The Demon Cycle Books 1-3 and Novellas: The Painted Man, The Desert Spear, The Daylight War plus The Great Bazaar and Brayan’s Gold and Messenger’s Legacy. Peter V. Brett
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      Arlen ignored her. ‘A good whack to the snout with a medium spear will usually drive off a lone wolf,’ he said. ‘Failing that, use the same tactics as for lions.’

      ‘What if there’s a pack of them?’ Cob asked.

      ‘Wolves fear fire,’ Arlen said.

      ‘And if you encounter a boar?’ Cob wanted to know.

      Arlen laughed. ‘I should “run like all the Core is after me”,’ he quoted his instructors.

      Arlen awoke on top of a pile of books. For a moment he wondered where he was, realizing finally that he had fallen asleep in the library again. He looked out the window, seeing that it was well past dark. He craned his head up, making out the ghostly shape of a wind demon as it passed far above. Elissa would be upset.

      The histories he had been reading were ancient, dating back to the Age of Science. They told of the kingdoms of the old world, Albinon, Thesa, Great Linm, and Rusk, and spoke of seas, enormous lakes spanning impossible distances, with yet more kingdoms on the far side. It was staggering. If the books were to be believed, the world was bigger than he had ever imagined.

      He paged through the open book he had collapsed upon, and was surprised to find a map. As his eyes scanned the place names, they widened. There, plain as could be, was the duchy of Miln. He looked closer, and saw the river that Fort Miln used for much of its fresh water, and the mountains that stood at its back. Right there was a small star, marking the capital.

      He flipped a few pages, reading about ancient Miln. Then, as now, it was a mining and quarrying city, with vassalage spanning dozens of miles. Duke Miln’s territory included many towns and villages, ending at the Dividing River, the border of the lands held by Duke Angiers.

      Arlen remembered his own journey, and traced back west to the ruins he had found, learning that they had belonged to the Earl of Newkirk. Almost shaking with excitement, Arlen looked further, and found what he had been looking for, a small waterway opening into a wide pond.

      The barony of Tibbet.

      Tibbet, Newkirk, and the others had paid tribute to Miln, who in turn with Angiers, owed fealty to the king of Thesa.

      ‘Thesans,’ Arlen whispered, trying the word on for size. ‘We’re all Thesans.’

      He took out a pen and began to copy the map.

      ‘That name is not to be spoken again by either of you,’ Ronnell scolded Arlen and his daughter.

      ‘But …’ Arlen began.

      ‘You think this wasn’t known?’ the librarian cut him off. ‘His Grace has ordered anyone speaking the name of Thesa arrested. Do you want to spend years breaking rocks in his mines?’

      ‘Why?’ Arlen asked. ‘What harm could it bring?’

      ‘Before the Duke closed the library,’ Ronnell said, ‘some people were obsessed with Thesa, and with soliciting monies to hire Messengers to contact lost dots on the maps.’

      ‘What’s wrong with that?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘The king is three centuries dead, Arlen,’ Ronnell said, ‘and the dukes will make war before they bend knee to anyone but themselves. Talk of reunification reminds people of things they ought not remember.’

      ‘Better to pretend that the walls of Miln are the entire world?’ Arlen asked.

      ‘Until the Creator forgives us and sends his Deliverer to end the Plague,’ Ronnell said.

      ‘Forgives us for what?’ Arlen asked. ‘What plague?’

      Ronnell looked at Arlen, his eyes a mix of shock and indignation. For a moment, Arlen thought the Tender might strike him. He steeled himself for the blow.

      Instead, Ronnell turned to his daughter. ‘Can he really not know?’ he asked in disbelief.

      Mery nodded. ‘The Tender in Tibbet’s Brook was … unconventional,’ she said.

      Ronnell nodded. ‘I remember,’ he said. ‘He was an acolyte whose master was cored, and never completed his training. We always meant to send someone new …’ He strode to his desk and began penning a letter. ‘This cannot stand,’ he said. ‘What plague, indeed!’

      He continued to grumble, and Arlen took it as a cue to edge for the door.

      ‘Not so fast, you two,’ Ronnell said. ‘I’m very disappointed in you both. I know Cob is not a religious man, Arlen, but this level of negligence is really quite unforgivable.’ He looked to Mery. ‘And you, young lady!’ he snapped. ‘You knew this, and did nothing?’

      Mery looked at her feet. ‘I’m sorry, Father,’ she said.

      ‘And well you should be,’ Ronnell said. He drew a thick volume from his desk and handed it to his daughter. ‘Teach him,’ he commanded, handing her the Canon. ‘If Arlen doesn’t know the book back and forth in a month, I’ll take a strap to both of you!’

      Mery took the book, and both of them scampered out as quickly as possible.

      ‘We got off pretty easy,’ Arlen said.

      ‘Too easy,’ Mery agreed. ‘Father was right. I should have said something sooner.’

      ‘Don’t worry about it,’ Arlen said. ‘It’s just a book. I’ll have it read by morning.’

      ‘It’s not just a book!’ Mery snapped. Arlen looked at her curiously.

      ‘It’s the word of the Creator, as penned by the first Deliverer,’ Mery said.

      Arlen raised an eyebrow. ‘Honest word?’ he asked.

      Mery nodded. ‘It’s not enough to read it. You have to live it. Every day. It’s a guide to bring humanity from the sin that brought about the Plague.’

      ‘What plague?’ Arlen asked for what felt like the dozenth time.

      ‘The demons, of course,’ Mery said. ‘The corelings.’

      Arlen sat on the library’s roof a few days later, his eyes closed as he recited:

      ‘And man again became prideful and bold,

      Turning ’gainst Creator and Deliverer.

      He chose not to honour Him who gave life,

      Turning his back upon morality.

      Man’s science СКАЧАТЬ