Flight of the Night Hawks, Into a Dark Realm, Wrath of a Mad God by Raymond E. Feist

Author:Raymond E. Feist [Raymond E. Feist]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780007532131
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2005-09-04T04:00:00+00:00

• CHAPTER SIXTEEN •

Lord

ARUKE MADE READY TO DIE.

Valko again voiced his objection. ‘This is wasteful, and unnecessary.’

‘You are young,’ said Father Juwon. ‘You are powerful, talented, and perceptive beyond your years, but you are inexperienced.’

Kneeling before his son, Aruke said, ‘Listen to them. Father Juwon will remain here, as your “spiritual advisor”, and Hirea and Denob will visit regularly. Others will make themselves known to you.

‘But it is to your mother you must look first, and then to Father Juwon, for they will be your heart and mind until you have matured to fulfil your destiny, my son. You must be the ruling lord of the Camareen, not any man’s son. It is vital that you rise quickly, and that all recognize you, for a great struggle is coming, and you must be ready when it arrives. Your mother will be a fine mistress of this castle – it is to my everlasting sorrow she was never here long during my tenure as ruler; she taught me more than I imagined possible to learn from a female, and I regret that I will not see her again – and with a prelate as powerful as Father Juwon acting as your personal advisor, you will begin with great prestige and influence.

‘They will guide you, keep you safe from those who will seek to crush you, and shield you from those who wish to pull you down from below.’

He looked at Father Juwon, and nodded. ‘I am ready.’

Father Juwon looked at his old friend, then at Valko, who saw a sheen of wetness in the Deathpriest’s eyes. An open display of weakness from a Deathpriest? This, as much as anything he had heard, proved that what he had been told was true, or that it was at least the truth as these men knew it.

The High Priest of the Western Lands said, ‘We are so far from the light, we who serve the White, that we do not even have a name for the One we seek to worship. Somewhere lost in time that being lived, and somewhere we pray goodness abides, until such time as the way is made to return it to our lost people. But we still wish for our brother that being’s mercy and know that this sacrifice is all that can be asked of any man.’ He looked at Valko. ‘Make it swift, and with honour and respect.’

The Lord of the Camareen presented his sword hilt-first to his son and Valko took it from him. He took a deep breath, and then in one swift motion he brought it down in a slashing blow, cleanly severing his father’s head from his shoulders.

Orange blood fountained up in a spurting arc as Aruke’s head rolled across the floor and his body crumpled. Valko stood over his father’s body, generations of Dasati breeding causing a feeling of triumph to rise up in him. He was now Lord of the Camareen! He was now … then another feeling intruded: a dark,

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