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HarperVoyager
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 1998
Copyright © Raymond E. Feist
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Source ISBN: 9780008311254
Ebook Edition © January 2018 ISBN: 9780007374977
Version: 2018-11-13
For John Cutter and Neal Hallford
with thanks for their creativity and enthusiasm
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Map
Prologue: Warning
Chapter One: Encounter
Chapter Two: Deception
Chapter Three: Revelation
Chapter Four: Passage
Chapter Five: Mission
Chapter Six: Journey
Chapter Seven: Murders
Chapter Eight: Secrets
Chapter Nine: Suspect
Chapter Ten: Nighthawks
Chapter Eleven: Escape
Chapter Twelve: Preparations
Chapter Thirteen: Betrayal
Chapter Fourteen: Instructions
Chapter Fifteen: Quest
Chapter Sixteen: Tasks
Chapter Seventeen: Misdirection
Chapter Eighteen: Regroup
Chapter Nineteen: Encounter
Chapter Twenty: Retribution
Epilogue: Dedication
Afterword
Acknowledgements
About the Author
By the Same Author
About the Publisher
THE WIND HOWLED.
Locklear, squire of the Prince of Krondor’s court, sat huddled under his heavy cloak, astride his horse. Summer was quick to flee in the Northlands and the passes through the mountains known as the Teeth of the World. Autumn nights in the south might still be soft and warm, but up here in the north, autumn had been a brief visitor and winter was early to arrive, and would be long in residence. Locklear cursed his own stupidity for leading him to this forlorn place.
Sergeant Bales said, ‘Gets nippy up here, squire.’ The sergeant had heard the rumour about the young noble’s sudden appearance in Tyr-Sog, some matter involving a young woman married to a well-connected merchant in Krondor. Locklear wouldn’t be the first young dandy sent to the frontier to get him out of an angry husband’s reach. ‘Not as balmy as Krondor, sorry to say, sir.’
‘Really?’ asked the young squire, dryly.
The patrol followed a narrow trail along the edge of the foothills, the northern border of the Kingdom of the Isles. Locklear had been in court at Tyr-Sog less than a week when Baron Moyiet had suggested the young squire might benefit from accompanying the special patrol to the east of the city. Rumours had been circulating that renegades and moredhel – dark elves known as the Brotherhood of the Dark Path – were infiltrating south under the cover of heavy rains and snow flurries. Trackers had reported few signs, but hearsay and the insistence of farmers that they had seen companies of dark-clad warriors hurrying south had prompted the Baron to order the patrol.
