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  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CONTENTS
  5. MAP
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  69. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  70. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

‘It wasn’t me,’ Dion protested. ‘It was a traitor!’

‘Who, Dion? Who was this traitor, if not you?’

‘It could only have been Peithon.’

‘Peithon?’ Nikolas grunted. He called out. ‘Peithon, where are you?’

Dion’s eyes went wide as Peithon stepped forward into the circle. The brow of his large face was curled into a scowl and his eyes were narrowed over his hooked nose. The fine tunic around his paunch was white and clean; he had taken no part in the fighting.

‘You accuse me?’ Peithon’s voice rose.

‘Peithon was in Phalesia when the attack came,’ Nikolas said. ‘Today I cannot see another member of my family killed. I may not feel the same tomorrow. Now get out of here, Dion, before I change my mind and kill you.’

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The hills swarmed with the sun king’s soldiers. The army of Xanthos blocked the pass. As night fell over a day of utter anguish, Dion went to the only place he could go.

He left the Gates of Annika and walked north, into the Wilds.

Leaving civilization behind completely, he climbed into the forested mountains and soon felt the heavy presence of trees on both sides and thick branches ahead. He crested a hill and entered a valley, with a fast-flowing river tumbling over a bed of smooth white stones.

The darkness was complete but still Dion kept walking. He followed the river until it became sluggish, with grassy banks at both sides. Entering a tranquil clearing within an almost perfect circle of surrounding evergreens, he stopped in the very center and looked up at the night sky.

Stars shimmered in the heavens, scattered pinpricks of light that clustered in strange formations. In the distance he could hear the roar of a waterfall. Something about the place calmed his ragged emotions.

Gazing at the firmament, Dion scowled up at the gods, who had all deserted him; he thought he’d come here to pray, but now the words escaped him. Who would he pray to? Aldus, the god of justice, who had caused Dion to be cursed with treachery? Helios, the sun god, whose name was uttered with supreme reverence in Ilea? Edra, the fertility goddess? Balal, the god of war? Silex, the god of the sea? Aeris, the goddess of healing?

He sank to his knees and then fell onto his back as he cursed them all, still staring up at the night’s sky.

He remembered his family giving him the gift of the bow on the beach. He tried not to, but he couldn’t stop himself thinking about his mother’s final hours. He remembered her saying goodbye to him as he sailed away, the last person standing to see him go, her hand raised.

He wished he’d known it was the last time he would see her alive.

It took a long time, but blessed sleep finally came.

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‘Dion.’

He heard his name spoken by an unfamiliar voice.