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564 pages, Hardcover
First published April 4, 2019
"King Bifalt," he stated, "expects war because those Magisters fear it. They have an enemy, and they want Belleger and Amika to defend them…"
"If I claim a husband’s privilege with you, how can Belleger believe I have not been seduced by Amika? And if your consent comes from the heart, how can Amika trust your allegiance?"
But I have promised myself that when this war is done -- if I live -- if I have served my people honorably -- I will claim my place as her husband.
"...my lady Queen is more subtle than I am. She used only words to surprise Postern’s secrets out of him. I would have relied on my fists and rage."
At once, her whole face hardened. "You have never trusted me. From the first, you have discounted my consent, my understanding, my support, my love. And yet I have never lied to you. I will not lie now.
She had encouraged the establishment of shops, merchantries, ironworks, stables, smithies, taverns, inns. And she paid well for men and women who could construct homes, or repair streets and sewers and walls, or labor on her road, or join King Bifalt’s army, or sweat in the foundries that forged her cannon, or help with the fortification of the Bay of Lights. Every year, her people became more prosperous. In turn, they paid better prices for food, ale, wine, timber, metals; and anyone she did not employ directly could afford to work the fields, or the forests, or the mines for Amika’s benefit.
A dangerous passion congested his visage: his hands swung like bludgeons.
At the top of the road, the wind’s remorseless howl stuttered...
When ice began to clog the guns and make every exposed surface as slick as oil...
...the sun shining on the large sails lit them like omens...
Estie heard a crash at her back, a heavy body falling; heard Anina wail, "Blurn!"
...they came to an inn called, in true Bellegerin fashion, "Beds, Food, Ale."
Devotees of Flesh had defused countless bursts of unrest in the Open Hand.
The presence of the Church -- of any church -- was comparatively new in Belleger. Like Amika before the priests came, Belleger knew nothing of religion.
Like everyone else in living memory, the officers commanding the bay had never seen vessels that traveled the seas.
Now she sounded more like an axe chopping timber
Over the Magister’s shoulder, Queen Estie saw the devotee of Spirit accost Commander Crayn. He dismounted to greet her.
Tottering as she moved, she made her way around the room, snuffing one unsteady candle flame at a time.
...
"A year after he left Amika’s Desire, he sent for me." One candle after another. "And again a year later. I stayed with him for almost a fortnight. Then he was done with me."
...
While Estie watched, transfixed by the force of her mother’s desire to hide what she saw, Queen Rubia finished extinguishing the candles. In the same way, she began to blow out the lamps.
A brief stretch of clear sky above the Fist filled the room with unexpected light, etching faces out of the gloom.
Random instants of moonlight made the riders ahead of Estie real, then swept away, leaving them in darkness. So many cantering hooves on the dense carpet of cedar needles raised a soughing like the whisper of breezes in the high branches. She had no way to measure time or distance. They were quicksand. She sank into them and left no trace. She had become unreal herself, a figure in a dream. When the whole company slowed to a halt, she hardly noticed that she was no longer moving.