Chapters (78)
- Cover
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- Title Page
- Copyright
- Exile’s Honor: Book One of Exiles of Valdemar
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Part One: Exile’s Choice
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- Part Two: The Tedrel Wars
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- Part Three: The Last Battle
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- Epilogue
- Exile’s Valor: Book Two of Exiles of Valdemar
- Dedication
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- Take a Thief: Book Three of Exiles of Valdemar
- Dedication
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- About the Author
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By the time they reached Haven, and the procession made its slow and solemn way through the city to the Palace, that pinched and overstrained look had left her. She wore her sorrow and her loss like a cloak, with grave dignity, rather than being bowed down beneath their intolerable burden.
She needed that release, for as the journey reached its end, she was about to undertake her final ordeal; the entrance to Haven marked the day of Sendar’s official funeral. Haven had been waiting too long to put it off for even one more day—and that wasn’t a bad thing. The funeral, though it would be exhausting for all concerned, especially Selenay, would put closure to everything.
They all camped overnight just outside the walls at the Royal and Home Farms, and servants from the Palace brought them all formal mourning garments, Formal Whites, Greens, and Scarlets. The line for the bathing facilities and even to use the horse troughs and pumps for a bath was a long one, and Alberich (as did many others) elected to bathe in the river instead; the faint, weedy fragrance of the river water was no match for the strong horse soap they used on themselves as well as their mounts. When they arrived at the gate of the city in the early morning, they looked as if they had all come straight from the Palace itself, and the wagons carrying tents, belongings, and a small mountain of dirty clothing had already gone up the hill, leaving only one single wagon, the one that had carried Sendar to his final rest.
The Court joined them at the first gate; the Lord Marshal, the Seneschal, and the heads of Bardic, Healers’ and Heralds’ Circles all walked with her behind the coffin, while the rest joined the riders. The coffin itself was transferred by a hand-picked group of the Guard, with great solemnity and ceremony, to a more ornate carriage used solely for state funerals before Sendar made his last journey through the streets of his capitol.
And Talamir joined them as well; Alberich was glad enough to relinquish his place at the young Queen’s side and join the rest of her bodyguards.
But Talamir did not so much ride to meet Selenay as appear. It was a very strange moment for Alberich, when the official greetings were over and suddenly, in a pause and a pocket of silence that seemed created for him, there was Talamir.
And Talamir was changed, vastly changed.