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Chaya, in Lyonya
You killed her!” That first voice, instantly joined by others, rose in a furious screech of accusation. “You killed her! You killed her!”
The angry voices penetrated Kieri’s grief and exhaustion, and he looked back over his shoulder to see at least a dozen elves, some with swords drawn, his uncle Amrothlin among them. Behind them, more Squires pushed into the room.
“I did not,” he said. “I tried—”
“She’s dead! You’re alive; you must have—!”
“I tried to save her,” Kieri said. “I could not.” He stood up then, automatically collecting his weapons as he rose.
“Let me see that!” Amrothlin strode forward, pointing at Kieri’s sword. “If it has her blood on it—”
“Of course it does,” Kieri said. “You saw: my sword lay in her blood, there on the floor.” He had knelt in her blood, he realized, and his hands were stained. No wonder Amrothlin suspected him, though the blood that spattered his clothes had come from others.
Amrothlin reached out his hand. “Let me smell it. I know her scent; I will know another’s scent, if indeed another’s blood is there. Give it to me.”
“No,” Arian said before Kieri could answer, blocking Amrothlin with her arm. “You will not disarm the king,” she said. “Not after what has happened.”
“You!” Amrothlin glared at her. “You half-bred troublemaker, child of one who should never have sired children on mortals—”
“Daughter of one who gave his life to save the Lady,” Arian said. Kieri saw the glitter of both tears and anger in her eyes. “There he lies, and you would insult him?”
“And you know you cannot hold this sword,” Kieri said, forcing a calm tone through the anger he felt. How dare Amrothlin insult Arian—and where had he been all this time? Was he the traitor? “You remember: it’s sealed to me. Smell if you wish, but do not touch it.”
Amrothlin glared at them all, then fixed his gaze on Arian. “What should I think when I find three mortals around my Lady’s body with swords drawn and her blood run out like water from a cracked jug? I see no other foe here. It is you, I say, and this—this so-called king.”
Kieri glanced past Amrothlin. The ring of elves stood tense; behind them were Squires who hesitated to push them aside, and behind those the hooded figures of two Kuakkgani. He met Amrothlin’s angry gaze once more.
“I am the king,” he said, keeping his voice as steady as he could. “I am the king, and my mother was your sister, and this Lady was my grandmother. So we are kin, whether you like it or not. If you can indeed detect identity by the smell of the blood, then you will smell another immortal’s blood on this—and on the queen’s sword and Duke Verrakai’s as well.”
“Do you dare accuse an elf?” Amrothlin asked. He still trembled like a candle flame, but his voice had calmed.
“The one who did this could appear without walking through a door. Its mien seemed elven at first and also its magery, a glamour of the same sort as the Lady was wont to cast. Yet it was like no elf I have known in its malice and determination to kill the Lady. I believe you name such iynisin; in Tsaia we called them kuaknomi.”
Amrothlin glared. “We do not speak of them.” He looked over his shoulder, then back to Kieri. “Who was here at the time?”
“Later,” Kieri said. Voices rose in the corridor: angry, frightened, demanding. Time to take command. “Uncle, this is not the time for questions. I am the king, and I am not your enemy, nor the Lady’s. People are frightened; I must speak to them.”
Before Amrothlin could answer, he raised his voice and called to those beyond the room. “The danger is over for now: I, the king, am alive, and the queen is safe here with me. Those of you in the corridor: fetch the palace physicians for the wounded. The rest disperse, but for the Queen’s Squires assigned to the queen today and one Kuakgan. Put by your swords.” The elves by the door looked at Amrothlin, who said nothing, and then at Kieri again and finally put up their swords. Two Queen’s Squires made their way into the room and edged through the elves to Arian’s side.
Dorrin had already moved to one of the wounded Squires. “This one first, sir king. Both are sore wounded, and though I tried, I cannot heal them.”
Kieri knelt beside her. When he laid his hand on the man’s shoulder, he felt nothing but a heaviness. “Nor I,” he said, standing again. “I must be more worn than I thought.”
The noise outside diminished. “I will tell the whole of it to Amrothlin,” Kieri said to the elves. “Two may remain; the rest of you go and make what preparations you need make for the Lady’s rest.” He knelt beside the other Squire yet felt no healing power in himself. Sighing, he stood again.
Amrothlin’s stony expression did not change, but he did not contradict Kieri; with a wave of his hand he sent most of the elves away. Now the carnage showed more clearly—the pools of blood, the stench of blood and death, bloody footprints on the fine carpet, what looked like scorch marks, the dead: the Lady, Dameroth, another dead elf whose name Kieri did not know, Tolmaric’s twisted and shrunken body, and the two iynisin Kieri and Arian and Dorrin had killed. Arian’s clothes were as bloodstained as his own, and Dorrin, though she had not knelt in any blood, still had splashes on her shirt and sword hand.
“More dead elves,” one of the other elves said, bending to examine them. Then he stiffened, turning back to Amrothlin. “My lord! These are not elves! They are . . . what the king said.”
Amrothlin, still looking at Kieri, said, “Is this what you fought? Did you kill it?”
“That is another it split from its body after it killed Sier Tolmaric,” Kieri said. “Look at Tolmaric, look at its body, and if you can explain how that was done, I will be glad.”
Amrothlin turned and walked over to Tolmaric’s remains. “This was human?” He sounded more worried than angry now.
“Yes. The iynisin did that with a touch of its blade to his throat. He was already bespelled by the Lady, as I said, and helpless.”
“Where were you?”
“There.” Kieri pointed. He told of questioning Sier Tolmaric, the Lady’s interruption, and then the appearance of the iynisin—he insisted on using the name, though Amrothlin flinched every time—and its taunting of the Lady and attack. “I had just taken such a blow on my shoulder as almost threw me down. It was almost invisible; I could not see to parry the blow—and then it made for poor Tolmaric and did that to him, whatever that is. Then from the iynisin came two more, and each of those split into two.”
“A formidable foe indeed,” Amrothlin said. “Few of . . . such . . . can do that, and only with fresh blood and life taken.” He moved over beside the elf looking at the other body. Kieri saw his shoulders stiffen. Amrothlin crouched beside the body and touched the blood staining its dark clothes, then sniffed at his fingers. He stood and faced Kieri again. “You brought this on us.”
“What?” That accusation made no sense to him.
“You could not survive such a one unless it willed it so. The—these beings—” Even now Amrothlin would not use the word. “You know their origin? Traitors who once were elves, in the morning of the world, and who turned against all because of those.” He pointed at the Kuakgan now standing near the door. “You called Kuakkgani here; that must be why the evil ones came. We do not speak of them. We do not acknowledge them.”
“And yet these iynisin exist,” Kieri said, once more using the elven name for them. “And they—or one—killed the Lady. Are all of them that powerful?” This, he was certain, was one of the secrets the elves had withheld from him; how could they think that not speaking of danger meant it did not exist?
“So you say, that she was killed by such.” Amrothlin made an obvious attempt to calm down, but did not answer Kieri’s question. He sniffed his fingers again. “It is more likely a lord of the Severance could kill her than a half-human like you,” he said. “These dead are certainly ephemes, split from such a one. And that—” He glanced at Tolmaric’s remains. “That is what any living thing looks like that they destroy to make ephemes.” He nodded to Kieri, now apparently calm. “I accept your story of the fight, but still—it is your fault that the Lady came here unescorted and such evil followed her. You knew what she thought of the . . . the Kuakkgani.” He nearly spat the last word, his voice full of venom again.
“What I see is that you are determined to blame the king,” Arian said. Kieri had never seen her so angry before. Flanked by her Squires, she stalked over to him. “Where were you when I was poisoned and my child never had a chance to live? The Lady did not come. None of you came. It was a Kuakgan who found the poison concealed in a block of spice: you elves did nothing. And you blame us for that?”
Amrothlin stared at her, speechless in the face of her anger.
“So now,” Kieri said, taking over once more, “let us clean up this mess and confer.” The palace physicians bustled into the room; he pointed to Binir and Curn, the two wounded Squires. Linne, another of the King’s Squires, handed him cleaning materials for his sword; he began wiping it down. Arian handed her blade to one of her Squires. “Who is now the ruler of the elvenhome?” Kieri asked Amrothlin. “Will it be you, her son, or had she named another in her stead?”
Amrothlin shook his head. “There is no elvenhome.”
“What—? Of course there is . . . must be.” At the look on Amrothlin’s face, Kieri said, “How can it be gone?”
“Do you not see?” Amrothlin gestured to his own grief-stricken face. “Do I look the same? Do you feel the influence of the elvenhome? It was hers—her creation—and it died with her. She alone sustained the Ladysforest; she had no heir. We are unhomed, Nephew. We are cast away, and nowhere in the world will we find a home now.”
“That cannot be. The taig is still here.” Kieri could feel the taig, the strength of it, even in its grief.
“The taig, yes. It is the spirit of all life. Where there is life, there is taig, greater and smaller. The taig nourishes elvenkind, and elvenkind nourishes the taig. We encouraged it, taught it, lifted it toward more awareness, according to the Lady’s design. But it is not the elvenhome.”
This was the longest explanation Kieri had ever heard about the relationship of elves and taig. “Then what is an elvenhome? Did the Lady then maintain the elvenhome with her own power? By herself?” And if so, how could such a power be stripped away?
“At first, yes,” Amrothlin said. “But after we left the great hall below, in the time of the banast taig . . .” His voice trailed away; he looked down and away. “I cannot talk of it now, Nephew, please. Her power diminished, and now she is gone; the elfane taig is gone; I must prepare to lay her body to rest.”
Kieri felt tears rising in his eyes and blinked them back. “Why didn’t you ever tell me? Why didn’t Orlith? If I had known—”
“You would have tried to interfere,” Amrothlin said, his voice harsh again. “And what could you, a mortal, do? You had no power to lend us. You could but cause the Lady more anguish, to know that you knew her shame.”
“And this is better?” Kieri asked. The familiar irritation with elven arrogance overrode even his fatigue. He waved at the room, at the bodies and the blood and the stench of death. “Her pride cost you dear, Uncle. You were so sure we could not help, you did not even seek understanding, let alone alliance—”
“How could such as you understand?” Amrothlin said. He looked more weary than angry now, his grace diminished. “What we live—what she lived—is beyond your comprehension. It is no use to explain; you do not have the mind for it.”
Kieri’s anger grew, but he knew that for a postbattle reaction as much as a fair response to Amrothlin. He glanced around the room. Everyone but the physicians working on the wounded Squires was looking at him. This was not the time to continue a quarrel with Amrothlin.
“Are any others wounded and in need of care?” No one answered. Arian’s Squire returned her blade, now cleaned, and Arian slid it into the scabbard. Kieri had almost finished with his own.
“We will need to make a bier to move her,” Amrothlin said. “And . . . and the others.”
“Is there any menace in Sier Tolmaric’s remains?” Kieri asked.
“No,” Amrothlin said. “The evil destroyed him but does not remain. Do what you will with . . . that.” He gestured toward Tolmaric’s body but averted his gaze. “But beware the iynisin ephemes. Even their blood taints anything alive or that once lived. You must burn such things in a safe place away from here.”
Posted June 11, 2013
Magic is on the rise and people's lives are being destroyed indiscriminately. The elves have suffered a terrible loss and their home is threatened to disappear without someone to hold the taig. It is difficult to tell who is friend and who is foe.
This is a world were many creatures exist with different levels of ability. The threat comes when one species is more magically inclined. Jealousy and infighting has risen to new heights, in an effort to calm the tensions engagements were arranged between the elves and the humans. Although the ½ breeds are looked down upon and it doesn't help the building tension. Some relief comes when dragons intercede and help bridge the divide.
As human's start to show magical abilities, they are persecuted and or killed. Hiding abilities leaves many of the characters in a precarious position. There is extreme mistrust of all magical abilities except healing, but even there is a thin line.
Limits of Power was a highly complex and slow moving fantasy. Not reading past installments in this series, I found it difficult to follow. But once I caught on I found the plot very ingruing and enjoyable storyline. There was a lot of character interactions, rehashing (catching up) and getting reacquainted and not a lot of action. Limits of Power is a nice, enjoyable but complex fantasy read.
This ARC copy of Limits of Power was given to me by Edelweiss and Random House - Del Ray in exchange for an honest review. Publish Date June 11, 2013.
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Posted July 15, 2013
Great addition to the series. Pak's will be proud!! Fantastic series from 'Sheep Farmers Daughter' to this one. Keep up the great work!
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Posted May 30, 2014
I loved the first trilogy, the books are falling part I've read then so much. I expect these will be the same way soon. I have loved every book in the series. This does not disappoint.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 23, 2014
Elizabeth Moon is one of the better authors out there in both Science Fiction and Fantasy. Her main and supporting characters are both interesting and engaging. I really care what happens to them as I read. Its a shame that she is not more well known, as she has been an inspiration for many authors, including David Weber for his Honor Harrington series. I unreservedly recommend her for teens and adults.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 30, 2014
The Eight Kingdoms ar
Excellent Series Continuation
<blockquote>The Eight Kingdoms are under threat. Throughout the north, magic is re-emerging after centuries of absence, popping up in family after family-even those with no known mage parentage. Nor is it confined to the privileged classes, but is appearing in rich and poor alike. This is bad enough in lands where such powers are not considered illegal, but now some kingdoms are instituting pogroms, killing everyone in whom the powers emerge, no matter how young or old they might be.
And with one very determined traitor at work, intent on undoing any effort at peace no matter how many lives it costs, the future hangs in the balance. It is only the dedication of a few resolute heroes who can turn the tides... if they can survive.</blockquote>
The story continues where it left off in <em>Echoes of Betrayal</em>
, with each of the smaller lines of the make up the greater whole cloth of the story being followed. Arcolin, King Kieri & Queen Arian of Lyonya, Duke Verrakai, King Mikeli of Tsaia, Arvid and Dattur, all of their stories crisscross throughout the book. Like the other books in the series it can be a bit confusing at first, when you leave one character's story and go back in time to the next character's story, as the events for each are happening simultaneously.
In Lyonya they must deal with the iynisins treacherous attack on the Lady. The attack which was successful, killing the Lady (and therefore the elvenhome), and almost having Kieri blamed for the murder of his own grandmother. There is also the aftermath of the war with Pargun, Queen Arian's miscarriage by poison, plans for river trade, and preparation of defenses for Lyonya should Alured the Black attempt the invade via the river in his potential bid to take over the entire land.
Arcolin has his hands full becoming a Duke, leading his entire Company so that it is all in the south for the fighting season, finding an acceptable wife, and learning the Law for reasons that become clear as time goes on. As well he has dealings with Arvid, former Thieves Guildmaster turned Girdish. Arvid and the gnome Dattur left the Inn where they had been guests to move in with Fox Company for more protection from retaliation from the local Thieves Guild; Arvid had taken his revenge upon the local Guild, recovering his stolen goods and something totally unexpected.
Duke Verrakai has suddenly adopted the one of her young squires as her heir, the only way to save the young squire's life according to law. Dorrin and her new heir go see Kieri, King of Lyonya and her former Duke and commander, and exchange what news they can while still maintaining loyalty to their respective kingdoms.
King Mikeli of Tsaia has his hands full, between the royal regalia that Duke Verrakai brought to him as a gift, and the sudden resurgence of mage talents across his kingdom and others. As more and more young people begin to show talents as mages, controversy runs rampant, leaving the King in a very tough spot. Should he support the pogroms to kill anyone manifesting a Mage talent, which is basically the law, or should he and the Marshal-General work to alter law and perceptions about mages? If he follows the letter of the law things would go from bad to heinous in a heartbeat.
Elves have come from the holding that was discovered in Luap's scrolls, the scrolls Paks had been given as a reward. These Elves demand that all humans be recalled so that they may close the gate to protect from greater damage by the iynisins, and that includes the be-spelled human magelords. Of course no one knows how to awaken the magelords, and don't know if they even should, knowing nothing about them. However it may be a good idea to wake the magelords, as all the youngsters showing ability will need an adult to train them, and Dorrin is the only adult magelord people know and remotely trust, and she is already overwhelmed with jobs. The royal regalia is becoming more restless and demanding, and has begun speaking to a few others that we know of; there is real fear that Alured the Black wants this regalia, and may become unstoppable if he gets it and can use it. And it is looking more and more likely that this is a real possibility. The continuation of this epic fantasy remains strong and engaging, though it is starting to feel as if this story is nearing a conclusion. I remain undecided about this story ending yet, but will let the <em>Crown of Renewal</em>
tell me what it can.
Posted December 16, 2013
Elizabeth Moon is one of my favorite authors. She knows her world and creates great societies and worlds. That being said I read the second and third book of this series with some trepidation.
I like finding out about characters that were minor in the Paks trilogy, but sometimes they felt a little stretched. Limits of Power restored my confidence. Yes she is weaving several strands and yes there is no 'evil' person. However we do have 'good' people being ambivalent or if not 'bad' then not behaving well. We have a 'bully' in Regar among the Girdsmen, the elves are not always above suspicion.
Arvid Semmison's transformation is worth almost the whole book. I am looking forward to the next book.
Posted October 16, 2013
Although not as overwhelmingly outstandiing as the previous book, this is still one of the best books I've read this year. The characters are all complex and interesting, and can still surprise you, even in this fourth book. I hope this series goes on for a long time, and that the author does not skimp on fully unfolding all the major characters' plot lines just to satisfy those who want everything wrapped up neatly in each volume.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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it continues the story and adds some new twists. I enjoyed the rich tapestry of life in their world. I also became invoved with the characters, and care what happens to them.. I can't wait for the next book in this series..
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I must admit I was very disappointed in this book. The writing was as awesome as the rest of the paks books. But I felt cheated , nothing in the book was new information, and nothing that I can tell has reached it's climax. Had to wait 2 yrs for this one and it was a book of nothing.
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