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Contents
ОглавлениеTitle Page
Dedication Page
Map
Prologue
The Free City of Ness was known around the world…
Part 1
Under the Flag of Parley
Chapter One
On the far side of the Whitewall mountains, in the…
Chapter Two
There was a mountain, and then there was no mountain.
Chapter Three
At dawn—as promised—Croy returned, looking a little tousled after riding…
Chapter Four
On a map the fortress of Helstrow would have resembled…
Chapter Five
Inside the common room of the inn, food and wine…
Chapter Six
Bursting out into the sunlight, Malden turned his head wildly…
Chapter Seven
The marketers all fled or pressed into the doors of…
Chapter Eight
When Malden burst out of the inn, Cythera leapt to…
Chapter Nine
They dragged Malden through the gate to the inner bailey,…
Chapter Ten
“This way, sir knight, milady,” the castellan said, and ushered…
Chapter Eleven
Ulfram V was a year younger than Croy, but the…
Chapter Twelve
“Is this true, Croy?” the king demanded. “Did you—in fact—make…
Chapter Thirteen
Instantly Ghostcutter came to Croy’s hand. Beside him he saw…
Chapter Fourteen
After Mörgain left, no one spoke for some while. Croy…
Chapter Fifteen
After darkness fell, Malden and Croy headed back into the…
Chapter Sixteen
He made a point of saying no more until they…
Chapter Seventeen
Cythera stood by the window in their room at the…
Chapter Eighteen
Malden never actually lost consciousness, but between the pain in…
Chapter Nineteen
The bridge across the river Strow began and ended within…
Chapter Twenty
In the king’s own chapel in the keep at Helstrow,…
Chapter Twenty-One
The day after the gates of Helstrow were sealed, the…
Chapter Twenty-Two
Malden put his hand on Acidtongue’s hilt, but kept the…
Chapter Twenty-Three
T he woman from the milehouse turned out to be…
Chapter Twenty-Four
Croy’s rounsey whickered and bucked as he climbed onto its…
Chapter Twenty-Five
The king walked his horse up to where the two…
Chapter Twenty-Six
The king of Skrae spluttered in rage. Croy didn’t blame…
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Behind the portcullis, soldiers shouted at one another and men…
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Berserkers crashed up against the gate, straining and howling as…
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Where do we take him?” Orne asked, when they were…
Part 2
The Sleeping King
Interlude
There was a place in the Free City of Ness…
Chapter Thirty
Helstrow burned for days. The barbarians were too busy celebrating…
Chapter Thirty-One
Just outside the gates of Ness a recruiting serjeant had…
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cythera found her mother down in Swampwall, where the river…
Chapter Thirty-Three
After Cythera went to find her mother, Malden led Slag…
Chapter Thirty-Four
“That’s ridiculous,” Malden said. How could he be Cutbill’s most…
Chapter Thirty-Five
“Alright,” Malden said. “Well, that’s got me up to date.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Croy brought the whetstone carefully up the iron edge of…
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Through the stout oak door, Croy could hear the voices…
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The river Skrait twisted through Ness, carving its way between…
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Walking through the brambles surrounding Coruth’s shack was disincitement enough,…
Chapter Forty
Malden moved out of the way as Coruth swept into…
Chapter Forty-One
When dinner was finished Malden took his leave. He was…
Chapter Forty-Two
The thieves of Ness gathered just before midnight, when the…
Chapter Forty-Three
A few murmurs drifted up from the crowd regardless of…
Chapter Forty-Four
Perhaps there was a second reason why Cutbill had chosen…
Chapter Forty-Five
“I have grand plans for the people of Skrae,” the…
Chapter Forty-Six
The sky glowed a deep blue-black that made Malden’s head…
Chapter Forty-Seven
The air in Coruth’s house felt like it had been…
Chapter Forty-Eight
Mörget whirled his axe through the air and brought it…
Chapter Forty-Nine
The bandit camp proved a sorry affair. Two dozen men…
Chapter Fifty
Barbarian pickets controlled the road between Helstrow and Redweir, but…
Chapter Fifty-One
The Baron sighed and looked down at his maps and…
Chapter Fifty-Two
Money kept coming in, as it always had, and that…
Chapter Fifty-Three
It didn’t take long for the thief-takers to make their…
Chapter Fifty-Four
Slag followed Malden all the way across the Sawyer’s Bridge…
Chapter Fifty-Five
“Protection?” Malden repeated, when Herwig had told him what she…
Chapter Fifty-Six
Croy knelt low in the brambles by the side of…
Chapter Fifty-Seven
I didn’t want this job, Malden thought. I never asked…
Chapter Fifty-Eight
It wasn’t easy getting the word out so late in…
Chapter Fifty-Nine
An old fishwife with a face like a rotten parsnip…
Chapter Sixty
Coruth did not wait to hear if he would follow.
Chapter Sixty-One
In a muddy field just off the Helstrow road, Baron…
Chapter Sixty-Two
Mörgain’s barbarians were distracted by the archers and turned outwards…
Chapter Sixty-Three
Spittle flecked their red-painted lips. They came running with blood…
Part 3
A Change of Station
Interlude
“Halt, here,” Mörgain said, and the paltry remnants of her…
Chapter Sixty-Four
Malden grabbed onto a window ledge and hauled himself upward.
Chapter Sixty-Five
Malden leaned down and kissed Cythera gently. She wrapped her…
Chapter Sixty-Six
Loophole would never walk easy again. When the mob seized…
Chapter Sixty-Seven
He already knew what his Helstrovian second-in-command wanted, but still…
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Dead bodies littered the forecourt of Easthull manor. Not a…
Chapter Sixty-Nine
“The king is dead,” Coruth said, plucking at long blades…
Chapter Seventy
A thousand barbarians marched north, pulling wagons full of books…
Chapter Seventy-One
“The Godstone is cracked. The cracks need to be repaired.
Chapter Seventy-Two
“Be of good cheer, lad,” Slag said, as he led…
Chapter Seventy-Three
Croy kept his horse to a walk as they crept…
Chapter Seventy-Four
Malden reached up and grasped the snout of a gargoyle.
Chapter Seventy-Five
Malden lowered himself through the trap door by his hands.
Chapter Seventy-Six
Malden’s candle fell from his hand and flickered out instantly.
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Malden closed the door behind him and bent low to…
Chapter Seventy-Eight
“Malden, no one loves me,” Cutbill said. He poured two…
Chapter Seventy-Nine
“The barbarians will arrive within the week,” Cutbill told Malden.
Chapter Eighty
Mörget tramped up the frost-crackling hill, naked axe in hand,…
Part 4
The Siege of Ness
Interlude
In theory there were no officers in the Army of…
Chapter Eighty-One
North of Helstrow, Croy took to the road.
Chapter Eighty-Two
“Nock! Draw! Fire!” Herwig the madam shouted, beating time against…
Chapter Eighty-Three
“Halloo! Halloo! Ness! People of Ness! Is someone in charge…
Chapter Eighty-Four
“Get me out of this ridiculous stuff,” Malden growled, trying…
Chapter Eighty-Five
Malden hurried through the streets, headed for the bridge to…
Chapter Eighty-Six
“Fascinating. In the space of one night they built three…
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Bethane slumped down to sit on a rock and rub…
Chapter Eighty-Eight
The whispers became murmurs. The murmurs became disgusted looks in…
Chapter Eighty-Nine
The rocks kept coming, though not as frequently as when…
Chapter Ninety
The rider had come very close, now. He could descend…
Chapter Ninety-One
The Skilfinger knight wore a byrnie of chain mail that…
Chapter Ninety-Two
Mörg was no fool.
Chapter Ninety-Three
The workshop stank of brimstone and urine, enough to make…
Chapter Ninety-four
“They’re scaling Ditchwall now, and there’s no one to stop…
Chapter Ninety-Five
There seemed to be no end to the berserkers willing…
Chapter Ninety-Six
Malden followed the dwarf down a flight of stairs to…
Chapter Ninety-Seven
Croy could stand, and if he used Ghostcutter as a…
Chapter Ninety-Eight
A single trebuchet stone arced over the city that day.
Chapter Ninety-Nine
Malden wrapped a loaf of bread in a silken cloth—the…
Chapter One Hundred
The Lemon Garden could no longer hold all the supplicants…
Chapter One Hundred and One
The wailing of Mörgain’s female warriors set Mörget’s teeth on…
Chapter One Hundred and Two
“Come forth! Step up, and receive Sadu’s bounty! Food for…
Chapter One Hundred and Three
Croy rode at the head of an army of two…
Chapter One Hundred and Four
Mörget raced back into the camp, Balint at his heels,…
Chapter One Hundred and Five
Malden ordered Velmont to search for other survivors in the…
Chapter One Hundred and Six
Malden looked to Cythera. She was drained, and worse than…
Chapter One Hundred and Seven
In her bed, Coruth struggled for every breath. Her hair…
Chapter One Hundred and Eight
On the march, it is far too easy to slip…
Chapter One Hundred and Nine
There was no time to think on all that had…
Chapter One Hundred and Ten
“Get that iron off him,” Velmont commanded. His eyes stayed…
Chapter One Hundred and Eleven
An hour before dawn, the snow burned a deep blue.
Chapter One Hundred and Twelve
As soon as Malden could stand on his own two…
Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen
The crowd of devout citizens gasped and ran as a…
Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen
Croy brought Ghostcutter around and disemboweled a gray-bearded reaver, then…
Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
When Ryewall collapsed Malden was thrown from his feet. He…
Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen
“What in the Lady’s name was that?” Hew asked.
Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen
Slag crowed and danced and shouted up to Malden where…
Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen
Mörget shouted in pain and for a moment froze in…
Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen
Smoke from the explosion of Slag’s weapon hung in the…
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty
The Lemon Garden was far enough from Ryewall that Malden…
Epilogue
He’d made his decision. He’d been forced to pick between…
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by David Chandler
Copyright
About the Publisher
