: Hello there. I will not say good morning, as I will leave you to ponder whether it is a good morning or not after I leave you.
Kenny: Ummn. I’m thrilled to see again, of course. but I don’t imagine that this is a social call.
Kenny: I do indeed.
Bast: Well, matters have changed since last we spoke.
Kenny: Hmmn. I know there has been wide reporting that due to the forthcoming Lin-Manuel Miranda produced film and television series versions of the Kingkiller Chronicle, the books are set to reach a whole new level of attention and readership. That being so, the pressure on Rothfuss to produce book three will increase exponentially as well.
Bast: Just so.
Kenny: Well, Bast, what is your news?
Bast: I am giving you the opportunity to discover the truth, but only if you can guess it correctly.
Kenny: You seem awfully pleased with yourself. I’m guessing you had something to do with it. Hmmn. Well, when last we spoke you had confirmed that Kvothe cast two interwoven Sisyphean spells on Rothfuss. The first making perfection a compulsory absolute and the second allowing him to see an infinite number of perspectives on his work making perfection and imperfection alternate indefinitely as the endless supply of perspectives appear successively, each one undoing the perfection attained by the last.
Given this checkmate situation along with the impending uptick of pressure, and considering your skill set, as well as how pleased with yourself you appear, I wonder if Rothfuss didn’t ask you to help him overcome the spell?
Bast: Clever of you to guess that. Yes, he asked me to take the disassembled book and put it back together in a final form which purged it of the spell. As a reward for your perspicacity I will share with you that he did not take thought to word his request with sufficient care.
Kenny: My blood runs chill.
Bast: Does it? We’ll see. It would perhaps have been wise of him to stipulate that I not weave a new spell into the pages of the manuscript. Which, not having been forsworn, I took the opportunity to do.
Kenny: I see. And that spell is?
Bast: Oh it is a simple exchange, a price paid for the satisfaction of satiating interest. Anyone who reads the book will find that their heart grows cold to one thing in their life which they held dear before reading it.
Kenny: That’s terrible! What an awful price to pay! It reminds of the three Prydain witches Orddu, Orwen and Orgoch who offer to give up the Black Cauldron for the little price of Taran’s memory of a single summer day. Does Rothfuss know about this?
Bast: Oh yes! He has not dared to read it for that cause, but will he, under the pressure that is to come, dare to release it? That is what the days ahead will reveal.
Kenny: This is fiendish, Bast!
Bast: Is it now? I don’t think so. Why, in fact here is a copy of the manuscript for your own enjoyment. Regale yourself with it!
Kenny: I want no part of this accursed choice. Take it away with you.
And with that he was off. What now?!