Chapters (45)
- Cover Page
- The Sapphire Rose
- Table of Contents
- Author’s Note:
- Prologue
- PART ONEThe Basilica
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- PART TWOThe Archprelate
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- PART THREEZemoch
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- The Sapphire Rose
- By David Eddings
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Kurik was smiling gently. ‘Well, well,’ he said to Sephrenia, ‘it looks as if Flute’s still around – and in more than just spirit – doesn’t it?’
‘So it would seem,’ she agreed, also smiling.
‘Document?’ Patriarch Emban said to Patriarch Ortzel.
‘I took the liberty of speaking for the Hierocracy,’ Ortzel confessed. ‘I gave each of my messengers a copy for King Wargun. I thought it might be all right, under the circumstances.’
‘It’s quite all right with me,’ Emban said. ‘Makova might not have liked it very much, though.’
‘I’ll apologize to him someday – if I happen to think about it. I wasn’t really sure whether any of the other messages had reached King Wargun, so I more or less briefed him on everything that’s been happening.’
It had taken a few moments for what they were saying to seep through King Wargun’s awareness. ‘Are you saying that I moved my army on the orders of one single Patriarch – who isn’t even a Thalesian?’ he roared.
‘No, Wargun,’ the huge Patriarch Bergsten said firmly. ‘I fully approve of the actions of the Patriarch of Kadach, so you moved your army on my orders. Would you like to argue with me about it?’