Silverthorn (Riftware Sage Book 2)

When he was seated, his simple gold circlet of office upon his brow and his purple mantle upon his shoulders, Lyam said, “We are pleased to be home.”

 

 

The Master of Ceremonies struck the floor again and the herald shouted out Arutha’s name. Arutha entered the hall, Carline and Anita behind him, and Martin behind them, as protocol dictated. Each was announced in order. When all were in place at Lyam’s side, the King motioned to Arutha.

 

Arutha came to his side and leaned over. “Did you ask her?” said the King.

 

With a lopsided smile Arutha responded, “Ask her what?”

 

Lyam grinned. “To marry, jackanapes. Of course you did, and from that sloppy smile, she said yes,” he whispered. “Go get back in place and I’ll make the announcement in a moment.” Arutha went back to Anita’s side and Lyam motioned Duke Caldric over. “We are weary, my lord Chancellor. We would be pleased to keep the day’s business brief.”

 

“There are two matters I judge require Your Majesty’s attention this day. The balance may wait.”

 

Lyam indicated that Caldric should proceed. “First, from the Border Barons and Duke Vandros of Yabon, we have reports of unusual goblin activity in the Western Realm.”

 

Arutha’s attention was drawn from Anita at this. The Western Realm was his to govern. Lyam looked over toward him, then Martin, indicating they should attend.

 

Martin said, “What of Crydee, my lord?”

 

Caldric said, “No word from the Far Coast, Your Grace. At this time we’ve only reports from the area between Highcastle to the east and the Lake of the Sky to the west—steady sightings of goblin bands moving northward, and occasional raids as they pass villages.”

 

“Northward?” Martin glanced at Arutha.

 

Arutha said, “With Your Majesty’s permission?” Lyam nodded. “Martin, do you think the goblins move to join the Brotherhood of the Dark Path?”

 

Martin considered. “I would not dismiss such a possibility. The goblins have long served the moredhel. Though I would have thought it more likely the Dark Brothers would be moving south, returning to their homes in the Grey Tower Mountains.” The dark cousins to the elves had been driven northward from the Grey Towers by the Tsurani invasion during the Riftwar. Martin said to Caldric, “My lord, have there been reportings of the Dark Brotherhood?”

 

Caldric shook his head. “There have been the usual sightings along the foothills of the Teeth of the World, Duke Martin, but nothing extraordinary. Lords Northwarden, Ironpass, and Highcastle send their usual reports, nothing more, regarding the Brotherhood.”

 

Lyam said, “Arutha, we shall leave it to you and Martin to review these reports and determine what may be required in the West.” He looked at Caldric. “What else, my lord?”

 

“A message from the Empress of Great Kesh, Your Majesty.”

 

“And what has Kesh to say to Isles?”

 

“The Empress has ordered her ambassador, one Abdur Rachman Memo Hazara-Khan, to Isles for the purpose of discussing ending whatever contention may exist between Kesh and Isles.”

 

Lyam said, “That news pleases us, my lord. Overlong has the issue of the Vale of Dreams prevented our Kingdom and Great Kesh from treating fairly with one another in other matters. It would prove doubly beneficial to our two nations if we could settle this matter for all time.” Lyam stood. “But send word that His Excellency will have to attend us in Krondor, for we have a wedding to celebrate.

 

“My lords and ladies of the court, it is with profound pleasure that we announce the forthcoming wedding of our brother Arutha to the Princess Anita.” The King turned to Arutha and Anita, taking them each by the hand and presenting them to the assembled court, who applauded the announcement.

 

From where she stood next to her brothers, Carline threw Laurie a dark frown, went to kiss Anita’s cheek. While good cheer reigned in the hall, Lyam said, “This day’s business is at an end.”

 

 

 

 

 

TWO - Krondor

 

 

The city slumbered.

 

A mantle of heavy fog had rolled in off the Bitter Sea, enshrouding Krondor in dense whiteness. The capital of the Western Realm of the Kingdom never rested, but normal night sounds were muffled by the nearly impenetrable haze cloaking the movements of those still traveling the streets. Everything seemed more subdued, less strident than usual, almost as if the city were at peace with itself.