Elizabeth Moon
Oath of Fealty
For those there from the start and still here for the new beginning: Ellen and John McLean and Richard Moon, for encouraging me to finish the first Paks book, Joshua Bilmes for accepting me as a client, the late Jim Baen for publishing The Deed of Paksenarrion , and Betsy Mitchell for editing it.
Kieri Phelan’s mercenary company
Jandelir Arcolin , senior captain of first cohort (short sword)
* Stammel , senior sergeant of Arcolin’s cohort
* Devlin , junior sergeant of Arcolin’s cohort
* Arñe , corporal in Arcolin’s cohort
Dorrin Verrakai , senior captain of second cohort (short sword)
Selfer , junior captain of second cohort
Cracolnya , senior captain of third cohort (mixed: sword/crossbow)
Valichi , captain of recruit cohort
Tsaian Court:
senior noble families
Mikeli Vostan Keriel Mahieran , crown prince of Tsaia
* Camwyn , his younger brother
Beclan Mahieran , Knight-Commander of the Bells (order of Girdish knights)
Sonder Mahieran , Duke Mahieran
* Rothlin , his heir and the prince’s friend
Selis Marrakai , Duke Marrakai
* Juris , his heir and the prince’s friend
Galyan Serrostin , Duke Serrostin
* Rolyan , the prince’s friend
Haron Verrakai , Duke Verrakai, Dorrin Verrakai’s uncle
Konhalt (loyal to Verrakai)
Kostvan (loyal to Crown)
Donag Veragsson , Marshal-Judicar of Tsaia (interprets Code of Gird in Tsaia)
Arianya , Marshal-General (commands entire Company of Gird)
Lyonya
Sier Halveric , Aliam’s older brother, inherited the title, vocal member of Council
Sier Belvarin , vocal member of Council, often disagreeing with Sier Halveric
Sier Galvary , vocal member of Council, in charge of treasury
Aliam Halveric , commands Halveric Company, Kieri Phelan’s mentor and friend
Estil Halveric , his wife
Orlith , elf instructing Kieri Phelan in taig-magic
Flessinathlin , the Lady of the Ladysforest, elven ruler of that elvenhome kingdom
Amrothlin , Kieri Phelan’s maternal uncle, elf
Carlion , armsmaster at King’s Salle
Aarenis
Aesil M’dierra , commander of Golden Company (mercenaries)
Jeddrin , Count of Andressat
Alured the Black , former pirate, self-styled Duke of Immer
Arneson , one-eyed captain hired by Arcolin as recruit captain
Versin , captain hired by Arcolin as junior to Cracolnya
Burek , captain hired by Arcolin as his own junior captain
Fenin Kavarthin , Kieri’s banker in Valdaire
Paltis , Kieri’s factor in Valdaire
Author’s Note
What Has Gone Before
When Paksenarrion rode off into the fictional sunset twenty-odd years ago at the close of Oath of Gold , I knew I would want to return to her world someday and write more about the other characters there: Kieri Phelan, his captains Arcolin and Dorrin, Sergeant Stammel, and the rest. They had stories of their own waiting to be told. I never thought it would take this long to return … but finally I was able to find the door and here we are, this time seeing the world through other eyes than Paks’s.
The Eight Kingdoms north of the Dwarfmounts, and the land of Aarenis, south of those mountains, have had a seemingly stable relationship for generations. Northern mercenaries fought southern wars; southern merchants kept trade flowing over the mountains along the Merchants’ Guild routes and controlled most of the southern cities. The Elder Races—elves, dwarves, gnomes—kept their distance from humans for the most part, except that elves and humans mingled in Lyonya, the oddest of the Eight Kingdoms.
But change is upon them, brought by hidden forces and their instrument, the paladin Paksenarrion, whose story is detailed in The Deed of Paksenarrion .
Briefly, Paks ran away from her family’s sheep farm to become a soldier, joining Duke Kieri Phelan’s mercenary company in Tsaia. After three years of service in Tsaia and Aarenis, during which she matured from raw recruit to skilled veteran, she left to adventure on her own. Through many trials, she became a paladin of Gird, a holy warrior, and felt a call to return to the Duke’s Company. There, the powers granted paladins led her to the discovery that her former commander was not a bastard duke, as most thought, but half-elven, and the true heir of the throne of Lyonya, next kingdom to the east.
Immediately, forces of evil tried to prevent Kieri Phelan’s travel to Lyonya, capturing him and his companions. Paks pledged to exchange herself and endure five days and nights of torment for his freedom. She endured and survived, to be healed by the gods she served. She followed Kieri east, knowing he would be attacked again, and arrived with additional troops in time to save him.
Thanks to Paks, Kieri Phelan becomes king in Lyonya, a role he could not have expected. He must leave behind those he ruled, led in battle, and cared for so long, and that parting is wrenching. In a widening ripple, everyone Paksenarrion met or came near is thrust into change, from the powerful—the crown prince of Tsaia, the Marshal-General of Gird—to the powerless, including a ragged, starving, one-eyed former mercenary in Aarenis.
Vérella
A small boy clambered from a cellar wall into an alley. He picked his way through the trash along the wall to a nearby street, walked quickly to the next turning, went left, then right. The street widened a little; the people he passed wore warmer clothes. He ducked into an alcove and pulled off the ragged jacket that had concealed his own unpatched shirt and tunic, folded the ragged one into a tidy bundle, and tucked it under his arm. Now he moved at a steady jog into the wealthier part of the city, nearer the palace. Finally he turned in to a gap between buildings, found the trapdoor he sought, and went belowground again.
In the cellar of a tall house within a few minutes of the palace gates, he gave a coded knock. A hard-faced man with a spiked billet opened the door. “What d’you want, rat?” the man asked.
“For Duke Verrakai’s hand only,” the boy said. “From the Horned Chain.”
“I’ll take him,” another man said, stepping out of looming shadows. He wore the red and black of Liart, and the horned chain was about his neck. “Come, boy.”
Shaking with fear, the boy followed, up stairs and along a corridor, to a room where another man, in Verrakai blue and silver, sat writing at a table by a fire.
“I am Duke Verrakai. You have a message for me: give it.”
The boy seemed to choke, and then, in a deep voice not his own, spoke the words Liart’s priest had bade him say. “The man is free, and his companions; the paladin is ours. Without her aid, he can be taken. He must not reach Lyonya alive.”
“He will not,” Duke Verrakai said. “Is there more?” The boy dug into his tunic and pulled out a folded paper; Verrakai took it and read it. “Well,” he said, with a glance at the man in red and black. “It seems we must return this boy with our answer.” He wrote on the reverse of the message, folded it, and handed it to the boy. “Go the way you came, swiftly.”
Less than a half-glass later, a man in Verrakai blue rode out the south gates of Vérella and turned east on the river road. Later, after the turn of night, Kieri Phelan, newly revealed king of Lyonya, also rode through the gates, with an escort of the Royal Guard.
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