Acclaimed author of the dazzling cycle of fantasy novels set in Deverry and the Westlands, Katharine Kerr continues her epic saga of humanity as a shift of power on the astral plane brings change to the world of men . . .
The city of Cengarn is under siege. Armies both astral and physical are massing for and against the goddess Alshandra, who seeks to prevent the birth of one fate-bound child. It falls to the dweomermaster Jill and her allies to protect the child's human mother, Princess Carra—and Deverry's already foretold future—by magic and by might. But as the warrior Rhodry wings toward the battle on dragonback, he cannot know that soon he will face his ancient enemy, Alshandra's high priestess Raena, who will use any means to destroy him. Their confrontation could turn the tide of the siege—and change the fate of Deverry forever.
Release date:
December 23, 2009
Publisher:
Spectra
Print pages:
432
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The opposite of Rubeus in all things, thus generally an omen for good. Yet when it falls into the House of Lead, pertaining to matters of war, it does signify days of air and darkness, and an evil upon the land. —The Omenbook of Gwarn, Loremaster
Under a starry night two men and a dragon camped by a river. Though the wind blew warm, the men had built a fire for light, and the great wyrm laid her head as close to it as she dared. The rest of her glittering body and folded wings stretched away into shadow. Well over twenty feet long, not counting the tail curled round her haunches, the greenish-black dragon kept raising her head to look about her and sniff the summer wind. On the opposite side of the fire sat a young man of the Mountain People, though he was tall for one of them at five-and-a-half feet. He had high dwarven cheekbones and a flat nose, narrow eyes, shadowed under heavy dwarven brows, and his hair was a brown close to black, as was his close-cropped beard. Every time the dragon went on guard, he would start up, then mutter a curse under his breath and sit again.
“Rori?” he said finally. “What be troubling the beast?”
Rhodry Maelwaedd stopped his restless pacing and walked back into the pool of firelight. He was well over six-feet-tall but built straight from shoulder to hip, and his raven-dark hair and cornflower blue eyes marked him for an Eldidd man, even though that province lay hundreds of miles to the south, all the way across the far-flung kingdom of Deverry. Weather-beaten, grizzled, Rhodry was still a handsome man, and he looked human enough—at first glance, anyway.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It’s a pity you never learned the Elvish tongue, Enj. It’s the only thing she speaks.”
“And where would I have come across elves, all the way up here? Well, before I met you, anyway.”
“True spoken.” Rhodry turned to the dragon and began speaking in the language of his father’s people. “What’s wrong? Do you smell trouble on the wind?”
“What? No, not yet, anyway.” The dragon’s voice rumbled and growled like a turning millstone. “But I like to keep a bit of a guard.”
“Sensible enough, and my thanks.”
She rippled her long wings, then rested her head on her coppery-green paws, though she kept an eye open to watch him. On the third finger of his right hand, Rhodry wore a silver ring, a flat band inscribed on the outside with a design of roses and on the inside, with her true name.
“Naught’s wrong.” Rhodry sat down on the ground a few feet from Enj and spoke in the rough patois of Deverrian and the mountain tongue that they both could understand. “She’s just troubled, like we are.”
“It’s been a miserable bad day, truly.”
Rhodry laughed, a high mad chortle of a berserker’s howl that made Enj wince and the dragon raise her head to hiss like a thousand cats.
“You must admit, Enj old lad, that you’ve a fine gift for understatement. You’ve lost home and kin both, and I’ve lost a woman I loved with all my heart and soul, and what do you call it? A miserable bad day. Well, truly, it was that, I suppose.”
“My apologies, then!” Enj snarled like the dragon. “But ye gods, what do you expect me to do? Orate like one of your wretched bards?”
Rhodry wiped his grin away.
“I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
The two men stared at each other for a long moment; then Enj held out his hand. Rhodry shook it. His mouth set hard against mourning, Enj returned to watching flames dance along logs.
Rhodry’s heavy sword belt lay beside him on the ground. He pulled a dagger free of its sheath and began fiddling with it, polishing the narrow blade on his sleeve, holding it up to catch the light. When he flicked it with a thumbnail, the blade rang like silver, though it was as hard as steel. The dragon’s coppery eye followed every glint.
Their camp lay in a broad valley where a river flowed through scattered pines and high grass. All round rose the mountains of the Roof of the World, in those days untrod and unsettled by either dwarf or man. Framing the valley, hills climbed, dark with trees, while beyond them rose the high peaks, their perpetual snow gleaming a faint silver in the light from the overarching stars. Down from the foothills, the night wind brought them the sound of wolves howling on the hunt. Arzosah raised her massive head to listen.
“They’re moving away from us,” she remarked. “I do wish you’d sheathe that knife, Rori. It’s driving me daft, watching you play with it.”
He smiled and closed one broad hand round its hilt.
“You know,” she went on, “if you need someone to hate, you could blame Evandar. I do.”
“For what? The vanishing of Haen Marn?”
“Nah, nah, nah. What do I care about your stupid island? It wasn’t my home. I blame him for the troubling of me.”
“I should have known.” Rhodry translated this exchange for the puzzled Enj, then turned back to her. “Well, if he hadn’t given me this little ring, you’d be all nice and snug, sure enough, lolling round in your fire mountain and chewing on a cow bone or two.”
She whined, rolling an enormous copper eye to the stars. He held up his hand to catch the firelight on the ring.
“My apologies,” she said. “You’re a harsh man, Rhodry Dragonmaster.”
“I intend to stay that way and stay alive.”
She whined again, flopping her head onto her paws. He glanced at Enj to find him utterly expressionless.
“We should turn in,” Rhodry said. “Think you can sleep?”
“Not without dreaming. Let’s let the fire burn awhile.”
“Very well.” He looked at the dragon, who was quietly snarling to herself. “Still thinking of Evandar?”
“Yes. If ever I find him again, I’m going to eat him. Munch crunch gobble gone.”
“A fine sentiment, but I’m afraid you can’t really eat him. He doesn’t have a real body, not one made out of meat, I mean, like you and me.”
“Just like him! The final cheat of all!”
“A spiteful beast, isn’t she?”
The voice came out of the dark beyond the fire. His dagger in hand, Rhodry scrambled to his feet as a figure strolled toward them. A silver glow like moonlight hung in the air round him so that they could see him clearly, a tall fellow, slender, dressed in a long green tunic and buckskin trousers. His hair was the bright yellow of daffodils, his lips were the red of sour cherries, and his eyes were an unnatural turquoise blue, bright as gemstones. Yet the strangest thing of all were his ears, long and delicately pointed, furled tight like a fern in spring.
“Evandar!” Rhodry hissed.
The dragon slapped her tail upon the ground with a dull boom like an avalanche. He could hear her scuffling to her feet behind him.
“The very one.” Evandar made him a bow, then raised one hand to point a long and slender finger at the dragon. “Arzosah Sothy Lorezohaz! Remember that I know your name.”
She snarled, opening her mouth wide, but she held her place. Enj crouched by the fire and stared at their visitor.
“What brings you here?” With a nod Enj’s way to include him, Rhodry spoke in the Deverrian patois.
“A warning for you,” Evandar said in the same. “Are you heading south?”
“We are. Cengarn’s under siege. Did you know that?”
“Of course. I know everything that’s worth knowing about this war, Rhodry Maelwaedd.”
“Oh, do you now? Then where’s the relieving army? We’ll be looking to join up with it.”
“Go to Lin Serr first. Garin and his troop of axmen haven’t left yet.”
“What? I’d have thought them long gone.”
“There’s an obstacle in their way.” Evandar flashed him a grin. “A small army’s tramping round the countryside. Horsekin.”
Enj winced and swore.
“The filthy bastards!” Rhodry said, half-laughing. “I want a chance at killing me a few.”
“You’ll get it,” Evandar said. “But stay on guard while you’re flying south, because there’s some peculiar birds who soar between worlds, and I think me one of them means you harm.”
“Shape-changers!”
Evandar smiled, briefly.
“It’s the raven I’d watch out for. A bird of ill omen, always, but particularly ill-omened is the raven I have in mind. You’re wearing some sort of talisman of hiding, aren’t you?”
“I am.”
“I thought so. No doubt your enemies are having a fair bit of trouble scrying you out, and so they’ll have to come look for you in the flesh. Be careful, very careful. The raven woman’s as dangerous as they come.”
“We’ll keep alert, then, and my thanks. Answer me somewhat, will you?”
“Probably not, but you can ask. I only set riddles. I don’t answer them for naught.”
The dragon swung her head his way and growled. Oho! Rhodry thought.
“All right, then,” Rhodry said aloud. “Why would you come to warn me? I don’t recall ever doing anything for you, and yet you’ve helped me a good many times now.”
“I don’t know. It’s a riddle I’ve set for myself, a riddle as new and shiny as a gold coin, and here I never meant to do such a thing.” Evandar tilted his head a little to one side, suddenly solemn, and yet it seemed that he was acting the role of a man thinking rather than truly thinking something through. “I suppose there’s only one thing the answer could be.”
“And that is?”
Evandar laid a hand along the side of Rhodry’s face, then kissed him full on the mouth. His hand felt oddly cool, more like silk than flesh, but the kiss was warm enough. Rhodry could neither move nor think till Evandar released him.
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