Chapters (37)
- The Diamond Throne
- Table of Contents
- Maps
- Prologue
- PART ONECimmura
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- PART TWOChyrellos
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- PART THREEDabour
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- About the Author
- The Diamond Throne
- BY THE SAME AUTHOR
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
‘You might want to look into this,’ Sparhawk said, plucking at the grass beside him. There are some foreigners going about there trying to encourage the belief that the peasantry in the Elene kingdoms in the north are on the verge of open rebellion against the Church because they support the goals of the Eshandist movement.’
‘I’ve heard some rumours about that,’ Voren said. ‘It hasn’t gone very far here in Jiroch yet.’
‘It’s just a question of time until it does, I think. It’s fairly well organized.’
‘Any idea of who’s behind it?’
‘Martel, and we all know for whom he works. The whole idea is to stir up the city dwellers to join with Arasham in an uprising against the Church here in Rendor at the same time that the Hierocracy is gathering in Chyrellos to elect a new Archprelate. The Church Knights would have to come here to put the fire out, and that would give Annias and his supporters a free hand in the election. We’ve passed the word to the militant orders, so they should be able to take steps.’ Sparhawk rose from the grass. ‘How long is your servant likely to take to run his errand?’ he asked. ‘It might be better if we were gone when he came back. He may not be too bright, but I know Rendors, and they like to gossip.’
‘I think you’ve got a little time left. Jintal’s fastest pace is a leisurely saunter. You’ll have time to eat something, and I’ll give you some fresh supplies.’
‘Is there any safe place to stay in Dabour?’ Sephrenia asked the sardonic man.
‘No place in Dabour is really safe, Sephrenia,’ Voren replied. He looked at Sparhawk. ‘Do you remember Perraine?’ he asked.
‘Lean fellow? Almost never talks?’
That’s him. He’s in Dabour posing as a cattle buyer. He goes by the name Mirrelek, and he’s got a place near the stockyards. The desert people need him – unless they want to eat all their own cows – so he has more or less the free run of the city He’ll put you up and keep you out of trouble’ Voren grinned a bit slyly ‘Speaking of trouble, Sparhawk,’ he said, ‘I’d strongly advise you to get out of Jiroch before Lillias finds out that you’re back.’
‘Is she still unhappy?’ Sparhawk said. ‘I thought that she’d have found someone to comfort her by now’
‘I’m sure she has – several, probably – but you know Lillias. She holds grudges.’
‘I left her full title to the shop,’ Sparhawk said a bit defensively ‘She should be doing very well by now if she pays attention to business.’