The throne of Krondor ten years before, though lines around his eyes and a small scattering of gray through his otherwise black hair revealed the toll rulership had taken on him. Arutha still resembled the youthful man who had come to INES
He let the beauty of the vista before him soothe his frustration and regret for a few moments. The fighting had been blessedly short but bloody, and while casualties were lighter than anticipated, he still hated to lose even one soldier under his command. Arutha, Prince of Krondor and ruler of the Western Realm of the Kingdom of the Isles, sat on his horse, taking a moment to enjoy the majesty of the sunrise and the serenade of the birds as he watched his men heading home. In the distance birds sang, ignoring the aftermath of battle. The rising sun streamed through the haze, orange and pale gold, lances of color in an otherwise gray morning. Clouds of dust rose from the trail as wheels rolled and boots tramped toward home, the fine powder mixing with the acrid smoke from campfires as they were extinguished. The baggage train had been broken into two segments, the first of which was now departing with the wounded and the dead who would be cremated with honors back in Krondor. Without them, Midkemia wouldn’t exist and I would have had to find another job.ĪBOUT THE AUTHOR CREDITS ABOUT THE PUBLISHER
Also, and as usual, I stand in debt to the imagination and creative support given me by the usual suspects, also known as the Friday Nighters. I am indebted to the following people: John Cutter, Neal Halford, Bill Maxwell, Andy Ashcraft, Josh Kulp, Craig Bollan, and Erik Wycheck at Dynamix, 7th Level, and Pyrotechnix, for creating interesting characters and situations for the games, Betrayal at Krondor and Return to Krondor, which provided characters, situations, and ideas that coalesced into this novel. This book is the outgrowth of a lot of imaginations besides my own. Also, to Peter Schneider, who has done far more on my behalf than he realizes. This book is dedicated to all the editors who have put up with, inspired, corrected, and aided me, to the ends of improving the work and making me look good: Adrian Zackheim, Nick Austin, Pat LoBrutto, Janna Silverstein, Malcolm Edwards, and my current guides, Jennifer Brehl and Jane Johnson. Feist asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of either the author or the publisher. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Feist Magician Silverthorn A Darkness at Sethanon Faerie Tale Prince of the Blood The King’s Buccaneer Shadow of a Dark Queen Rise of a Merchant Prince Rage of a Demon King Shards of a Broken Crown Krondor: The Betrayal With Janny Wurts Daughter of the Empire Servant of the Empire Mistress of the Empire
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