Chapters (42)
- Title page
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY ONE
So early? Youre going to practice the sword again, arent you? his father demanded. Youre still trying to be a knight.
He seemed genuinely angry, and Devin couldnt begin to work out why.
Would that be such a terrible thing? Devin asked tentatively.
Know your place, boy, his father spat. Youre no knight. Just a commonerlike the rest of us.
Devin bit back an angry response. He didnt have to go to work for at least an hour yet, but he knew that to stay was to risk an argument, like all the arguments that had come before it.
He stood, not even bothering to finish his meal, and walked out.
A muted sunlight hit him. Around him, most of the city was still asleep, quiet in the earliest part of the morning, even those who worked by night having returned home. It meant that Devin had most of the streets to himself as he made his way to the House of Weapons, running over the cobbles, working hard. The sooner he made it there, the more time he would have, and in any case, hed heard the sword masters there tell their students that this sort of exercise was vital if they were to have stamina in combat. Devin wasnt sure if any of them did it, but he did. He would need every skill he could gain if he was going to become a knight.
Devin continued making his way through the city, running faster, harder, still trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. Had it truly been a meeting?
The one who is to be.
What could that mean?
The day your life will change forever.
Devin looked about, as if looking for some sign, some indication of something that would change him on this day.
Yet he saw nothing other than the ordinary goings-on of the city.
Had it just been a foolish dream? A wish?
Royalsport was a place of bridges and of alleys, dark corners and strange smells. At low tide, when the river between the islands that formed it was low enough, people would walk across the riverbeds, although guards would try to manage it and make sure that none of them went to districts where they werent wanted.
The waterways between the islands formed a series of concentric circles, the wealthier parts toward its heart, protected by the layers of river beyond. There were entertainment districts and noble districts beyond that, then merchant ones, and poorer areas where anyone walking had to be careful to keep an eye on his money pouch.