David Farland - Runelords 2 - Brotherhood Of The Wolf

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Brotherhood of the Wolf
PROLOGUE
The week of Hostenfest began with a festive air at the Castle at Tal
Rimmon in northern Mystarria.
On the first morning of Hostenfest, the spirit of the Earth King came
as usual. Fathers and mothers took delight in heaping gifts of food for
their children onto kitchen tables, honeycomb dripping in sweet piles, the
small brown spotted tangerines common to Mystarria, almonds roasted in
butter, sweet grapes fresh from the vine and still wet from the morning
dew. All of these represented the bounteous gifts that the Earth King would
bestow upon those who loved the land, "the fruits of the forest and of the
field."
And on that same first dawn of Hostenfest, the children rose and
anxiously ran to the hearth. There mothers had left their daughters dolls
woven of straw and dry wild flowers, or perhaps a box with a yellow kitten
in it; and there young boys might find bows carved of ash, or finely
embroidered woolen cloaks to help warm them through the coming winter.
So the children's joy was full, and the week of Hostenfest came to Tal
Rimmon under skies so warm and blue that they belied the coming of autumn.
Summer is forever, those skies promised. No wind shook the forested
hills around the castle.
And if during the second day of Hostenfest, parents spoke in hushed
tones of a fortress that had fallen, few children took note. Tal Dur was
far to the west, after all, and Duke Paladane, the Huntsman, who served as
regent while the King was away, would be swift to repel the armies of
Indhopal.
Besides, it was still a season of joy, and reminders were everywhere.
New herbs were strewn on the floors: meadowsweet, pennyroyal, lavender, or
rose. The icons of the Earth King were still in place beside every doorway
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and window, inviting the Earth King into the people's homes. It had been
nearly two thousand years since an Earth King had risen to lead mankind.
The old images carved of wood showed him in his green traveling robes with
his staff in his hand, a crown of oak leaves woven into his hair while
rabbits and foxes played at his feet.
The icons were meant to serve only as a reminder that an Earth King had
once come. Yet on that day, some old women approached their icons and
whispered, as if to the Earth King himself, "May the Earth protect us."
Few children noticed.
And later that evening, when a rider said that far to the north in
Heredon a new Earth King had indeed arisen, and that the name of that Earth
King was Gaborn Val Orden of Mystarria, the people of Tal Rimmon erupted in
jubilant celebration.
What did it matter if the same messenger bore dire news of lords
slaughtered in far places, of the troops of the Wolf Lord Raj Ahten
striking all through the kingdoms of Rofehavan? What did it matter that
Gaborn's own father, old King Mendellas Val Orden, had fallen in battle?
A new Earth King had arisen, after all, and of all the wonders, he was
Mystarria's own sovereign.
Such news filled the young ones with unaccountable pride, while the
elders looked at one another knowingly and whispered, "It will be a long
winter."
Immediately the smiths around Tal Rimmon went to work forging swords
and warhammers, shields and armor for man and horse. The Marquis Broonhurst
and the other local lords all rode back to the castle early from the autumn
hunt. In the Marquis's Great Hall they argued for long hours about the
portent of dispatches--the dark tidings of sorcerous attacks, of the
movements of enemy troops, of Duke Paladane's call to prepare for battle.
Few children noticed. As yet their joy was undiminished. But on that
day it seemed a shift in the air brought an indefinable sense of urgency
and excitement.
All week long, the young men of Tal Rimmon had been preparing for the
tournaments that accompanied the end of Hostenfest. But now the boys who
prepared to fight suddenly had a feral gleam in their eyes. And at midweek,
when the first rounds began, those who jousted or took part in mock combat
attacked their opponents with abnormal ferocity: For now they did not seek
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to win honor only among themselves, but fought for the right to someday
ride into battle with the Earth King himself.
The Marquis noted the change, and when he told his lords, time and
again, "It is a good crop this year, the best I've ever seen," he was not
speaking of apples.
At midweek the skies darkened, and an afternoon thunderstorm flashed
above Tal Rimmon and shook the city. Many of the local children huddled
abed with their mothers and fathers, safe beneath their quilts. That night,
five hundred powerful Runelords rode from the east, answering Duke
Paladane's summons to defend Carris, the largest castle in western
Mystarria. For the latest reports said that the Wolf Lord, who had been
retreating toward his homeland in Indhopal, had suddenly struck south
toward the heart of Mystarria.
The Marquis Broonhurst could not sleep with so many lords with his
troops, so he had many of them wait out the storm in his Great Hall or in
the hostels just outside the castle proper: There the lords and knights
argued long and forcefully about how to repel the impending invasion.
Raj Ahten's troops had taken three border fortresses already. Worse, he
had taken endowments from perhaps twenty thousand people. He had taken to
himself their strength, wit, stamina, and grace, turning himself into such
a fierce warrior that none could best him in battle. He sought to become
the Sum of All Men, a being that old stories said would be immortal. Some
feared even now that he could not be killed.
Worse, he had taken so many endowments of glamour that his beauty
outshone the sun. Hundreds of miles north in Heredon, when his troops
besieged Castle Sylvarresta, King Sylvarresta's people had taken one look
at Raj Ahten's face and thrown their weapons over the castle walls,
welcoming him as their new lord. And at Longmot, it was said that Raj Ahten
had used the tremendous power of his Voice to shatter the stone of the
castle walls, as a songmaster might shatter crystal.
It was nearly dawn when Raj Ahten struck Tal Rimmon.
He came pulling a handcart filled with onions, a battered cloak pulled
low over his forehead to keep out the night's rain. The guards at the
castle gates paid him little notice, for other peasants had also brought
their carts to the gates. They stood sheltered from the rain beneath the
eaves of a weaver's shop.
Raj Ahten began to sing a song that was not words, but instead a low
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throaty moan of incredible volume, a sound that made the stone walls of Tal
Rimmon hum at first, and that made the bones of a man's inner ear vibrate
as if a hornet were trapped within his skull.
The gatekeepers swore and drew weapons. The few farmers near Raj Ahten
grasped their heads in pain as his song began to slowly shatter their
skulls. They dropped unconscious before they died
Within seconds the stone of Tal Rimmon's towers began to shiver
violently. Bits of stone flaked away as if artillery battered the walls.
In moments the castle's battlements trembled, heaved, and then toppled,
as if struck by a mighty fist.
Raj Ahten stood in his ragged cloak and lifted his voice high, until
the Marquis's towers collapsed in on themselves and his Great Hall fell in
a protest of screaming timbers.
The Runelords within those edifices were crushed under stones. Broken
oil lamps spilled their contents into the timbers and tapestries, setting
much of the castle aflame.
No common man could approach Raj Ahten without being slain. Two
Runelords had enough endowments of stamina to withstand his Voice. But when
they charged from the ruins of a hostel and tried to draw steel upon him,
Raj Ahten drew his own dagger in a blur and spilled their guts.
Once the castle and most of the buildings in the market were down, Raj
Ahten turned and fled down dark city streets, into the shadows.
Moments later, he reached his own Imperial warhorse, tied behind a
farmer's barn at the foot of a low hill. Two dozen of his Invincibles had
gathered there in the darkness, waiting for his return.
A flameweaver named Rahjim sat upon a black horse and gazed hungrily
toward the ruins of Tal Rimmon, toward the sheets of flame twisting up into
the sky. This was the third castle his master had destroyed in a single
night. He breathed rapidly in excitement, vapors of smoke issuing from his
mouth, an unnatural light gleaming in his eyes. He had no hair, even on his
eyebrows. "Where to now, O Great Light?" the flameweaver asked.
As Raj Ahten drew near, he felt the dry heat of the creature's skin.
"Now we ride to Carris," Raj Ahten answered.
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"Not to the Courts of Tide?" the flameweaver pleaded. "We could destroy
their capitol before their lords ever learn of the danger!"
"Carris," Raj Ahten said more firmly, determined to resist the
flameweaver's arguments. He did not wish to raze all of Mystarria yet.
Mystarria's king was still safely secluded far to the north in Heredon,
holed up deep within the Dunnwood, protected by the spirits of his
ancestors.
"To strike down the capitol at the Courts of Tide would be a fell
stroke," Rahjim urged.
"I shall not attack it," Raj Ahten whispered in a deadly tone. "The boy
will not come if I leave him nothing to save.
Raj Ahten leapt onto the back of his warhorse, but for a long moment he
did not ride for Carris. Tal Rimmon could be seen bright as day beneath
columns of fire lit smoke.
Distantly, people screamed and tried to throw water upon their burning
homes or to pull the fallen from beneath collapsed buildings. He could hear
the children crying.
Raj Athen watched the city burn while reflected flames danced in his
dark eyes.
BOOK 6
DAY 30 IN THE MONTH OF HARVEST
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Brotherhood of the Wolf
A DAY OF CHOICES
CHAPTER 1
THE VOICES OF MICE
As King Gaborn Val Orden rode toward Castle Sylvarresta on the last day
of Hostenfest, the day of the great feast, he reined in his horse and
peered up the Durkin Hills Road.
Here the trees of the Dunnwood had been cleared back from the road,
three miles from town. The sun was just rising, casting a sliver of silver
light over the hills to the east, and the shadows of leafless oaks blotted
the road ahead.
Yet in a patch of morning sun around the bend, Gaborn spotted three
large hares. One hare seemed to be on guard, for it peered up the road,
ears perked, while another nibbled at sweet golden melilot that grew at the
margin of the road. The third just hopped about stupidly, sniffing at
freshly fallen leaves of brown and gold.
Though the hares were over a hundred yards distant, the scene looked
preternaturally clear to Gaborn. After having been underground in the
darkness for the past three days, his senses seemed invigorated. The light
appeared brighter than ever before, the early morning birdsong came clearer
to his ears. Even the way the cool dawn winds swept down from the hills and
played across his face seemed new and different.
"Wait," Gaborn whispered to the wizard Binnesman. He reached behind his
back, untied his bow and quiver from his saddle. He gave a warning glance
to his Days, the skeletal scholar who had followed him since his childhood,
bidding the Days to stay behind.
The three were alone on the road. Sir Borenson was following some
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distance behind them, bearing his trophy from the Hostenfest hunt, but
Gaborn had been in a hurry to get home to his new wife.
Binnesman frowned. "A rabbit, sire? You're the Earth King. What will
people say?"
"Shhh," Gaborn whispered. He reached into his quiver, pulled his last
arrow, but then paused. Binnesman was right. Gaborn was the Earth King, and
it seemed fitting that he should bring down a fine boar. Sir Borenson had
slain a reaver mage, and was dragging its head into town.
For two thousand years, the people of Rofehavan had looked forward to
the coming of an Earth King. Each year during the seventh day of
Hostenfest, this last day of the celebration, the day of the great feast,
served as a reminder of the promise of the Earth King who would bless his
people with all "the fruits of the forest and of the field."
Last week the Earth Spirit had crowned Gaborn, and charged him to save
a seed of humanity through the dark times to come.
He'd fought long and hard these past three days, and the reaver's head
belonged as much to Gaborn and Binnesman as it did to Sir Borenson.
Still, if Gaborn brought in nothing more than a single hare for the
great feast, he could imagine how the mummers and puppet-masters would
ridicule him.
He braced himself for the mummers scorn and leapt lightly from his
charger, whispering "Stand" to the beast. It was a force horse, his fine
hunter, with runes of wit branded along its neck. It stared at him
knowingly, perfectly silent, while Gaborn put the lower wing of his bow on
the ground, stuck a leg between the bow and the string, then bent the bow
and pulled the upper end of the string tight into its nock.
With the bow strung, he took his last arrow, inspected the gray goose
quills, and then nocked the arrow.
He crept forward, staying low along the brushy side of the road.
Wizard's violet grew tall here by the roadside, its flowers a dark purple.
When he rounded the corner, the hares would be in full sunlight. So
long as he stayed in the shadows, they'd not be likely to see him; if he
remained silent, they'd not hear him; and while the wind blew in his face,
they'd not smell him.
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Glancing back, Gaborn saw that his Days and Binnesman remained on their
mounts.
He began stalking down the muddy road.
Yet he felt nervous, more nervous than mere hunting jitters could
account for. He sensed a vague apprehension dawning. Among the newfound
powers that the Earth had granted him, Gaborn could sense danger around
those people he'd Chosen.
Only a week ago; he'd felt death stalk his father, but he'd been unable
to stop it. Last night, however, that same overpowering sense had enabled
him to avoid disaster when the reavers staged an ambush in the Underworld.
He felt danger now, but vaguely, distantly. Death was stalking him, as
surely as he stalked these rabbits.
The only weakness of this newfound power was that he could not know the
source of the danger. It could be anything: a crazed vassal, a boar lurking
in the underbrush.
Yet Gaborn suspected Raj Ahten, the Wolf Lord of Indhopal, the man who
had slain Gaborn's father.
Riders on force horses had brought word from Mystarria that in Gaborn's
homeland, Raj Ahten's troops had taken three castles by subterfuge just
before Hostenfest.
Gaborn's great-uncle, Duke Paladane, had marshaled troops to contain
the problem. Paladane was an old lord, a master strategist with several
endowments of wit. Gaborn's father had trusted him implicitly, and had
often sent him out on campaigns to track down criminals or to humble
haughty lords. Because of his success, he was called the "Huntsman" by
some, the "Hound" by others. He was feared throughout Rofehavan; if any man
could match wits with Raj Ahten, it was Paladane. Surely Raj Ahten could
not march his troops north, risk the wights of the Dunnwood.
Yet danger approached, Gaborn felt certain. He placed his feet
carefully on the dry mud of the road, moved as silently as a wraith.
But when he reached the bend in the road, the hares had left. He heard
a rustling in the grass by the roadside, but it was only mice stirring,
scampering about under dry leaves.
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He stood a moment wondering what had happened. Ah, Earth, he said in
his thoughts, addressing the Power he served. Could you not at least send a
stag from the forest?
But no voice answered. None ever did.
Moments later, Binnesman and the Days came trotting up the road. The
Days bore the reins of Gaborn's dun colored mare.
"The hares are skittish today, it seems," Binnesman said. He smiled
slyly, as if pleased. The morning light accentuated the creases in the
wizard's face and brought out the russet hues of his robes. A week ago,
Binnesman had given part of his life to summon a wylde, a creature strong
in the earth powers. Before that, Binnesman's hair had been brown, and his
robes the green of a leaf in summer. Now his robes had changed color, and
the fellow seemed to Gaborn to have aged decades in the past few days.
Worse yet, the wylde he'd sought to summon had vanished.
"Aye, the hares are skittish," Gaborn answered suspiciously. As an
Earth Warden, Binnesman sought to serve the Earth, and claimed that he
cared as much about mice and snakes as he did mankind. Gaborn wondered if
the wizard had warned the hares off with some spell, or perhaps something
as simple as a wave of the hand. "More than a little skittish, I'd say."
Gaborn swung up into his saddle but kept his bow, strung and his arrow
nocked. They were close to the city, but he imagined that he still might
see a stag by the roadside, some enormous old grandfather with a rack as
big as his arm span, come down out of the mountains to eat one sweet apple
from a farmer's orchard before it died.
Gaborn glanced over at Binnesman. He still wore that secretive grin,
yet Gaborn could not tell if it was a. sly expression or a worried smile.
"You're happy that I missed the hares?" Gaborn ventured.
"You'd not have been pleased with them, milord," Binnesman said. "My
father was an innkeeper. He used to say, `A man with fickle innards is
never pleased.' "
"Meaning?" Gaborn said.
"Choose your quarry, milord," Binnesman answered. "If you are hunting
reavers, it's silly to go chasing after hares. You wouldn't allow your
hounds to do it. Neither should you." "Ah," Gaborn said, wondering if the
wizard meant more than he said.
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"Besides, the reavers proved a harder match than any of us had
bargained for."
Bitterly, Gaborn realized that Binnesman was right. Despite the powers
of Gaborn and Binnesman combined, forty-one strong knights had died
fighting the reavers. Besides Gaborn, Binnesman, and Sir Borenson, only
nine others had made it from the ruins alive. It had been a bitter
struggle. The nine were back with Borenson now, dragging the reaver mage's
head to town, opting to stay with their trophy.
Gaborn changed the subject. "I didn't know that wizards had fathers,"
he teased. "Tell me more about yours."
"It was long ago," Binnesman said. "I don't remember him much. In fact,
I think I just told you everything I recall about him."
"Certainly you recall more than that," Gaborn chided. "The more I know
you, the more I know not to believe anything you say." He didn't know how
many hundred years the wizard had lived, but he suspected that Binnesman
must have a story or two.
"You are right, milord," Binnesman said. "I don't have a father. Like
all Earth Wardens, I was born of the Earth. I was but a creature that
someone sculpted of mud, till I formed this flesh for myself of my own
will." Binnesman arched an eyebrow mysteriously.
Gaborn glanced at the wizard, and for just a moment, he had the nagging
suspicion that Binnesman spoke more truly than he pretended.
Then the moment passed and Gaborn laughed. "You are such a liar! I
swear, you invented the art!"
Binnesman laughed in turn. "No, tis a fine skill, but I did not invent
it. I merely seek to perfect it."
At that moment, a force horse came thundering along the road from the
south. It was a fast horse, with three or four endowments of metabolism, a
white charger that flashed in the sunlight as it moved between shadows and
trees. Its rider wore the livery of Mystarria, the image of the green man
upon a blue field.
Gaborn reined in his horse and waited. He'd felt danger. Now he feared
the courier's news.
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BrotherhoodoftheWolfPROLOGUETheweekofHostenfestbeganwithafestiveairattheCastleatTalRimmoninnorthernMystarria.OnthefirstmorningofHostenfest,thespiritoftheEarthKingcameasusual.Fathersandmotherstookdelightinheapinggiftsoffoodfor heirchildrenontokitchentables,honeycombdrippinginsweetpiles,thesmallbr...

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