© 2017 by Jill Williamson
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
Map of Er’Rets
Key Players
Trevn
Oli
Trevn
Hinck
Grayson
Qoatch
Onika
Trevn
Mielle
Qoatch
Charlon
Trevn
Oli
Trevn
Grayson
Charlon
Qoatch
Mielle
Onika
About the Author
THE KINSMAN CHRONICLES
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Key Players
ARMANIA
House Hadar
Trevn-Rosâr Hadar, king of Armania
Hawley, Trevn’s onesent
Ottee, Trevn’s honor man
Sir Cadoc Wyser, Trevn’s High Shield
Rzasa, Trevn’s backman
Nietz, a guard
Bonds, a guard
Jhorn, Master of Requests
Grayson, a spy
Mielle-Rosârah, Trevn’s wife
Tonis, Mielle’s onesent
Pia, Mielle’s High Shield
Bero, a guard
Abree, Mielle’s honor maiden
Onika [ON-ik-ah], the True Prophet, a blind woman
Kempe [KEM-pay], Onika’s personal maid
Rustian, Onika’s dune cat
Zeroah Barta-Hadar, the dowager queen
Doth, Zeroah’s guard
Ephec, Zeroah’s guard
Brelenah-Rosârah, the dowager queen mother
Hrettah-Sârah Hadar, Trevn’s half sister
Rashah-Sârah Hadar, Trevn’s half sister
Enetta, Hrettah and Rashah’s nurse
Inolah-Sârah Orsona-Hadar, Trevn’s half sister, mother of Emperor Ulrik and Prince Ferro
Princess Vallah Orsona, Inolah’s daughter, Emperor Ulrik’s sister
Princess Tinyah Orsona, Inolah’s daughter, Emperor Ulrik’s sister
Sir Doran, Inolah’s High Shield
Kreah, Tinyah’s nursemaid
Other Armanians
Oli Agoros, Duke of Canden
Kipp, Oli’s honor man
Danek Faluk, Duke of Highcliff
Zura, Danek’s wife
Hinckdan Faluk, Earl of Dacre, a spy, a seer
Barek Hadar, Duke of Odarka
Arzah, Barek’s wife
Lady Brisa, daughter of Barek and Arzah
Lady Trista, daughter of Barek and Arzah
Joret Vohan, Earl of Idez
Cabena, Johan’s wife
Sir Ransen, son of Joret and Cabena
Enko, son of Joret and Cabena
Madara, daughter of Joret and Cabena
Rennik, son of Madara and Jarmyn Koll
Tace Edekk, Duke of Raine
Gitla, Tace’s wife
Lady Imara, daughter of Tace and Gitla
Lander Leevy, husband to Lady Imara
Captain Korvoh, captain of Tace’s private army
Natod, Tace’s onesent
Gunrik Koll, Earl of Blackpool
Sabin, Gunrik’s wife
Sir Jarmyn, son of Gunrik and Sabin
Dendrelle, Sir Jarmyn’s wife, Tace and Gitla Edekk’s daughter
Finbar Wallington, Duke of Everton, brother of Mahat
Gia, Finbar’s wife
Finnel, son of Finbar and Gia
Hirth, son of Finbar and Gia
Allain Ortropp, a nobleman
Irlond Hearn, sheriff
Rayim Veralla, captain of the King’s Guard
Sir Keshton, Rayim’s son, an officer in the army
Zanre, Rayim’s son, drillmaster
Father Burl Mathal, medial priest of the Arman church
Admiral Aldair Livina, admiral of the king’s fleet
Norgam Bussie, captain of the Seffynaw
Novan Heln, a guard
The Omatta Clan
Rand, leader of the Omatta
Meelo, Rand’s son
Zahara, Rand’s daughter
BARTHIA
Barthel Rogedoth (also known as Prince Mergest III), self-titled king, a mantic
Timmons, Barthel’s onesent
Dendron, a great shadir, bonded to Barthel Rogedoth
Paliki, a slight shadir in Dendron’s swarm
Agmado Harton/Harton Sonber, general of Barthia, a mantic
Yobatha, a common shadir, bonded to Harton
Captain Orbay, captain of Barthel’s guard
Laviel-Rosârah, former queen of Armania, Barthel’s daughter
Iamos, a common shadir, bonded to Laviel
Sârah Jemesha, Trevn’s aunt, Oli and Eudora’s mother
Zeteo Agoros, Jemesha’s husband, Oli and Eudora’s father, former Armanian general
Sir Briden, captain of Zeteo’s army
Eudora Agoros, daughter of Jemesha and Zeteo, Oli’s sister, Barthel’s wife
Daliza, a slight shadir, bonded to Jemesha
Filkin Yohthehreth, Rôb prophet, a mantic
Mikray, a common shadir, bonded to Filkin
Zithel Lau, Rôb priest, a mantic
Shama, a slight shadir, bonded to Zithel
Zenobia, a mantic
Kabada, a common shadir, bonded to Zenobia
Mattenelle, called Nellie, a mantic
Hwuum, a slight shadir, bonded to Mattenelle
Lilou Caridod, a malleant
Mahat Wallington, a malleant
Burk, a soldier
SARIKAR
House Pitney
Princess Saria Pitney, daughter of the late King Loran
Sir Menel, Saria’s guardsman
Sir Oris, Saria’s guardsman
Princess Nolia, Saria’s aunt, sister of the late King Loran
Finnel Wallington, Nolia’s husband
General Norcott, general of Sarikar
Wolbair, a prophet of Arman
RUREKAU
House Orsona
Emperor Ulrik Orsona, emperor of Rurekau
Sir Iamot, Ulrik’s High Shield
Taleeb, Ulrik’s onesent
Jazlyn, Ulrik’s wife, empress of Rurekau, former High Queen of Tenma
Qoatch [KO-ach], Jazlyn’s eunuch slav, a seer
Niklee, an acolyte
Prince Jael (Adir), son of Ulrik and Jazlyn
Princess Jahleeah (Noyah), daughter of Ulrik and Jazlyn
Zinetha, nursemaid to Ulrik and Jazlyn’s children
Prince Ferro Orsona, Ulrik’s younger brother
Thallah-Rosârah Orsona, former queen of Armania, Trevn’s mother, Ulrik’s great-aunt
General Balat, head of the Igote guard
Kakeeo, Rurekan sheriff
MAGOSIA
Ruling Clan
Charlon, Magosian Chieftess
Shanek, Charlon’s son
Rurek (Gozan), a great shadir, bonded to Charlon
Masi, a common shadir in Gozan’s swarm
Sir Kalenek Veroth, protector of Shanek, number One of Charlon’s Five Men
Kateen, First of Charlon’s Five Maidens
Astaa, Second of Charlon’s Five Maidens
Roya, Third of Charlon’s Five Maidens
Rone, number Two of Charlon’s Five Men
Nuel, number Three of Charlon’s Five Men
Vald, number Four of Charlon’s Five Men
Gullik, number Five of Charlon’s Five Men
Amala, Kalenek’s ward, Mielle’s little sister
NATIVE CLANS
Ahj-Yeke Giants
Bolad mi Aru, headman of Ahj-Yeke
Uhl-Yeke Giants
Ulagan, Bolad’s nephew
Abaqa mi Niseh, headman of Jiir-Yeke
Duu Ovdog, a kholoi priest
Puru
Muna, a matriarch
Conaw, Muna’s grandson
Trevn
The kings were dead.
The ambush, led by Fonu Edekk, had nearly destroyed the veteran armies of Armania and Sarikar and had taken out both kings, leaving Trevn to defend his people from the threat of takeover.
He had no idea how to do that.
As the Seffynaw anchored off the eastern coast of Er’Rets, he stood with Mielle at the starboard rail of the quarterdeck and observed the caravan that had assembled on the yellowed plains. It seemed like Barek Hadar had brought every wagon in Armanguard to safely transport Trevn and his party back to the castle stronghold.
“That’s a lot of wagons,” Mielle said, fingering the seashell on the cord around her neck. “I’m nervous.”
Trevn felt it. The soul-binding allowed them to share each other’s emotions, and right now Mielle’s apprehension was distracting him from making plans. “Nervous about wagons?” he asked, taking hold of her chilled hand.
“About needing so many.” She met his gaze. “You have always been a prince—been carted around in fancy carriages—but I know nothing about being a princess, let alone a queen.”
Sweet Mouse. Trevn lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of hers. The trip south had given Trevn plenty of time to consider his new role in the realm of Armania. For years Wilek had trained for the position, while Trevn had been climbing buildings and drawing maps. Still, his life had given him plenty of perspective, while Mielle’s sole experience had been her short stint as Zeroah’s honor maiden.
She didn’t want to fail him.
“Father Tomek used to say that leadership is about taking responsibility, not making excuses,” he told her.
She frowned and looked back to the procession of wagons. “That sounds wise.”
“He was wise,” Trevn said, wishing he were here now. Wilek too. Though if Wilek were here, Trevn wouldn’t be in this position. Wouldn’t be king of Armania.
Cadoc approached and bowed to Trevn. “We’re ready, Your Highness.”
Trevn nodded and steered his wife toward the boat fall. The sounds of their footsteps on the wooden deck combined with those of his ever-growing retinue and became a jumbled sound with no rhythm. Some two dozen people were already waiting in the longboat. Nietz, Rzasa, and Bonds sat on the back bench, talking and laughing, with Maleen looking on. Cadoc’s parents sat beside Kempe, who was speaking to Grayson and Ottee about the tides. Then came Princess Saria and her guards. The next bench had been left open for Trevn, Mielle, and Cadoc. Trevn helped Mielle in, and Cadoc’s father rose to receive her. Trevn vaulted himself over the railing and settled beside Mielle. He grasped her hand and squeezed.
She was trembling.
“It will be all right,” he voiced, sending all of his comfort with his thoughts.
She returned his warm feelings, but Trevn knew better. The magic of the soul-binding between them made it possible to trick each other, but Trevn’s false comfort would not relieve Mielle’s anxiety.
The sailors still on board started cranking the pulleys, and the longboat lowered into the water. Trevn took a deep breath of chilled air and exhaled slowly.
Why had this happened?
Such a question had no answer, he knew. One choice had led to another and another. Choices Trevn himself might have made had he been in Wilek’s boots. After all they had been through—surviving the destruction of their homeland, the harrowing journey across the Northsea, and a myriad of attacks by traitors—it seemed a grossly unfair end to such a man as Wilek Hadar. Why had Arman let him die? Brave, intelligent, strong, and willing to fight for truth and goodness and righteousness, Trevn’s brother had been the perfect man to rule Armania.
Trevn hadn’t even been able to return in time for the burial—the first in more than two hundred years for the realm of Armania, which usually practiced shipping their dead. Trevn had given permission for rosârahs Zeroah and Brelenah to take charge of the ceremony. The women had given his brother a traditional funeral of an Armanite believer and buried Wilek in a tomb they had commissioned beneath Castle Armanguard.
“I’m sorry, Trevn,” Mielle voiced. “I’ve pulled you in again, haven’t I?”
She had, but he would not admit it. “I am perfectly well.”
He shook his head clear and forced his thoughts back to his top concerns: determine the size of his army, build defensive outposts, and, once Hinck succeeded in his mission to sabotage Rogedoth’s evenroot supply, plan an attack.
“I feel your mind spinning,” Mielle voiced. “Arman will guide us, as I’m sure you know. Plus, we’re alive and healthy. We’re safe. And the sun is out.”
He glanced her way and found her smiling. “I couldn’t do this without you.”
“Of course you could. Trevn, you can do anything you set your mind to. It’s a little annoying, actually.”
His heart swelled with affection, and he leaned in and kissed his wife.
She turned her head away. “Trevn . . . people are watching.”
He sat back, discouraged that his new position would interfere with his relationship with Mielle. They’d been married less than a week when they’d been separated, and Trevn had spent the last year trying to get her back. In that time he’d been captured by giants, rescued Princess Saria, located the root child Grayson, and now Trevn was king. “Get used to it, Mouse. From now on, people will always be watching.”
He was thankful for the soul-binding, which allowed Trevn and Mielle to speak to each other’s minds when they were close, and the mind-speak magic, which enabled Trevn to initiate similar conversations over distances. It gave them a small amount of privacy they might not otherwise have.
The longboat slipped across the water to a low bank where several King’s Guards helped Trevn and Mielle ashore. His own men—Cadoc, Maleen, Nietz, Bonds, and Rzasa—quickly replaced the King’s Guards and ushered Trevn and Mielle up a steep hill. The grass had yellowed since Trevn had left. The seasons were changing. Winter would return soon.
At the top of the hill they backtracked until they reached the wagons. Grayson, Ottee, Saria and her guards, Kempe, Cadoc’s parents, and the rest of Trevn’s party followed behind.
Trevn approached the plain carriage in the center of the procession. It had been parked directly behind the fancy decoy with gold-leaf trim. The door to the plain carriage was already opened, and Barek Hadar, the Duke of Odarka, stood waiting.
The duke had a flat face and a receding hairline, though his gray hair had been worked into slender coils that hung thick to his shoulders. Relief washed over Trevn at the sight of a man he could trust to help him na
vigate all that he was about to encounter. Not only was Barek a longtime member of the Wisean Council, he had helped Trevn during the Five Woes and was Father Tomek’s son. Trevn saw a hint of his old mentor in the man’s eyes. See? Mielle had no cause to worry. All would be well.
The duke bowed. “Your Highness, welcome back.”
It should be a welcome time of celebration, but the loss of Wilek and so many others overshadowed any achievements.
“Thank you for coming to meet us, Your Grace.” Trevn helped Mielle into the carriage, then climbed in beside her. Cadoc entered last and sat opposite them.
Mielle’s apprehension thrummed through Trevn. “What is it?” he asked.
“I feel strange being parted from Madames Wyser and Stockton.”
The two women had been her companions for many months. “Did you see the number of guards here to escort us?” Trevn said. “They’ll be all right.”
“I’m simply used to traveling with them.” Her eyes shifted to Barek Hadar, who settled onto the bench seat beside Cadoc, directly across from Mielle.
“We are ready to depart,” the duke told a guard outside.
“Yes, lord.” The guard shut the carriage door and walked away. “Move out!”
“No problems on the journey back?” the duke asked Trevn.
“None,” Trevn said. The carriage jolted and began to roll over the uneven terrain.
“We need to increase your guard,” the duke said. “No offense, Sir Cadoc, but one shield is not enough to protect a king.”
“I agree, Your Grace,” Cadoc said, “which is why we have already increased Sâr Trevn’s security detail to four.”
“He is Rosâr Trevn now,” the duke said. “Even though he has not been crowned, the title is his. And surely you don’t mean those grimy sailors? They are not even soldiers.”
His tone not only stung, his words shocked Trevn. While he did not know Barek Hadar well, he hadn’t expected him to be so pompous. “Those sailors fight as good as any soldier. I chose them myself and trust each with my life—better, with Mielle’s life.”
“If you say so,” the duke said. “Make one of them your backman, then, and I’ll see if I can find a few more. You should have a squadron of ten at all times.”
Ten men following him everywhere. How had Wilek remained sane?
They were rumbling over the yellowed grass at a good clip now, but the ride to Castle Armanguard would still take about an hour.
“You must also have a onesent,” Barek said. “Onesent to a king is a grand responsibility. Not just anyone can be trusted with so much power and sensitive information. I fear young Ottee is not up to the task.”