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  1. Cover
  2. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  3. BY ELIZABETH MOON
  4. Dedication
  5. Dramatis Personae
  6. Map
  7. CHAPTER ONE
  8. CHAPTER TWO
  9. CHAPTER THREE
  10. CHAPTER FOUR
  11. CHAPTER FIVE
  12. CHAPTER SIX
  13. CHAPTER SEVEN
  14. CHAPTER EIGHT
  15. CHAPTER NINE
  16. CHAPTER TEN
  17. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  18. CHAPTER TWELVE
  19. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  46. CHAPTER FORTY
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  54. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  55. extras
  56. about the author
  57. if you enjoyedLIMITS OF POWER
  58. CHAPTER 1
  59. CHAPTER 2

“Sleep in peace,” she said, and stepped back. Tears blinded her for a moment. Peace. Here. In this place. While out in the orchard, under the last row of trees, the ones she herself had killed lay buried. And yet it was peace for these. Maybe someday for all.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

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The king’s progress

Mikeli rode through the forest that lay between Harway and Duke Verrakai’s residence, glad of the cool shade and the lack of crowds along the way. The discovery of Camwyn’s magery had ended all hope that this royal progress would be a pleasant break from his duties in Vérella and a chance to know his realm better. With another mage in the family—his own brother—nothing would ever be simple again. So far, High Marshal Seklis had not seemed to notice anything, but the older man was not a fool. He would have to be told, and soon. Mikeli hoped to talk to Dorrin first; perhaps she could reassure him that he had none of his younger brother’s magery.

Here, with no reason to insist on the king’s precedence, he called Camwyn up to ride beside him, stirrup to stirrup. Lost in his thoughts, he rode on. When he glanced toward his brother again, Cam was sitting facing backward like some farmer’s brat on a plough horse headed home. Anger swelled.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Mikeli said in the exact tone he remembered from his father. He reached over, took the reins Cam had dropped, and moved his leg away from his own mount.

“It’s easier to talk to Aris this way, and the horses haven’t spooked for—” At the touch of Mikeli’s spur, Camwyn’s horse shied, rump swinging wide; Cam grabbed for the cantle of his saddle and then looked at Mikeli. “You did that!” he said.

“Yes. Because if there is anyone in these woods with evil intent, a foolish prince sitting backward with the reins loose would be too tempting to miss. Turn around.”

Cam turned around again; Mikeli handed him the reins. Camwyn said nothing, but the flush on his cheeks wasn’t from the sun. Good. Maybe Cam wouldn’t do anything else dangerous or annoying until they reached Verrakai House. He hoped the duke had allowed Beclan to stay for the official arrival.

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Camwyn ignored the grins passed between the nearest Royal Guard troopers at Mikeli’s scolding. At least he hadn’t fallen off, and so far Mikeli hadn’t told High Marshal Seklis about his magery. He looked ahead, catching a glimpse of open meadow and a great stone house in the distance; then the forest ended at the edge of a water meadow where the Duke was waiting for them.