Robert Silverberg - Prestimion Trilogy 01 - Sorcerers of Majipoor

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Sorcerers of Majipoor

Robert Silverberg

By Robert Silverberg:

THE MAJIPOOR CYCLE

Lord Valentine's Castle

Valentine Pontifex

Majipoor Chronicles

The Mountains of Majipoor

Sorcerers of Majipoor

OTHER BOOKS

Starborne

Hot Sky at Midnight

Kingdoms of the Wall

The Face of the Waters

Thebes of the Hundred Gates

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First printing: August 1997

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Robert Silverberg.

Sorcerers of Majipoor / Robert Silverberg.

p. cm.

ISBN 0-06-105254-X I. Title.

PS3569.I472S67 1996

813'.54-dc20 95-35027

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Once again for Ralph

Ne plus ultra

Sine qua non

... the hour when safety leaves the throne of kings,

the hour when dynasties change.

—lord dunsany

The Sword of Welleran

The Book of

the Games

There had been omens all year, a rain of blood over Ni-moya and sleek hailstones shaped like tears

falling on three of the cities of Castle Mount and then a true nightmare vision, a giant four-legged black

beast with fiery ruby eyes and a single spiraling horn in its forehead, swimming through the air above the

port city of Alaisor at twilight. That was a beast of a sort never before seen on Majipoor, not anywhere

in the land and certainly not in the sky. And now, in his virtually inaccessible bedchamber at the deepest

level of the Labyrinth, the aged Pontifex Prankipin lay dying at last, surrounded by the corps of mages

and wizards and thaumaturges that had been the comfort of the old man's later years.

Throughout the world it was a time of tension and apprehension. Who could tell what transformations

and hazards the death of the Pontifex might bring? Things had been stable for so long: four full decades,

and then some, since there had been a change of ruler on Majipoor.

As soon as word of the Pontifex's illness had first gone forth, the lords and princes and dukes of

Majipoor began to gather at the vast underground capital for the double event—the sad passing of an

illustrious emperor, and the joyous commencement of a new and glorious reign. Now they waited with

increasing and barely concealed restlessness for the thing that everyone knew must shortly come.

But the weeks went by and still the old Pontifex clung to life, dying by the tiniest of increments, losing

ground slowly and with the most extreme reluctance. The imperial doctors had long since acknowledged

the hopelessness of his case. Nor were the imperial sorcerers and mages able to make any use of their

arts to save him. Indeed, they had foretold the inevitability of his death many months ago, though not to

him. They waited too, as all Majipoor waited, for their prophecy to be confirmed.

Prince Korsibar, the splendid and universally admired son of the Coronal Lord Confalume, was the

first of the great ones to arrive at the Pontifical capital. Korsibar had been hunting in the bleak deserts just

to the south of the Labyrinth when the news came to him that the Pontifex did not have long to live. At his

side was his sister, the dark-eyed and lovely Lady Thismet, and an assemblage of his usual princely

hunting companions; and then, a few days after, had come the Grand Admiral of the kingdom, Prince

Gonivaul, and the Coronal's cousin Duke Oljebbin of Stoienzar, whose rank was that of High Counsellor,

and not far behind them the fabulously wealthy Prince Serithorn of Samivole, who claimed descent from

no less than four different Coronals of antiquity.

The vigorous, dynamic young Prince Prestimion of Muldemar—he who was generally expected to be

chosen as Majipoor's new Coronal once Lord Confalume succeeded Prankipin as Pontifex—had arrived

also, traveling down from his home within the Coronal's castle atop great Castle Mount in Serithorn's

party. With Prestimion were his three inseparable companions—the hulking wintry-souled Gialaurys and

the deceptively exquisite Septach Melayn and slippery little Duke Svor. Other high potentates turned up

before long: Dantirya Sambail, the brusque and formidable Procurator of Ni-moya, and jolly Kanteverel

of Bailemoona, and the hierarch Marcatain, personal representative of the Lady of the Isle of Sleep. Then

Lord Confalume himself made his appearance: the great Coronal. Some said he was the greatest in

Majipoor's long history. For decades he had presided in happy collaboration with the senior monarch

Prankipin over a period of unparalleled worldwide prosperity.

So all was in place for the proclamation of succession. And the arrival of Lord Confalume at the

Labyrinth surely meant that the end must be near for Prankipin; but the event that everyone was

expecting did not come, and did not come, and went on not coming, day after day, week after week.

Of all the restless princes, it was Korsibar, the Coronal's robust and energetic son, who appeared to

be taking the delay most badly. He was a man of the outdoors, famous as a huntsman: a long-limbed,

broad-shouldered man whose lean hard-cheeked face was tanned almost black from a lifetime spent

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