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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:But he said himself he could be bought!: Kantor protested—then stopped. :And he said that once he was bought, he stayed bought. Didn’t he.:
:That was exactly what he said,: Alberich replied. :I think he could be a valuable agent. More valuable alive and working for us, than in prison. If we could even find something to charge him with. Which I doubt.:
:Emotionally, I don’t like it,: Kantor replied unhappily. :But logically—you’re right. He’s an amoral beast, but better he’s been bought by us. At least then we can control him.:
:As much as such a one is ever controlled,: Alberich finished. And sighed. :And this assumes that his patron—whoever that is—loses interest in him. If he’s the sort who stays bought, we’ll never get him otherwise.:
:Good,: Kantor said firmly. :I’d rather we didn’t. I’d rather we could have him thrown in jail.:
:Which we can’t, because he hasn’t done anything wrong,: Alberich pointed out. :All he’s done that we know of is to give the Prince lessons on how to woo and win the Queen. Which is hardly illegal. And we can’t even prove that he did that much, really, not to satisfy a law court. But oh, how I wish he hadn’t been here tonight!:
:I know exactly what you mean,: Kantor said glumly.
* * *
Karathanelan might have been an arrogant, self-centered beast, but apparently he was bright enough to know when he was getting good advice.
He was also phenomenally lucky.
Because the next day, the very next day, word came from Rethwellan that his father, the King, was dead.
Now, that might not have been thought of as luck, except that word also came from Rethwellan that the King had already been buried, that Karath’s presence was not required at home, and that, in fact, his brother the new King, Faramentha, suggested strongly that he should remain in Valdemar at the side of his new bride and do his mourning in private.
Even while the Rethwellan Embassy was being swathed in black, Karath hurried to the Palace, and in full view of everyone as Selenay herself was hearing the news, flung himself weeping at her feet.
Selenay canceled the rest of her audiences that day, and took him with her back to her chambers. Alberich could not know, of course, what the Prince told her, aside from the “script” that Norris had provided for him, but he could guess. What would appeal to Selenay more, than to have her beloved husband suddenly bereft of his own father?