David Eddings - The Complete Elenium Trilogy - The Diamond Throne, The Ruby Knight, The Sapphire Rose

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The complete, classic Elenium Trilogy, the story of the Pandion Knight Sparhawk and his horse Faron, a sleeping queen, and the legendary jewel that can save her . . .Contains:THE DIAMOND THRONE:After a long exile, Pandion Knight Sparhawk returns to his native land to find his young queen grievously ill.Ehlana has been poisoned and will die unless a cure can be found within a year. The life force of twelve of her sworn knights is all that sustains her; but one knight will be lost within the passing of each month if the antidote isn’t found.To save his queen, his comrades, and the stability of the kingdom, Sparhawk begins the search for the cure, only to discover a greater and more pervasive evil than he could ever have imagined.THE RUBY KNIGHT:Time is running out for the poisoned Queen Ehlana. If she is to be saved Sparhawk must find the only cure – a powerful artefact called the Bhelliom – before it’s too late.But finding the rose-shaped sapphire is no simple task. No one has set eyes upon it since it was lost in the heat of a legendary battle.To make matters worse, Sparhawk and his allies are not the only party questing to find the jewel.THE SAPPHIRE ROSESparhawk and his allies have recovered the magical sapphire Bhelliom, giving them the power to wake and cure Queen Ehlana.But while they were away an unholy alliance was brokered between their enemies that threatens the safety of not just Elenia but the entire world.By returning to save the young queen, Sparhawk risks delivering the Bhelliom into the hands of the enemy.As battle looms, Sparhawk’s only hope may be to unleash the jewel’s full power. But no one can predict whether this will save the world or destroy it…

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‘The stockyards,’ Sparhawk told him. ‘A great deal of beef is shipped out of Cippria.’

‘Do we have to go through any kind of a gate to get out?’

Sparhawk shook his head. ‘The city walls were pulled down during the suppression of the Eshandist Heresy. The local people didn’t bother to rebuild them.’

They emerged from the narrow street they were following into acre upon acre of stock pens filled with bawling, scrubby-looking cows. It was late afternoon by now, and the overcast had begun to take on a silvery sheen.

‘How much farther to the monastery?’ Kurik asked.

‘A mile or so.’

‘It’s quite a distance from that alley back there, isn’t it?’

‘I noticed that myself about ten years ago.’

‘Why didn’t you take shelter someplace closer?’

‘There wasn’t anyplace safe. I could hear the bells from the monastery, so I just kept following the sound. It gave me something to think about.’

‘You could have bled to death.’

‘That same thought crossed my mind a few times that night.’

‘Gentlemen,’ Sephrenia said, ‘do you suppose we could move along? The night comes on very quickly here in Rendor, and it gets cold in the desert after the sun goes down.’

The monastery lay beyond the stockyards on a high, rocky hill. It was surrounded by a thick wall, and the gate was closed. Sparhawk dismounted before the gate and tugged on a stout cord hanging beside it. A small bell tinkled inside. After a moment, the shutter of a narrow, barred window cut into the stones beside the gate opened. The brown-bearded face of a monk peered out warily.

‘Good evening, brother,’ Sparhawk said. ‘Do you suppose I might have a word with your abbot?’

‘Can I give him your name?’

‘Sparhawk. He might remember me. I stayed here for a time a few years back.’

‘Wait,’ the monk said brusquely, closing the shutter again.

‘Not very cordial, is he?’ Kurik said.

‘Churchmen aren’t really welcome in Rendor,’ Sparhawk replied. ‘A bit of caution is probably only natural.’

They waited as the twilight faded.

Then the shutter opened again. ‘Sir Sparhawk!’ a voice more suited to a parade ground than a religious community boomed.

‘My Lord Abbot,’ Sparhawk replied.

‘Wait there a moment. We’ll open the gate.’

There was a rattling of chains and the grating sound of a heavy bar sliding through thick iron rings. Then the gate ponderously swung open, and the abbot came out to greet them. He was a bluff, hearty-looking man with a ruddy face and an imposing black beard. He was quite tall, and his shoulders were massive. ‘It’s good to see you again, my friend,’ he said, clasping Sparhawk’s hand in a crushing grip. ‘You’re looking well. You seemed a bit pale and wan when you left the last time you were here.’

‘It’s been ten years, my Lord,’ Sparhawk pointed out. ‘In that length of time a man either heals or dies.’

‘So he does, Sir Sparhawk. So he does. Come inside and bring your friends.’

Sparhawk led Faran through the gate with Sephrenia and Kurik close behind. There was a court inside, and the walls surrounding it were as bleak as those surrounding the monastery. They were unadorned by the white mortar customary on the walls of Rendorish buildings, and the windows which pierced them were perhaps a trifle narrower than monastic architecture would have dictated. They would, Sparhawk noted professionally, make excellent vantage points for archers.

‘How can I help you, Sparhawk?’ the abbot asked.

‘I need refuge again, my Lord Abbot,’ Sparhawk replied. ‘That’s getting to be sort of a habit, isn’t it?’

The abbot grinned at him. ‘Who’s after you this time?’ he asked.

‘No one that I know of, my Lord, and I think I’d like to keep it that way. Is there someplace we can talk privately?’

‘Of course.’ The abbot turned to the brown-bearded monk who had first opened the shutter. ‘See to their horses, brother.’ It was not a request, but had all the crispness of a military command. The monk straightened noticeably, though he did not quite salute.

‘Come along then, Sparhawk,’ the abbot boomed, clapping the big knight on the shoulder with one meaty hand.

Kurik dismounted and went to help Sephrenia. She handed Flute down to him and slipped from her saddle.

The abbot led them on through the main door and into a vaulted stone corridor dimly lighted at intervals by small oil lamps. Perhaps it was the scent of the oil, but the place had a peculiar odour of sanctity – and of safety – about it. That smell sharply reminded Sparhawk of the night ten years before. ‘The place hasn’t changed much,’ he noted, looking around.

‘The Church is timeless, Sir Sparhawk,’ the abbot replied sententiously, ‘and her institutions try to match that quality.’

At the far end of the corridor, the abbot opened a severely simple door, and they followed him into a book-lined room with a high ceiling and an unlighted charcoal brazier in the corner. The room was quite comfortable-looking – far more so than the studies of abbots in the monasteries of the north. The windows were made of thick triangular pieces of glass joined with strips of lead, and they were draped in pale blue. The floor was strewn with white sheep-skin rugs, and the unmade bed in the far corner was quite a bit wider than the standard monastic cot. The jammed bookcases reached from floor to ceiling.

‘Please, sit down,’ the abbot said, pointing at several chairs standing in front of a table piled high with documents.

‘Still trying to catch up, my Lord?’ Sparhawk smiled, pointing at the documents and taking one of the chairs.

The abbot made a wry face. ‘I give it a try every month or so,’ he replied. ‘Some men just aren’t made for paperwork.’ He looked sourly at the litter on his table. ‘Sometimes I think a fire in here might solve the problem. I’m sure the clerks in Chyrellos wouldn’t even miss all my reports.’ He looked curiously at Sparhawk’s companions.

‘My man Kurik,’ Sparhawk introduced his squire.

‘Kurik,’ the abbot nodded.

‘And the lady is Sephrenia, the Pandion instructor in the secrets.’

‘Sephrenia herself?’ The abbot’s eyes widened and he rose to his feet respectfully. ‘I’ve been hearing stories about you for years, madame. Your reputation is quite exalted.’ He smiled broadly at her in welcome.

She removed her veil and returned his smile. ‘You’re very kind to say so, my Lord.’ She sat and gathered Flute up into her lap. The little girl nestled down and regarded the abbot with her large dark eyes.

‘A beautiful child, Lady Sephrenia,’ the abbot said. ‘Your daughter by any chance?’

She laughed. ‘Oh, no, my Lord Abbot,’ she said. ‘The child’s a Styric foundling. We call her Flute.’

‘What an odd name,’ he murmured. Then he returned his gaze to Sparhawk. ‘You hinted at a matter you wanted to keep private,’ he said curiously. ‘Why don’t you tell me about it?’

‘Do you get much news about what’s happening on the continent, my Lord?’

‘I’m kept informed, yes.’ The bearded abbot said it rather cautiously as he sat down again.

‘Then you know about the situation in Elenia?’

‘The Queen’s illness, you mean? And the ambitions of Primate Annias?’

‘Right. Anyway, a while back, Annias came up with a very complicated scheme to discredit the Pandion Order. We were able to thwart it. After the general meeting in the palace, the preceptors of the four orders gathered in private session. Annias hungers for the Archprelate’s throne, and he knows that the militant orders will oppose him.’

‘With swords if necessary,’ the abbot agreed fervently. ‘I’d like to cut him down myself,’ he added. Then he realized that he had perhaps gone too far. ‘If I weren’t a member of a cloistered order, of course,’ he concluded lamely.

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