Gonji: The Soul Within the Steel. T. C. Rypel

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      WHAT HAS

       GONE BEFORE...

      It is the sixteenth century in Central Europe. A time when sorcerous power, enchanted men, and the haunting things of darkness are receding to the fringes of human concern as men become increasingly urbanized and enlightened. Belief in the eldritch things wanes, but like a dying beast that rears its head for a last plunge at its conqueror, the powers of darkness combine for a final onslaught on a microcosm of humanity.

      A half-breed samurai named Gonji Sabatake, son of a powerful Japanese daimyo but cast by circumstances in the role of an itinerant ronin, a landless wanderer, travels through Europe in search of the legendary Deathwind, the Beast with the Soul of a Man. He encounters primal horrors in the dreaded Carpathians, then rescues and joins a company of mercenaries in the employ of a mysterious nomadic king, Klann the Invincible. The king’s origin and purpose are cloaked in half-understood tales and legends; few can claim to ever having seen him, though they pledge him their undying loyalty.

      Riding with the 3rd Royalist Free Company for a space of days, Gonji learns much of the strange wandering army and its erratic and evil sorcerer, Mord. He grows disgusted with the apparently meaningless outrages he helps them perpetrate and soon falls into disfavor. Gonji is ultimately forced to flee the company after a deadly clash.

      Doubling back to a scene of earlier carnage, the samurai is charged by a horribly disfigured priest to convey a message to someone named Simon Sardonis, whom he will find in the city of Vedun. Attacked by a wyvern, a vile flying beast, he is shamed beyond words by his panicked flight. He commits himself to its eventual destruction.

      Bringing with him the body of a boy beaten to death in the forest by mercenaries in Klann’s hire, Gonji enters the ancient walled city of Vedun, a citadel perched on a Carpathian plateau-aerie. He finds the city already occupied by Klann’s army, the magnificent castle of the Lord Protector of the province, Baron Rorka, successfully breached by Klann in a single night’s siege.

      Gonji learns that the dead boy was the brother of an important council member, Michael Benedetto, and thus becomes immersed in political intrigue from the outset. Although initially uncommitted to either side, he gradually comes to side with the citizens, who are divided over a course of action. The pacifist faction is led by the Council Elder, Flavio; the militants, by the volatile guildsman Phlegor and a fiery, iron-willed prophetess named Tralayn.

      As enmity between Gonji and Klann’s forces, human and inhuman, increases, so dawns his affection for the city and some of its inhabitants, notably, the blacksmith Garth Gundersen and one of his sons, Wilfred. A lovely deaf-mute girl named Helena becomes enamored of him; and he, in turn, of Michael Benedetto’s wife, Lydia.

      Through a series of wild adventures and curious circumstances, the half-breed oriental swiftly rises to a position of influence in the city, though it is, to be sure, a tenuous position, weakened by distrust and bigotry. In a fit of pique, obeying the dictates of his moody disposition and the cry of his empty purse, he hires on as a spy for Klann with Captain Julian Kel’Tekeli, whom he has come to hate. But ever the seeker after noble duty, he also contrives to enter the employ of Flavio, as his personal bodyguard. His love of control, attention, and military game-playing thus satisfied, and characteristically mistaking serendipity for fate, he sees himself committed (in his compromising, half-Western fashion) by the bushido code to following the situation through to the conflict he feels is inevitable. Furthermore, the key to his Deathwind quest—and the now more intriguing mystery of Simon Sardonis—seems to be withheld from him by certain fearful city leaders.

      As RED BLADE FROM THE EAST closes, Gonji manipulates himself into the city delegation to the castle banquet being held by the legendary King Klann the Invincible, who has suddenly decided to break with his reclusive tradition.

      PART ONE

      “VIVE LE ROI!”

      CHAPTER ONE

      General Gorkin, the castellan, marched through the dank corridors toward the king’s chamber. He cradled his helm under a burly arm. His face had an anxious set, jaw muscles rigid.

      The general turned into an arch that flanked a shadowed stone stairway, and the huge form jumped him from behind with a fierce battle cry. Gorkin uttered a broken outcry as he was wrestled to the ground. Thick arms squeezed him mightily, stole his wind. He gritted his teeth and strained to break the locked fists at his belly. Then he recognized the labored laughter at his ear.

      He tautened and looked back, bewildered, into the face of King Klann.

      “You’ve gone soft on us, Gorkin,” the king jested as they sorted themselves out and pushed up onto their feet.

      “Sire?” Gorkin said, red-faced.

      “We weren’t able to take you so readily in the past. But, then, it’s been a stretch since we’ve tilted.” The king mopped his brow with a sleeve. “But no more! Things will change around here. Yes, indeed. We’re feeling marvelous this morning, Gorkin! And how is our castellan?”

      “Fit, sire,” the general said, breathing hard, “but troubled. I’ve just been out in the ward, СКАЧАТЬ