Heritage of Cyador

Heritage of Cyador

by L. E. Modesitt Jr.

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Overview

L.E. Modesitt, Jr.'s Heritage of Cyador continues his bestselling fantasy series the Saga of Recluce, which is one the most popular in contemporary epic fantasy.

Five years after utterly destroing an Afritan military force crossing into Cigoerne with his mastery of Order and Chaos, Lerial must lead a delicate mission in Afrit to assist them in repealing invaders that could threaten both lands.

Lerial's troubled history against Afrit may reopen old wounds that will never truly heal.

“An intriguing fantasy in a fascinating world.”—Robert Jordan, New York Times bestselling author of The Wheel of Time® series

Saga of Recluce

#1 The Magic of Recluce / #2 The Towers of Sunset / #3 The Magic Engineer / #4 The Order War / #5 The Death of Chaos / #6 Fall of Angels / #7 The Chaos Balance / #8 The White Order / #9 Colors of Chaos / #10 Magi’i of Cyador / #11 Scion of Cyador / #12 Wellspring of Chaos / #13 Ordermaster / #14 Natural Order Mage / #15 Mage-Guard of Hamor / #16 Arms-Commander / #17 Cyador’s Heirs / #18 Heritage of Cyador /#19 The Mongrel Mage / #20 Outcasts of Order / #21 The Mage-Fire War (forthcoming)

Story Collection: Recluce Tales

Other Series by L.E. Modesitt, Jr.

The Imager Portfolio

The Corean Chronicles

The Spellsong Cycle

The Ghost Books

The Ecolitan Matter

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780765381903
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 11/03/2015
Series: Recluce Series , #18
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 640
Sales rank: 226,760
Product dimensions: 6.70(w) x 4.10(h) x 1.60(d)

About the Author

L. E. Modesitt, Jr., is the bestselling author of the fantasy series The Saga of Recluce, Corean Chronicles, and the Imager Portfolio. His science fiction includes Adiamante, the Ecolitan novels, the Forever Hero Trilogy, and Archform: Beauty. Besides a writer, Modesitt has been a U.S. Navy pilot, a director of research for a political campaign, legislative assistant and staff director for a U.S. Congressman, Director of Legislation and Congressional Relations for the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, a consultant on environmental, regulatory, and communications issues, and a college lecturer. He lives in Cedar City, Utah.

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Heritage of Cyador


By L. E. Modesitt

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2015 L. E. Modesitt
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7653-8190-3


I

Lerial looks up from the half-written report before him, thinking, Saltaryn, if you only knew how all your efforts to improve my writing with precise statements are being corroded by the requirements of being post captain. Then he concentrates on the words he has just written.

… the Afritan Guard continues to patrol the top of the ridge one kay north of Ensenla. They occasionally stray across the marked boundary. They do not stay on the south side of the boundary for long, and they refrain from crossing when a Mirror Lancer force larger or roughly equivalent to the Afritan force is present …

He shakes his head. They’re not quite taunting us, but what can you do? At the same time, he worries about what he writes, because he had earlier sensed, not that much after dawn, a number of riders leaving the Afritan Guard post to the north, and now he waits for his scouts to return and report.

Lerial glances from the dispatch he is writing, the required summary of Eighth and Eleventh Companies’ evolutions and other events occurring over the previous eightday, to the dispatch he had received two eightdays earlier.

From:   Jhalet, Commander, Mirror Lancers

To:   Lerial, Captain, Ensenla Post

Date:   Third Twoday of Winter, 593 A.F.

Subject:   Border Patrols

Please find attached a map of the border between Afrit and Cigoerne, as agreed to by Duke Kiedron and Duke Atroyan. These borders are to be respected. Duke Kiedron has affirmed that no Mirror Lancer company is to cross them, even under extreme provocation. All officers and squad leaders are to be familiar with the borders and to conduct patrols in such a fashion that no Mirror Lancer evolution can be taken as provocative or as an encroachment upon Afritan lands.

Duke Atroyan has issued a similar proclamation to the Afritan Guard. Should the Guard inadvertently trespass, all Mirror Lancer squads and/or companies should offer the Guard the opportunity to retreat before resorting to arms. That opportunity need not be offered should any Afritan force commence hostile actions on the lands of Cigoerne.

If such hostile action is commenced on the lands of Cigoerne by Afritan or other forces, whatever response may be necessary shall be determined by the officer or squad leader in command of the Mirror Lancer force so attacked. In no case, however, shall a Mirror Lancer force knowingly enter the lands of Afrit. The sole exception to this directive is that a company commander or more senior officer may commission a force to recover Mirror Lancers carried into Afritan territory.

Any attacks by Afritan forces are to be reported expeditiously to Mirror Lancer headquarters, as are any border crossings for the purpose of recovering personnel. Such reports must contain the time, the location, and the complete scope of forces, both Mirror Lancer and others, involved in the action.

Lerial returns his attention to his own report and continues to write. A third of a glass later, he signs the report and eases it aside to let the ink dry before folding and sealing it for dispatch. He considers all that has happened over the past four years—and all that has not—ever since the people of Ensenla all fled Afrit over less than an eightday and subsequently rebuilt the town, or much of it, in the duchy of Cigoerne … and then demanded the right to continue to till their lands and tend their flocks on their ancestral hills.

Duke Atroyan’s response had been quick … and disastrous for the Afritan Guard. Lerial shakes his head, recalling the events that followed. Thankfully, over the last four years, he has not been required to use such force. The upside of the “effect” of such a storm has been that Duke Atroyan could suggest that the deceased field commander had been unwise to attack in such weather … and lay the blame there, with no word about the fact that the duke himself had ordered the attack while his brother, the arms-commander of Afrit, had been either inspecting the ironworks at Luba or ill with a severe flux … at least that is what Lerial has gathered over the years, from listening and from veiled hints from his aunt Emerya, who has her own sources. But the downside of letting a freak storm take most of the blame for the deaths of over five hundred men is that at least some officers in the Afritan Guard are wagering that such a freak storm is unlikely to occur again … and they are tired of being restrained from pursuing the growing numbers of refugees who have fled to Cigoerne, many of whom have been skilled crafters. Nor has Duke Atroyan grown more patient as time has passed … which is why Commander Jhalet issued the order that rests on Lerial’s desk. It is also why Lerial has insisted on training one squad from each company to use horn bows similar to those used by the Verdyn Lancers—even if it took some pressure by his sire to get permission for that … and well over a year of training.

Lerial has no desire to unleash the power of unbinding linked order and chaos again … and he has been fortunate in not having to do so. But how long will you be able to refrain?

Cigoerne has grown to almost half again its size in five years, and places like Penecca, the “new” Ensenla, and Teilyn, as well as others that had been barely more that hamlets or small towns, now are far more than that, and the factors in Cigoerne have added two more river piers to handle the trade from all over Hamor, and even from Candar and Austra.

A rap on the study door breaks through his momentary musing. “Yes?”

“Captain, the watch reports the scouts are at the crossroads.”

“Thank you. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Lerial checks the dispatch, thinks about folding and sealing it, then snorts softly. No point in doing that until you hear what the scouts have discovered … or not. He rises and leaves the study, stepping into the small anteroom of the Ensenla Post headquarters building and walking to the duty desk.

“Ser.” The duty ranker looks up.

“I’ll have something later for a dispatch rider. Let the duty squad know.”

“Yes, ser.”

“Thank you.” Lerial then walks out into the cold wind blowing out of the southwest and stands waiting for the scouts to ride into the post and report. He does not wait long.

The two Mirror Lancers in their greens and heavy riding jackets—and gray gloves—rein up outside the headquarters building. Both have red faces from the cold and wind. “Tie your mounts. You can report where it’s warmer.” Lerial smiles. He can recall every winter he has spent in Ensenla, and how much he appreciated the few days of leave spent at the palace in Cigoerne.

Once the three are seated in his study, Lerial nods to Vominen, the former Verdyn Lancer who transferred to the Mirror Lancers as soon as he could, even before the Verdyn Lancers became Mirror Lancers and ceased to exist as a separate force. “You look like something has happened.” It’s not that the scout looks that way, but that Lerial can sense the patterns of order and chaos that flow around him, and the turbulence of those patterns is suggestive.

“Ser … almost all of the Afritan Guard pulled out of the north Ensenla post just after dawn this morning.”

“How do you know?” Lerial grins. “Or did you sneak over there?”

“Wouldn’t call it sneaking, ser. Just rode over and asked one of the herders. Besides, there was no one about, and they do the same when they can.”

“And?”

“I rode almost to the gates. They’re barred. No one’s in the watchtower. No smoke from the chimneys. No smoke in midwinter, ser?” Vominen shakes his head.

“What did you see, Naedar?”

“Same as Vominen, ser. One of the herder boys said they took three wagons, too.”

Lerial nods slowly.

After another third of a glass with the two scouts, Lerial feels they have told him everything they can recall, and he dismisses them. He looks to the dispatch he had written earlier. You’ll need to rewrite that and send it off immediately.

Why & why in the name of the Rational Stars would Rhamuel pull three companies of guards from Ensenla when for the past two years those guards have been patrolling the border and looking for any excuse to provoke the Mirror Lancers into a skirmish?

Lerial can think of only two reasons—a crisis in Swartheld, even an armed uprising, since Duke Atroyan has been far from the most effective ruler of Afrit, or an attack on Afrit, most likely on Luba or even Swartheld itself, by the forces of Duke Khesyn of Heldya. Either of those events would be far worse for Cigoerne than another Afritan attack on Ensenla or anywhere else along Cigoerne’s northern border.

Could there be other reasons? Quite possibly, although Lerial has no idea what they might be, only that it’s unlikely that they would be any better than the alternatives that he already suspects are the reasons for the Afritan withdrawal.

Copyright © 2014 by L. E. Modesitt, Jr.


(Continues...)

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Heritage of Cyador 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love these books. Almost wish I could live there. Not sure if I would rather be an order mage or chaos master or just a gray mage. The author gives great arguments for all 3. Of course he has people from all walks of life doing great things that they usually aren't prepared to do, but they manage some how. He has put everything needed in this world that is necessary to survive. In this book, a 16 year old has to grow up quickly.
iowashort More than 1 year ago
As always Modesitt Jr. does not disappoint. I really enjoyed this and the only fault is that it ends too soon.
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LScott More than 1 year ago
This was a book that I did stay up and read at every opportunity. It is a Modesitt work so the characters, setting and plot are high caliber.. that being said, the ending left me waiting for the "other shoe to drop." I assume that the next book with take care of that issue. I do recommend the book, especially to Modesitt enthusiasts.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Heritage of cyador completes an arc of stories that goes all the way back to themagic engineer. War and magic intermix in a land of legend and lore. Names from previous novels became clearer. The idea of a "book" that tells all without revealing anything adds to this sword and sorcery novel
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found this to be an excellent follow up to the last novel in the series, "Cyador's Heirs ", and a fun read as a stand alone story. Yet I must say that as a part of the overall saga of recluse I am of two minds: on the one hand these two books explore a part of the history that i wanted a glimpse into, does so well, through the eyes of an enjoyable and relatable antagonist, and does enjoy a greater sense of place if you've read the others. But it also suffers a bit from a certain familiarity and predictability if you have read Modesitt's works in this world before. Still, having read every recluse novel, the entire corean chronicles, the spellsong cycle, and all of the imager novels currenty in print (up to rex regis as i write this) some of them multiple times; I can honestly say it was alot of fun to read, and worth every penny I paid to preorder it. It just didn't surprise me very often at all, but then, the only truly surprising thing mr. Modesitt could do forme at this point would be to disappoint me.