Chapters (56)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- CONTENTS
- MAP
- CHARACTERS MONARCHIES
- I don’t know…
- PART I Wizr
- CHAPTER ONE Chandleer Oasis
- CHAPTER TWO Lord of the Distant Isles
- CHAPTER THREE Zenana
- CHAPTER FOUR Elwis
- I think the…
- CHAPTER FIVE Disciple
- CHAPTER SIX Deep Fathoms Beckons
- CHAPTER SEVEN Dundrennan
- CHAPTER EIGHT The Ring Table
- My mind is…
- CHAPTER NINE Turandokht
- CHAPTER TEN Upon the Feast of St. Benedick
- CHAPTER ELEVEN Mortain Falls
- PART II Knights
- CHAPTER TWELVE Genevar
- I must get…
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN The Breaking
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN Defending Ploemeur
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN Wreckage
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN Revenge
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN The Fault Staff
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The Greatest Power
- CHAPTER NINETEEN The Forbidden Court
- I’ve discovered my…
- CHAPTER TWENTY Zenana
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE The High Tower
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Threat and Mate
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Midnight
- I made it…
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Scattered
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE The King’s Defense
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Trapping the Boar
- I joined the…
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Dundrennan
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Prisoner
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Lost
- CHAPTER THIRTY Rage
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Battle of the Kings
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Vengeance
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE The King’s Champion
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Submission
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE The Uncrowned King
- The war in…
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Reunited
- EPILOGUE Into the Deep Fathoms
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
“I must bear the loss as best I can,” Trynne said. “But I would caution you against seeking revenge. I need you to help me fight a war, my friend.” She went to the table and pulled him with her. Unfurling one of the maps, she pointed along the coast. “I’ve ordered the fleet to patrol these waters. I’ve set up riders to relay messages back to the king along the main roads here, and also here to alert Occitania. Westmarch is close and can be ready quickly to come to our aid. So can the army of Pree. Fallon said that Dundrennan will come, but that’s much farther away.” Her finger glided to that spot on the map, her heart tightening at the thought.
“Duke Fallon means well,” Staeli said with a nod. “I encountered him and his hunter on the way here.”
Trynne looked up from the map, her nose wrinkling. “He was alone.”
Staeli sniffed, shaking his head. “No, he was with a hunter from Dundrennan. I recognized the lad, although he’s older now. I fought with your father and Captain Ashby at the battle that deposed Severn Argentine. The lad is in his thirties now, a man grown. Carrick. He’s Fountain-blessed. The lad is famous for his tracking.”
A feeling of dread opened inside Trynne’s chest. Both she and the captain knew what mission had brought Carrick to Brythonica in the past. He had been sent to search the grove where her father had disappeared—to no avail.
“Where did you see them?” she asked, her voice suddenly hoarse.
“They were leaving the road that cuts through the woods with the grove,” Staeli said, folding his arms. “I take it they didn’t have your permission to be there.”
Unfolding his arms, he stretched out his hand and tapped his finger on the forest that held the magic bowl and the stone altar. It was labeled as a royal hunting wood on the map. There was no other marking to give it significance, but of course the captain didn’t need to be told. Her father had assigned him to be protector of Brythonica—and the grove—should anything happen to him. While she didn’t like to think of it, the captain wore the ring that went with the station.
The one that had been found on her father’s severed hand.
I must get…