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For fifteen years, the truce has held. Swordsmen of the Tryst of Casr have kept the peace and extended the rule of law over half the world, but now sorcerers have started killing swordsmen again, and swordsmen traitors are aiding them. Shonsu—who was Wallie Smith before he became a swordsman of the seventh rank and liege lord of the Tryst—must once more gird on the seventh sword of Chioxin, and this time he rides out to fight the war that he hoped would never come. As he leads his army forth, its two most junior ...

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For fifteen years, the truce has held. Swordsmen of the Tryst of Casr have kept the peace and extended the rule of law over half the world, but now sorcerers have started killing swordsmen again, and swordsmen traitors are aiding them. Shonsu—who was Wallie Smith before he became a swordsman of the seventh rank and liege lord of the Tryst—must once more gird on the seventh sword of Chioxin, and this time he rides out to fight the war that he hoped would never come. As he leads his army forth, its two most junior members are Vixini, son of Shonsu, and Addis, son of Nnanji, who has an oath of vengeance to fulfill. Their failure or success will determine the fate of the world for the next thousand years. 

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  • ISBN-13: 9781617567780
  • Publisher: EReads
  • Publication date: 3/23/2012
  • Pages: 336
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Dave Duncan, born in Scotland in 1933, is a Canadian citizen. He received his diploma from Dundee High School and got his college education at the University of Saint Andrews. He moved to Canada in 1955, where he still lives with his wife. He has three grown children and four grandchildren. He spent thirty years as a petroleum geologist. He has had dozens of fantasy and science fiction novels published, among them A Rose-Red CityMagic Casement, and The Reaver Road, as well as a highly praised historical novel, Daughter of Troy, published, for commercial reasons, under the pseudonym Sarah B. Franklin. He also published the Longdirk series of novels, Demon SwordDemon Knight, and Demon Rider, under the name Ken Hood.

In the fall of 2007, Duncan’s 2006 novel, Children of Chaos, published by Tor Books, was nominated for both the Prix Aurora Award and the Endeavour Award. In May 2013, Duncan, a 1989 founding member of SFCanada, was honored by election as a lifetime member by his fellow writers, editors, and academics. His website is www.daveduncan.com. 

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The Death Of Nnanji

The Seventh Sword Series: Book Four


By Dave Duncan, Robert Runté

OPEN ROAD INTEGRATED MEDIA

Copyright © 2012 D. J. Duncan
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4976-0928-0


CHAPTER 1

The lesser stars had faded, but the brightest soldiered on. As a new day approached, the dark eye of the Dream God had set in the southwest; a distant rooster had already begun summoning his wives. Soon the great city of Casr would waken.

Something had wakened Wallie. Something wrong.

There was something very sharp underneath him, digging into his back. The long summer heat still lingered, so he and Jja slept on the balcony outside their bedroom, overlooked by no one. The pallet they lay on was thin, because that let the floor tiles keep them cool on hot nights.No, there was more disturbing him than whatever the sharp thing was. The waist-high parapet around the balcony was armored with downward-pointing spikes on the outside, supposedly making it inaccessible to intruders. Glancing around through half-closed lids and making no unnecessary move, Wallie detected a watcher studying him over the edge: an assassin, on his way in, three floors above the courtyard. His face was blacker than the night behind him. Only the gleam of his eyes gave him away—that, and white teeth holding a knife. Already he was clambering over the parapet, being careful not to catch his legs on the spikes.

Asleep or awake, a swordsman should never be far from his sword, especially if that swordsman happened to be vice-emperor of the World. There had been at least a dozen assassination attempts against Nnanji since the founding of the Tryst, and three or four against Wallie, although none for several years. His sword lay beside the pallet, true, but it was a king-sized pallet, and he was closer to Jja's side of it than his own. He would have to lunge to reach it, presenting his back to the killer. He was also under the bed sheet. If Jja had her side of the sheet wrapped around her, he would become entangled. The attacker would be inside his guard before he could find the sword hilt and sit up to meet the attack. An assassin skilled enough to climb the wall might well be skilled enough to throw his knife.

Wallie must be growing careless in his old age.

He did not intend to stop growing older yet, though.

He had a few advantages. He was awake, which the intruder could not know yet, and he had Shonsu's great size and strength. The long-dead Wallie Smith, a somewhat sedentary chemical engineer on another world, would have had very little chance in this situation, although assassination had not been an occupational hazard for him back then. His right arm was under the sheet, the left one outside, but Shonsu was ambidextrous, and the killer would have to approach from his left, to avoid wakening Jja.

The intruder swung his feet down to the balcony without a sound. At once he dropped low, so he was no longer silhouetted against the sky. He was good! He was now waiting to learn if he had been detected. Wallie kept his breathing slow, despite his racing heart. The killer began creeping closer, although Wallie had no idea how he knew that, for the man seemed to make no noise at all.

Then the killer's foot nudged the sword, which made a very faint scraping noise on the stonework, so he was already within striking distance, and Wallie had not expected that. He sat up with a howl and swung his pillow to deflect the knife coming at him. Except it wasn't a knife, it was his own sword, and that misjudgment very nearly decided the contest right then there.

He deflected the stroke just enough that he could throw himself flat, underneath it, and grab the intruder's ankle. Before his hand could be sliced off, he yanked as hard as he could. The man went down.

Judging by his size, he could hardly be more than a boy, but he was very good, as lithe as a snake, up on his feet as soon as Wallie was. For a moment they faced off, both crouching slightly, a pillow against a sword and a knife. The killer was wielding the sword with his left hand, so he might well be ambidextrous also. This time the assassin lunged, instead of slashing. The blade went right through the pillow, and Wallie only narrowly escaped being impaled. But he caught his opponent's right wrist and heaved him around, clean off his feet, hoping to slam him against the wall. He had forgotten the ornamental granite column that stood there, supporting a large brass pot. The pot made a resounding clang as it hit the tiles, while the impact of the column was probably felt throughout the building.

That hadn't worked, so Wallie heaved him around in the opposite direction, despite the risk of dropping him on Jja, who was making protesting noises. Again the youth displayed superhuman agility, landing on his feet and yanking the sword free of the pillow in a blizzard of feathers. He might have won the battle at that moment by slashing Wallie's hamstring or Achilles tendon, but Jja sank her teeth in his calf, and that threw his timing off.

Wallie got him by the throat, hauled his arm around his back, and deliberately dislocated his shoulder. The boy screamed and dropped both weapons. Just to make sure, Wallie threw him flat, face down, and knelt on him.

"You all right, darling?" he inquired in the calmest voice he could summon.

"Just a nasty taste in my mouth. You?"

"Perfectly well, thank you. I appreciate the judicious assistance."

At that moment Vixini burst in like an avenging angel. Even before the door at the far end of the bedroom hit the wall, he was out on the balcony, standing over them with his sword in one hand and a flaming torch in the other. He roared, "What?" ... and stopped with a gulp when he realized that both his parents were stark naked.

"You're supposed to knock first," Wallie said. "Especially when we have visitors."

"What is going on?"

"We were entertaining an assassin, until your mother tried to chew his leg off."

By that time Jja had managed to free enough of the sheet to pull it up to her chin. "Fetch my robe, will you, Son?"

As Vixini turned to obey, four more swordsmen ran in, led by Adept Sevolno, head of Lord Shonsu's night watch. He showed his teeth in fury at the sight of the intruder—fury mixed with fear, perhaps. When Lord Nnanji heard about this, he might have Sevolno's sword for it, and possibly his head as well. Nnanji was due back in Casr before noon.

"Take him," Wallie said, rising. "Careful of his arm. No, don't maltreat him!" he shouted, as two of the others grabbed the assassin. "Oh, Goddess! Her arm, I mean." Displayed in the light of the torches, the captive was both naked and undoubtedly female. "Bring her in here. I want to talk with her." He led the way into the bedroom, leaving Jja with some privacy. The five swordsmen followed, Vixini with his sword still unsheathed.

Wallie grabbed up his kilt from where he had thrown it on the bedand made himself respectable. Then he pulled a sheet from the bed and draped it around the woman, telling the swordsmen to guard the door so she couldn't make a run for it; also the archway to the balcony so she couldn't jump to her death.

Then he took a good look at her. She was young, as was to be expected, and petite, with the elfin figure of a gymnast. She wore her hair short, as did everyone except swordsmen. The People varied in color from light to dark brown, but he had never seen any as dark as she. She had been dyed. Peering closely at her forehead he saw no visible craft marks, which the laws of the Goddess required on every adult, although she was no longer a child. Removing facemarks was an old sorcerer trick, although even hiding them under a coat of dye would be a felony.

"Let me see your eyelids," he said. She just stared up at him in resentful silence.

He smacked her nose—not so hard that it would bleed, but hard enough to make her blink. As far as he could tell from that brief glimpse of her eyelids, she bore no parent marks either, and the skin there, where the dye had worn off, was much paler.

"You're a sorcerer," he said firmly. Only sorcerers could make tattoos disappear, although even the sorcerers officially never did it now, since the Treaty of Casr had brought them into the mainstream of the People's culture. Facemarks were basic to the society of the World.

The prisoner did not speak. Instead she opened her mouth wide, making Wallie recoil in horror. Where her tongue should be was a stump of white scar tissue. She leered at him triumphantly. What sort of fanatic would let her tongue be cut out to prevent her from revealing secrets? Or had she been bribed with a lie that sorcerers could replace missing organs by magic?

"Well, you can still be questioned," he said. "You can write your answers."

She shook her head vigorously.

He smiled. She grimaced as she realized that he had trapped her.

Vixini missed that exchange and put the idea into words. "We can make her talk, my lord! We can play twenty-one questions with her."

"Maybe," Wallie said. "Prisoner, I will promise you your life if you will answer a few questions for me now by nodding or shaking your head. Are you a sorcerer?"

No answer.

"Were you sent by a sorcerer?"

Still none. He did not care much who she was, but he very much wanted to know who had hired her. Most attempts on his life or Nnanji's had been made by dissident swordsmen wanting to return to the old ways of independent city garrisons and roaming bands of free swords. A few had been organized by corrupt rulers or gang leaders who opposed the law and order that the Tryst was seeking to impose on the World. Even religious fanatics had tried, although they had never come this close to success.

Obviously this assassin was not going to cooperate.

"We have the rest of your life to question you," he said. "Adept Sevolno?"

"My lord." The swordsman pulled out his sword and knelt to offer it to Wallie, head bowed in shame.

"Get up, you fool. I want to know how this she-cat got into the grounds and up the wall and past the spikes."

"We'll make her show us," Sevolno said with a menacing smile.

"Not that way! Keep her well locked up, certainly, but find decent clothes for her and call a healer to treat her shoulder. He may give her a potion to ease the pain. You can ask her questions, but no rough stuff, understand?"

One of the first reforms Wallie had imposed on the People had been a complete ban on torture, on the grounds that the information it produced was useless. Sevolno certainly knew that, but a swordsman, and especially one feeling that he had failed in his duty, could easily become overzealous.

"So I want you to go and look, to find out how she got in. And if you've gone off duty ..." Wallie glanced thoughtfully at young Vixi. He was not a member of the palace night watch and normally wild oxen were needed to get him out of bed in the morning. How had he managed to respond to the disturbance sooner than anyone else? One would get you ten that he had just come home and hadn't been to bed yet. Not his own bed, anyway. He might have taken up wenching, certainly, but more likely he had just been carousing with other low-ranks. "Take Apprentice Vixini around with you and show him what you find. If you've gone off duty before I come down, he can pass on your report. Meanwhile, I'm going to finish my night's sleep. Dismissed."

Wallie strode out to the balcony again, chuckling in silence at the dismayed expression he had seen come over his stepson's face. As one of Wallie's protégés, Vixi must stay in constant attendance on his mentor, and Nnanji's return was certain to keep Wallie on the run every minute until, very likely, past midnight. By then Apprentice Vixini would be regretting his late night.

Jja was under the covers again, but wide-awake. She watched as he retrieved his sword and laid it beside the bed. He dropped his kilt and lay down beside her. The sky was the indefinable, colorless shade it turns just before sunrise.

"It's not worth going to sleep again," she said. She was a big, powerful woman, who had borne four children already and showed no signs of wanting to stop. An invitation like that saved him from making the suggestion. He slid an arm under her and cuddled close. Ouch!

Annoyed at the distraction, he felt around and located the sharp object that had wakened him when he had rolled on it earlier, a jagged pebble. He held it up between finger and thumb and whistled in astonishment.

"What's that?" she asked.

"This, my darling, is what saved my life, and probably yours too. It woke me."

"But where did it come from?"

That question had no rational answer.

"Don't ask 'where', ask 'who'."

"What?"

"No, 'who'. Our little friend, remember? You met him once."

Wallie had met him four times. Each time he had appeared as a small, undernourished boy with a gap in his teeth and a big smile, but he was a demigod, a messenger from the maternal deity of the World, known simply as 'the Goddess'. When Wallie had invented the treaty to end the age-old feud between the swordsmen and the sorcerers, the demigod had promised no more miracles. In his own right the demigod was god of jewels, though, and if the appearance of an uncut diamond as big as a thumb joint in a man's bed was not a miracle, then what was it? And if it was, did that mean that events had taken a turn that not even the gods had foreseen?

CHAPTER 2

The sun had been up for some time when Liege Lord Shonsu, swordsman of the Seventh, came trotting downstairs to breakfast. He came alone, Jja having been called away to comfort little Budol, who had fallen and banged her head. Wallie felt no guilt at today's tardiness; the World had no time clocks to punch, and he had put in some overtime during the night. He looked forward to a quiet snack by himself on his private terrace, hoping to plan as much as he could of his day. Nnanji was sure to throw a million jobs at him the moment he slid off his horse, or even sooner.

The wonderful summer weather must break soon, but meanwhile the terrace was a shady haven, overhung by trees bearing wonderful fruits: plums the size of grapefruit, blue cherries that tasted like Benedictine liqueur, and something he thought of as chocolate pine cones. Very earthlike pigeons strutted around the paving, muttering and scavenging crumbs.

Today was Masons' Day, which happened to be Nnanji's birthday, meaning that there was little more than two weeks until Healers' Day, celebrated each year to mark his accession as senior liege lord of the Tryst. The previous leaders—Wallie himself, Boariyi, and the late Tivanixi—were conveniently forgotten. This year, although Wallie might be the only one keeping track, would be the fifteenth anniversary.

Two bites into a juicy mango, Wallie's reverie was interrupted. He had forgotten that he had given Vixini a job, and that young man, as both his stepson and protégé, had access to him at any hour of the day or night. He marched out to the terrace carrying a fishing rod, which he laid carefully on the flagstones before whipping out his sword and launching into the formal greeting to a superior:

"I am Vixini, swordsman of the second rank, and it is my deepest and most humble wish that the Goddess Herself will see fit to grant you long life and happiness and induce you to accept my modest and willing service in any way in which I may advance any of your noble purposes."

His normal greeting when there were no outsiders present was a cheeky, "Go, Bear!" which was the local equivalent of "Hi, Dad." This morning, clearly, he had come on business and was enjoying his own importance.

Wallie had risen from his stool and must now draw his own sword to give the formal response before he could resume his meal. Then Vixini took up the fishing rod, except that it wasn't a fishing rod. It was made of spliced canes, like a fishing rod, but the hook dangling at the thin end would have choked a whale.

"We found this. This is how she got in, see?" Rising on tiptoe, Vixini reached up to a window aperture about twenty feet above the ground, and caught the sill with the hook. "It's much stronger than you'd expect," he said cheerfully, lifting himself one-handed, to show that he was, too.

Of course most materials were stronger in tension than compression, but that was not the sort of thought that translated easily into the language of the People. Wallie was more impressed by the assassin's ingenuity and motivation than his son's muscles. "I admire her courage. When she reached the top floor, she must have had to haul herself up with her arms and walk up the wall between the spikes."

"Suppose so." His stepson sat down uninvited and reached for the cheese basket with one hand and a slice of ham with the other.

"Where did you find it?"

"Hanging on the wall of your balcony, o'course."

Wallie regarded him with the joy and fond envy that parents bestow on dearly loved offspring. Yet Vixi was Jja's son, not Shonsu's. He had been a babe in arms when the late Wallie Smith of Earth became Shonsu, swordsman of the Goddess, so he must be sixteen now. It was a peculiarity of the People that they never counted their ages. They remembered and honored their birthdays, but not the years—and their 343-day year was an inaccurate count anyway, based on religion, not astronomy. The stars ignored it, just as the People did. You were as old as you looked and acted; seniority depended entirely on rank.


(Continues...)

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    Posted January 30, 2013

    Disappointed!

    Guess you just can't go back. Predictable and wordy. It was nice to glimpse what happened after but didnnt have the depth in the characters that I loved in the originals

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    Honeybird

    The wittle assasins r so cute.....

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    Blackthorn

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    Posted February 9, 2013

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  • Posted August 27, 2012

    The book gives closure to the original series, taking up where t

    The book gives closure to the original series, taking up where the
    trilogy ended. The new characters where not as defined as the original,
    more one dimensional. Story read well, was a quick read. A must for fans
    of the original swordsman trilogy.

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  • Posted August 7, 2012

    Excellent addition to the original series. Can't help but feel

    Excellent addition to the original series. Can't help but feel a little "shorted" because we all want to know more details of what has happened in the last 15 years. Definitely a great ending for those of us who wondered about Nnanji's reign and the gods conversation with Wallie at the end of Book 3 . I won't say more because to don't want this to be a spoiler but I definitely recommend reading it. Dave Duncan fantasy books are among my all time favorites and I have read ALOT of fantasy books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 26, 2012

    Death of Nnanji

    Good addition to the series... fell a bit short, perhaps, when compared to the first three books but still very much worth the read - definitely ends the story though.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2012

    Loved it.

    Great second ending to The Relictant Swordsman series.

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