![]() Those closest to Arutha knew he paid a silent price, pain kept within, for each injury done a man who served Krondor and the Kingdom.Īrutha pushed aside his regrets and considered the victory. His gaze went from wagon to wagon, as if somehow willing himself to see the wounded men inside, as if he could communicate to them his sense of gratitude for a job well done. For those who knew him well, he was still much the same man, a competent administrator, military genius, and fiercely duty-bound man who would surrender his own life without question to save the lowest soldier under his command. 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. He let the beauty of the vista before him soothe his frustration and regret for a few moments.Īrutha still resembled the youthful man who had come to 2 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. In the distance birds sang, ignoring the aftermath of battle.Īrutha, 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. 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. INES of soldiers marched along the ridge. K r o n d o r : T e a r o f th e G o d s I Without them, Midkemia wouldn’t exist and I would have had to find another job. 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 Pyro-technix, 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.Īlso, 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. This book is the outgrowth of a lot of imaginations besides my own. 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.Īlso, to Peter Schneider, who has done far more on my behalf than he realizes. 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.Īll rights reserved. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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