The Twelve Kingdoms: The Talon of the Hawk

The Twelve Kingdoms: The Talon of the Hawk

by Jeffe Kennedy

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ISBN-13: 9780758294470
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 05/26/2015
Series: Twelve Kingdoms Series
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 1,283,359
Product dimensions: 5.48(w) x 8.24(h) x 1.18(d)
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

Jeffe Kennedy is an award-winning author with a writing career that spans decades. She lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and a Doctor of Oriental Medicine. Jeffe can be found online at JeffeKennedy.com, or every Sunday at the popular Word Whores blog.

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The Talon of the Hawk

The Twelve Kingdoms


By JEFFE KENNEDY

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Jeffe Kennedy
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-7582-9448-7


CHAPTER 1

The bright pennants of Ordnung, High King Uorsin's rampant bear topping them all, snapped in the cool breezes from the high mountain peaks. Those pristine white towers, the banners of the Twelve Kingdoms gathered under one, all symbolized my father and King's greatest triumph. One I believed in with all my being.

Or had once believed in.

From the ravages of internecine wars and crippling enmities, Uorsin had united the kingdoms, bringing them together in lasting peace, capped by the shining castle he built on the ruins of the past. Always, no matter in what condition I returned home, I'd felt a surge of elation at the sight, pride in my legacy and sacred duty.

Not this sick dread.

As we rode closer, the formidable grandeur of Ordnung only mocked me for my many failures of the past months. Soon I would stand before my King, and I had no idea how I would explain myself and my actions. Or what price he would exact.

"Nervous?" Dafne, riding on her gentle palfrey, studied me with serious eyes. A scholarly woman with a quiet manner, she asked with complete sincerity what might sound like a taunt from another.

"Being nervous would imply that I'm uncertain about the confrontation to come," I told her. "I am ... readying myself for King Uorsin's sure disappointment." And his rage. Never forget the bear's towering fury. As if I could.

"You don't need me to tell you, but you did the right thing, Your Highness. I wasn't sure which you would choose—love or duty."

"Think you I could have ripped a newborn from my baby sister's arms, with her barely recovered from believing her daughter dead, hard upon the heels of her husband's murder?"

Dafne considered the question with due gravity. Which made her interesting. No court sycophant she, with ready answers to most please the people who governed her fate.

"Before I answer, I'd like to make clear that I don't agree with the word 'murder.' You did not kill Prince Hugh in cold blood, but rather in the heat of battle. More self-defense than anything."

Remembering the sickening feel of my sword cutting through Hugh's neck, realizing I'd killed my sister's husband, I knew better. All of it had happened so fast—Hugh lunging to kill Rayfe, my other sister Andi thrusting herself between them. I'd acted without thought, though hardly without consequence.

"Self-defense means defending one's own self. I was in no danger. He was my ally and did not deserve to die by my blade. Nor for me to compound my guilt by fobbing off responsibility for it onto Andi and the Tala."

"Queen Andromeda was right to insist on taking the blame. If Princess Amelia hadn't taken it as a reason to incite Avonlidgh to civil war, Old King Erich would have."

"Which is happening anyway. Warring over an infant heir." The disgust and frustration that had ridden me these past months leaked into my tone. Speaking to Dafne, though, and surrounded by my loyal Hawks, I could say what I normally would not. Ami and Hugh's son belonged neither to Uorsin nor to Old Erich, though you wouldn't know it from the way the two kings behaved, both claiming him as heir. If I hadn't killed Hugh, we wouldn't be in this particular battle. One the Twelve, already plagued with problems, could ill afford.

"That's on Erich, not you. As for the question of murder, I'd put forth that defending your sister is the same for you as defending yourself. Both of your sisters are part of you on a profound level. In a way that even Queen Andromeda and Princess Amelia don't fully appreciate."

A legal scholar's mind, there. Always useful in a companion for someone in my position. "And the answer to my question?"

"Yes," Dafne decided. "I think you would and could do anything. You're certainly capable. If you believed it to be the right thing to do."

"Obeying the High King is the right thing to do," I replied, knowing full well I hadn't done so. The grind of guilt and failure made my bones ache. "Semantic arguments aside, the High King commanded that I bring Amelia's son to Ordnung. I could have and did not."

"Some truths exceed the law of man."

"But not the law of the King."

"The King is but a man."

"Don't let High King Uorsin hear you say that, librarian. You won't long keep your place—or your head—speaking that way."

"Would you report me?" She cocked her head, brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. No trepidation there—only apparent genuine interest. As if she had already gathered her information and predicted my actions. The answer I gave her would simply confirm or deny her theories.

"Have you no fear at all, Lady Mailloux?" I asked, instead of feeding her the insights she sought. Let her continue to speculate.

She transferred her gaze to the castle, imposing on its rise, framed by the snowcapped mountains. The corners of her soft mouth tightened. "It's always strange to me to see it as it is," she commented. "In my mind's eye, I still see Castle Columba, though it's been gone nigh on thirty years. I don't know if it's fear or something else that digs at me now."

"And yet, you return, for a second time."

"It seems to be my fate." She gave me a wry smile. Amelia was right that Lady Dafne Mailloux often failed to observe courtesy. Not that it bothered me. So did my Hawks and the other soldiers I regularly trained, traveled, and fought with. Something about focusing on a greater purpose relegated the bowing and scraping to the negligible category. "Besides, I owe you. When we thought Stella dead, you wanted to spare Princess Amelia the pain of it, to let her rejoice in having Astar happy and healthy. I expected you to be angry with me for forcing the truth into the open."

She would be the one to lay it out there, when others would avoid the subject. Those had been dark hours, Ami near death from birthing the twins, then finding the girl, Stella, dead in her cradle. At least the boy, Astar, had stayed strong.

"I was wrong to conceal it from her." I shrugged, using the motion to loosen my shoulders. Not that it worked. "Not only because she had the wit to see through the trick that I did not."

"I saw Stella's dead body, too," she reminded me. "That black magic fooled us both."

Enough that we'd even buried her, giving someone enough time to abduct little Stella. Everything in me champed at the bit to be searching for my niece, to be helping Amelia instead of riding into Ordnung. Infinitely preferable to facing the High King with the news I brought. Nevertheless—and though it had nearly killed me—I'd followed my duty and returned home. Though we'd traveled fast, a messenger could have caught up with us. I kept expecting one, saying they'd recovered the babe. With each passing hour that the news failed to arrive, my dread and uneasiness that I'd made the wrong decision grew. Lately what had once been black and white had shaded into disturbing grays.

"I disobeyed a direct command," Dafne persisted. "You would have been within rights to kill or dismiss me for it. So I owe you."

"I should have given her credit for needing to know the truth, for being strong enough to stand up to the pain. You owe me nothing."

"Nevertheless, I have an idea of what you'll have to deal with at Ordnung, and I couldn't live with myself if I let you face it alone. Returning with you was the least I could do."

She meant that well, in all earnestness, so I didn't comment. Didn't say that no one and nothing could spare me my father's wrath. I'd learned that lesson early.

We'd passed through the outlying farms and rode through the extensive township that surrounded Ordnung. People moved about busily, with the many chores of summer at hand. They acknowledged our passing with respectful bows and salutes—and something else. A sense of wariness that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

We did not travel with fanfare. Out of long familiarity with my comings and goings, the people did not dote as they might have on the rest of the royal family, so I did not expect effusive greetings. I preferred it this way—in part because it relieved me to dispense with the pomp and formalities when not necessary, but also because it gave me opportunity to take the measure of the people of Mohraya, the small kingdom that housed Ordnung.

Uorsin saw to his own first, so the Mohrayans generally fared better than the other eleven kingdoms, regardless of the swings in harvest yields and other variable producers of wealth. No matter how severe the troubles in other parts of the Twelve Kingdoms—some I'd seen too much of lately, sorrows that weighed on me—I could usually count on at least Mohraya to be doing well.

Not so, it appeared. One more problem added to the precarious pile that threatened to topple over onto us all.

No, things were not right here. The town burst at the seams, crowded with people. Overly so, despite the increased activity of the warm season. The farmers and livestock growers ought to be out on their land, tending to those concerns.

Perhaps I'd lost my count of days and they'd come into town for market or a fair. But I didn't think so.

For a start, many of the people gathering in the squares were neither buying nor selling. I'd never expect to recognize all the faces, but the citizenry teemed with unfamiliar looks. More men than usual. Tall ones, light haired, with broad, exotic features.

I called over my lieutenant. "Marskal." I kept my tone easy, conversational, so he wouldn't go on alert. "What am I seeing here?"

"Seems the population has grown during our travels, Captain," he replied blandly. He'd been taking note, too, then. Part of why I relied on him.

"What do you put it down to?"

"We've long heard of the increasing conscription rates."

"Those are foreigners, not raw recruits and new conscripts."

"True," he agreed.

"I've read the people of Dasnaria across the Onyx Ocean described as such," Dafne, still riding on my other side, observed.

"Tall, fair-haired, strongly built."

"Is that so," I replied. Both of them, knowing I did not ask a question, remained silent. I misliked it, foreboding crawling up my already aching spine. They could only be here with Uorsin's knowledge, which made no sense to me. But then, so much of his behavior had become erratic. Ever since Andi rode home with the Tala on her tail. Absolute loyalty to my King and father meant I should not question him. As his heir, it fell to me to give him my unqualified faith and support.

I hated feeling that erode, even in the quiet depths of my heart, where I harbored doubts I spoke of to no one. That I could hardly bear to examine myself.

The nearer we drew to the castle walls, the more of these exotic men we spied. All hardened warriors to my eye, all heavily armed. Uorsin had dropped hints about having other resources beyond the somewhat questionable loyalty of the Twelve. Ordnung's guards manned the outposts and the usual positions on the walls—and then some. I counted surreptitiously, lazily turning my face to the sun. More than twice the standard posting. Looked like he'd dug into those other resources after all.

The conflict with the Tala and the overall unrest in the Twelve had made the High King wary. Understandable. But these changes edged past that into paranoia. Along with an expense we could not afford. More fears I'd never give voice to.

"Jepp reported no alert, correct?" I asked Marskal. I knew our scout hadn't, but it never hurt to confirm.

Jepp, at Marskal's head tilt, jogged her agile mountain pony closer. "Captain." She nodded at me. "I checked only at the guard gates, and they gave the all clear. No mention of ... this."

"Pass the word to be on alert, then."

Jepp saluted and fell back. Not that I needed to tell my Hawks that something was awry in Ordnung. They knew it as well as or better than I did. As much as we could not be less than on alert, telling them so meant that they pulled in closer, taking long-rehearsed positions. Dafne remained placid, a pleased smile on her lips, though she had to be aware of her vulnerability.

"You might have done better to stay at Windroven, after all," I commented to her.

"I'll stick with you, if that's all right. Right with you. I'll keep up."

Before we undertook this journey, I had doubted that. Now I felt certain she could keep up with the best of my Hawks. Unless we fled flat out and it was frankly too late for that. Even if I hadn't been honor bound to return to Ordnung to face the King with the bad news, my instincts warned we'd have to fight our way free—impossible dds, not to mention a traitorous act.

On that thought, guards stepped up to bar our passage into Ordnung. More of the foreigners, their helms making them look even taller.

"Who approaches Ordnung?" one demanded in our Common Tongue, though his accent twisted the words.

I stared him down, showing my great displeasure at being questioned, transforming the deep unease into righteous fury. "Who dares raise a blade to a Princess of the Realm, Heir to the High Throne of the Twelve Kingdoms?"

Jepp and Marksal drew up closer, their battle readiness almost an audible buzz in my ears. For a moment, it seemed it might come to that, the foreign guard undaunted, scrutinizing me for some sign that I was who I claimed to be. I flexed my hand on the hilt of my sword, edging Dafne more behind me.

A series of shouts in another language relayed from the walls and my challenger cocked his head, nodded, and stepped aside. "Welcome home, Your Highness." He bowed but did not apologize. I ignored him and rode forward, not feeling welcome at all.

We passed through the outer gates, the shadow of the walls passing chill over me.

CHAPTER 2

We rode into the outer courtyard of Ordnung, the eyes of the castle guard continuing heavy on my back. Since when had our usual guard been replaced with foreigners who knew so little of our realm that I would be regarded with such pointed suspicion? I would have to discuss this with Lord Percy. Unlike him to man the walls with no one to recognize when important personages approached the gates.

All we needed now was a diplomatic incident because a noble of the Twelve got skewered on our doorstep by an untrained guard.

Unless this wasn't a mistake and the High King had publicly disinherited me already, upon hearing the news of Astar's birth. Or declared me a traitor as I had neither rejoined our forces poised at stalemate with Erich's nor returned with the babe. His spies would have long noted that Ami did not ride with me and that we moved at a pace too rapid for an infant. He'd never directly ordered me to join his army encamped near the river east of Lianore, but normally I would have. The last I'd heard, Uorsin's army had not moved to intercept Erich's on the march to Windroven to "celebrate the birth of Avonlidgh's heir."

Both preserving the fiction that civil war had not yet begun in earnest.

I straightened my spine, wishing the ache away. For all the good that did. Too much time in the saddle or sitting long hours in bad chairs while I contemplated the awful possibility that Amelia might die. The rest of the Hawks looked tense to my eye as well, though I doubted a more casual observer would notice. They called out greetings to the watchful guard and joked among themselves, creating the illusion of a pleasant homecoming. The appearance of victory could be as vital as the actual accomplishment.

We dismounted in the inner courtyard, the young grooms dashing up as usual to take the horses. That much hadn't changed. But I did not recognize the guard at the door, which I absolutely should have, and my ladies did not appear to persuade me to bathe and change into a gown before greeting King and court. I would have refused, but they always made the attempt.

I'd been gone quite a long time. Perhaps that explained it.

Dafne raised her eyebrow, ever so slightly. No expression of interest now. She'd marked the changes, too. Nervous? Her question echoed in my head, as if it had been a warning.

Danu take them all, this wasn't right.

"Your Highness?" Marskal saluted me and the rest of the Hawks echoed the movement. It marked the transition for me, from warrior to princess. I never much liked this moment, but it wouldn't do to enter my father's court flanked by my specially trained team of crack soldiers. Though I might need them. Especially with the cold whisper of a traitor's fate breathing down my neck.

"Well ridden, well fought," I replied, placing my clenched fist over my heart, returning the salute. "You're dismissed."


(Continues...)

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read, you will not be disappointed.
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I really liked and I look forward to reading others in the series.
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WildAboutBones More than 1 year ago
4.5 stars! A Medieval bad boy & new BBF This is the story of a rabbit (Harlan) and a hawk (Ursula)…loyalty and betrayal…love and disappointment…shifters and magic…set in the medieval fantasy world of the Twelve Kingdoms…and the Thirteenth. I’m so sad this series is now finished. But wait! A prequel has just been released. *Happy dance* I appreciate having the maps before the start of the story. It only took two paragraphs, and I was back immersed in the Twelve Kingdoms. This is written in first person, which I usually hate, but the underlying story overcame my dislike for the voice and shines. I was charmed by the hero… I laughed… I got all weepy in places… I enjoyed the smoking hot chemistry between Harlan and Ursula… I stayed up all night to finish the last two thirds of it. The mercenary captain Harlan (the hero) is a wily warrior – I just adore him. The way he flirts and tempts in such a masculine way…smoking hot! A Medieval bad boy to be sure. Just tempts you, ahem Ursula, into things… Harlan is definitely my new book boyfriend. He’s rough around the edges but just…yeah. You really should read this series in order. I haven’t read book 1, The Mark of the Tala, yet and therefore was a little lost in the beginning of book 2, The Tears of the Rose, because of it. While book 2 was good, this one is much better. And I will definitely be going back and reading book 1 and *clapping* the just-released prequel, Negotiation. If you haven’t read any of Jeffe Kennedy’s fantasy romance titles, you are definitely missing out. Ms. Kennedy is definitely on my “not to be missed” authors list.
jeanniezelos More than 1 year ago
     The Twelve Kingdoms: The Talon of the Hawk, Jeffe Kennedy Genre:  Romance, Fantasy/Sci-fi. Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews So, home stretch now but some fierce battles to be fought first. I’ve been enjoying this trilogy, not as much magic as Rogue but enough to keep things interesting, and to take the story in the right directions. I adored Rogue – the books and the character – and its hard to follow up that with another trilogy.  This trio has a very different feel to it – its got the magic connection, but focuses on the princesses as individuals. How they’ve changed – or my perception of them has changed – from the first novel. There they seemed so innocent in many ways, Ami, sweet and pretty but kind of vacuous in personality and focussed on the fairy-tale ending for princesses, Andi, tomboy, very uninterested in political machinations, just wanting to go out in the countryside and be with her beloved animals, and Ursula the Heir, brought up to reign after her King, and to put everyone and everything above her own needs. Now Ami has gained strength and a new love, and become someone who knows she has a place and a duty to uphold, Andi has found love with King Rafe and is fiercely protective of her people and Ursula – she’s trying her best to do what her King commands as ever, but its become tougher with his weird actions.  I’ve enjoyed the growth in the girls, love the way they’ve changed and found love. The story now brings the three back together and they find they can finally recognise each others strengths and support each other as their mother hoped. Her messages to them have been very cryptic and mystical, and have led them very close to disaster at times. The trouble with trying to foretell the future and help her daughters is that its fluid, it changes so she could only give them tools to fight what she could see. Poor Ursula, she has a hard row to hoe here, struggling with her duty when it goes against  her Kings commands. Fortunately the leader of the mercenaries her father has purchased proves to be a great source of support – being Ursula though can she learn to trust him, his help is essential but she’s un-used to support, she’s always been the support for others, needing none herself. this time though if they are to retrieve Ami’s baby daughter and save the Kingdoms they need to work closely and rely on each other for support.  There are some real shocks revealed finally, and I so felt for Ursula when certain things come out. The witch – its easy to see what she wants and yet their father seems entranced by her- something that proves all too true, and of course witchcraft and witches are hard enemies to have. This one is a particularly difficult enemy, having roots in Dark magic...they need all the help their mother has left them if peace is to reign.    Stars: Four, a fun, magical read   ARC provided by Netgalley and publishers