By C. J. Cherryh
Two fantastic allies have emerged to assist the embattled ruler in a fight he must win: Cefwyn's younger sons. Aewyn Marhanen is the prince destined to rule. Aewyn's half-brother, Elfwyn Aswydd—the bastard son of the king and the sorceress Tarien Aswydd—has spent years blind to his parentage, but now it's his time to emerge and declare the proficient birthright he is been denied for thus long.
But a dismal, sinister magic has crept just about the younger guy and seized carry of the dominion. not anything is because it turns out, because the bonds of kinfolk pressure opposed to the strong forces that will see them undone—and the conflict is joined to unmask and spoil the malevolence that threatens to unhinge the king's peaceable and fragile reign.
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Your mother’s dual sister,” the outdated guy acknowledged. “Entombed under the reduce corridor, close to the hang-out, correct underneath her criminal. ” Now the hearth couldn't aid the chilly. He thought of the undesirable feeling in that little stairway that went nowhere, where the hang-out had flung him. “She’s long past, too, correct together with your mom. Her tomb burst open and there has been not anything inside of, now not even bones. They’re either fled to the winds. ” “Why should still i think you? ” he cried, relocating away and scrambling to his ft, and Emuin unwound like a serpent, emerging like a miles more youthful guy and towering over him like a shadow ahead of the hearth, among him and his dozing brother.
She’s useless. yet her identify was once Orien. Orien Aswydd. ” A second of silence. Aewyn tucked his coat the extra tightly approximately him, the sour wind skirling up a skein of sparks. “She’d be Elfwyn’s aunt, wouldn’t she? Does Elfwyn find out about her? ” “I don’t know,” he stated. “Paisi’s gran definitely does. So does Paisi. So does all people in Henas’amef and 1/2 Ylesuin, for that subject, who have been alive in these years. One simply doesn’t converse of sorcerers. It’s undesirable success. So, no, I don’t understand in the event that your brother does understand in any respect.
You've got your mother’s glance approximately you. ” “My mom is Ninévrisë, the woman Regent of Elwynor, Queen of Ylesuin…” “All those things,” the previous guy acknowledged, “and my daughter. an outstanding daughter, she is. Are you an exceptional and sincere son? i believe you're. ” “My mother’s father is dead,” he acknowledged, and that used to be conversations with the lifeless in a question of moments, that can be too many for defense. He regarded approximately to work out the place Paisi’s gran used to be, and if she had recommendation for him; yet she was once long past, and the previous guy laid a hand on his shoulder, sending heat via him.
We would cease on the smith’s and get him to bend that hinge. Our hammer can’t do it. We’re taking it alongside. ” “Ye can deliver a number of apples,” Gran acknowledged, “an’ there should be muffins. ” “Apples, indeed,” he stated, feeling larger in regards to the enterprise, and went outdoor. Paisi used to be winding up saddling Feiny, within the form of mild, blowing snow that may come from the heavens or off the thatch, and he helped, and fixed up. Paisi and he rode out the gate, as earlier than, and down the line. Carts had handed, the day gone by, marketplace certain, and are available again back.
He considered Paisi, afield in this sour evening, and was hoping he was once hotter than this and in higher corporation. He was hoping Aewyn was once correct, that Brother Trassin used to be in no reliable grace with the king. He actually was hoping so. Efanor himself either scared him and comforted him—he was once nearly definite of his goodwill, yet had no longer particularly warmed to him—Efanor being a really quiet, very considerate guy. He used to be blissful a minimum of the day had ended along with his father understanding the reality, and Efanor attempting to patch issues, and Her Majesty on his facet.