Copyright
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1999
Copyright © Raymond E. Feist
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Source ISBN: 9780008311261
Ebook Edition © January 2018 ISBN: 9780007352456
Version: 2018-11-13
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all the editors who have put up with, inspired, corrected, and aided me, to the ends of improving the work and making me look good: Adrian Zackheim, Nick Austin, Pat LoBrutto, Janna Silverstein, Malcolm Edwards, and my current guides: Jennifer Brehl and Jane Johnson.
Also, to Peter Schneider, who has done far more on my behalf than he realizes.
My deepest thanks to them all.
Raymond E. Feist
Rancho Santa Fe, CA
May, 1999
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Prologue: Departures
Chapter One: Escape
Chapter Two: Krondor
Chapter Three: Reception
Chapter Four: Surprises
Chapter Five: Secrets
Chapter Six: Confusion
Chapter Seven: Ambush
Chapter Eight: Attack
Chapter Nine: Decisions
Chapter Ten: Revelation
Chapter Eleven: Stealth
Chapter Twelve: Improvisation
Chapter Thirteen: Concealment
Chapter Fourteen: Murders
Chapter Fifteen: Desperation
Chapter Sixteen: Discovery
Chapter Seventeen: Misdirection
Chapter Eighteen: Unmasking
Epilogue: Encounters
Acknowledgements
About the Author
By the same author
About the Publisher
Map
PROLOGUE
Departures
LINES OF SOLDIERS MARCHED ALONG THE RIDGE.
The baggage train had been broken into two segments, the first of which was now departing with the wounded and the dead who would be cremated with honours back in Krondor. Clouds of dust rose from the trail as wheels rolled and boots tramped towards home, the fine powder mixing with the acrid smoke from campfires as they were extinguished. The rising sun streamed through the haze, orange and pale gold, lances of colour in an otherwise grey morning. In the distance birds sang, ignoring the aftermath of battle.
Arutha, Prince of Krondor and ruler of the Western Realm of the Kingdom of the Isles, sat on his horse, taking a moment to enjoy the majesty of the sunrise and the serenade of the birds as he watched his men heading home. The fighting had been blessedly short but bloody, and while casualties were lighter than anticipated, he still hated to lose even one solider under his command. He let the beauty of the vista before him soothe his frustration and regret for a few moments.
Arutha still resembled the youthful man who had come to the throne of Krondor ten years before, though lines around his eyes and a small scattering of grey through his otherwise black hair revealed the toll rulership had taken on him. For those who knew him well, he was still much the same man, a competent administrator, military genius, and fiercely duty-bound man who would surrender his own life without question to save the lowest soldier under his command.
His gaze went from wagon to wagon, as if somehow willing himself to see the wounded men inside, as if he could communicate to them his sense of gratitude for a job well done. Those closest to Arutha knew he paid a silent price, pain kept within, for each injury done a man who served Krondor and the Kingdom.
Arutha pushed aside his regrets and considered the victory. The enemy had been in full retreat for two days, a relatively small force of dark elves. A much larger force had been prevented from reaching the Dimwood when a rift machine had been destroyed by Aruthas two squires, James and Locklear. It had cost the life of a magician named Patrus, but his sacrifice had allowed the invaders to fall prey to their own internal conflicts. Delekhan, the would-be conqueror, had died beside Gorath, a moredhel chieftain who had proven as honourable and worthy a being as Arutha had ever met, while they struggled to seize control of the Lifestone. Arutha cursed the existence of that mysterious and ancient artifact under the abandoned city of Sethanon, and wondered if its mystery would ever be understood, its danger removed, in his lifetime.
Delekhans son Moraeulf had died from a dagger thrust home by Narab, once an ally of Delekhan. As agreed to by Narab, the retreating moredhel werent being harassed by Kingdom forces as long as they were heading straight north. Orders had been dispatched to allow the moredhel safe passage home as long as they kept moving.
The Kingdom forces in the Dimwood were now dispersing to their various garrisons, the majority returning to the west, and some heading back north to the border baronies. They would start moving later in the morning. The previously secret garrison north of Sethanon would be moved to another location and reprovisioned.
Sunlight began to bathe Arutha as the morning mist burned off, leaving only the smoke and dust to cloud the air. The day was already growing hot, and the cold of the previous winter was fading from memory. Arutha kept his distress deep inside as he considered the latest assault upon the tranquillity of his Kingdom.
Arutha had taken the Tsurani magicians at face value after the end of the Riftwar. For nearly ten years they had been free to come and go between worlds, via several magic rifts. And now he felt a profound sense of betrayal. He fully understood the rationale that had driven Makala, a Tsurani Great One, to attempt to seize the Lifestone at Sethanon, the belief that the Kingdom possessed a great weapon of destruction, some engine of power that would give predominance in war to whoever held it. Had he been in Makalas place, with the same suspicions, he might have acted in the same way. But even so, he could not trust the Tsurani to be loose in the Kingdom, and that meant an end to almost a decade of trade and exchange. Arutha pushed aside worry as to how he would effect the changes he must make, but he knew that eventually he would have to sit down with his advisors and fashion a plan that would ensure future security for the Kingdom. And he knew almost no one would be pleased at the changes he would make.
Arutha glanced to his right and saw two very fatigued young men sitting astride their horses. He permitted himself one of his infrequent smiles, a bare upturning of the sides of his mouth, which served to soften the often sombre expression on his still-youthful face. Tired, gentlemen? he asked.
James, senior squire to the Prince, returned his rulers gaze from eyes surrounded by dark circles. James, and his companion Squire Locklear, had ridden a punishing ride, abetted by magic herbs which had kept them awake and alert for days in the saddle. The after-effects of the prolonged use of the draught was to unleash all the pent-up fatigue and body-ache on the young men at once. Both had slept through the night, upon cushions in Aruthas tent, but had awakened tired and bone-weary. Summoning up his usual brazen wit, James said, No, sire, we always look like this when we wake. Usually you dont see us until after our morning coffee.
Arutha laughed. I see none of your charms have faded, squire.
A short man with dark hair and beard walked over to where the Prince and his companions sat astride their horses.
Good morning, Highness, said Pug, as he bowed.
Arutha returned a polite nod and said, Pug, do you return to Krondor with us?
Pugs expression revealed concern. Not straight away, Highness. There are matters I must investigate at Stardock. The activities of the Tsurani Great Ones involved with this last attempt at Sethanon cause me great concern. I need to ensure that they were the only magicians involved, and that those who still reside at my Academy are free of any guilt.
Arutha looked at the retreating wagons again as he said, We do need to talk about the role played by the Tsurani in your Academy, Pug. But not here.
Pug nodded agreement. Even though everyone within earshot was privy to the secret of the Lifestone which sat beneath the city of Sethanon, it was wise to talk only in private. And Pug also knew that Arutha had grave concerns about the betrayal by the Tsurani magician Makala which had led to this last battle between the Princes army and an invading army of moredhel warriors. He expected that Arutha would insist on far more stringent controls over who and what came through the rift the magic gateway between Midkemia and the Tsurani homeworld of Kelewan.
We will, Highness. First, I must see to the safety of Katala and Gamina.
I understand your concerns, said the Prince. Pugs daughter Gamina had been abducted and transported by magic to a distant world in order to lure him away from Midkemia while the Tsurani magician attempted to seize the Lifestone.
Pug said, I must make sure that I am never again made vulnerable because of a family member. He looked knowingly at the Prince. Theres nothing I can do about William, but I can ensure that Gamina and Katala are safe at Stardock.
William is a soldier, so by the nature of his craft he is at risk. Then Arutha smiled at Pug. But hes as safe as a soldier can be, surrounded by six companies of the Royal Krondorian Household Guard. Anyone attempting to blackmail you through William will find him difficult to reach.
Pugs expression showed he didnt approve. He could have been so much more. His look silently implored Arutha to do something. He still can. Its not too late for him to return to Stardock with me.
Arutha regarded the magician. He understood Pugs frustration and his parental desire to see his son back with his family. But his tone left no confusion as to his willingness to intercede on Pugs behalf. I know you two have had your differences about his choice, Pug, but Ill leave it for you to work out at your own leisure. As I told you when you first objected to William coming into my service, hes a royal cousin by adoption and a free man of age, so there was no reason for me to refuse his request. Before Pug could voice another objection, he raised his hand. Not even as a favour to you. His tone softened. Besides, hes got the makings of a better than average soldier. Quite a knack, actually, according to my swordmaster. Arutha changed the subject. Did Owyn return home? Owyn Belefote, youngest son of the Baron of Timons, had proven a valuable ally to James and Locklear in the recent struggle.
At first light. He said he must mend fences with his father.
Arutha motioned towards Locklear, though he kept his eyes on Pug. I have something for you. When Locklear failed to respond to the gesture, Arutha shifted his gaze to Locklear. Squire, the document?
Locklear had been on the verge of falling asleep in the saddle but he snapped to attention as the Princes voice penetrated his muzzy thoughts. He moved his horse to where Pug stood and handed a parchment down to him.
Arutha said, Over my signature and seal, this names you the final authority over all issues of magic as they affect the Western Realm. He smiled slightly. I should have no trouble convincing His Majesty to ratify this for the entire Kingdom. Youve had our ear in this area for years, Pug, but this gives you authority if you ever find yourself having to deal with another noble or Kings officer without me at your shoulder. It names you official magician of the court of Krondor.
My thanks, Highness, said Pug. He seemed about to speak, but hesitated.
Arutha cocked his head to one side. Theres a but here, isnt there?
But I need remain at Stardock with my family. Theres much work to be done and my attention there precludes me from serving in Krondor, Arutha.
Arutha sighed slightly. Understood. But that still leaves me without a magician in court, if youre unwilling to take residency in the palace.