{"id":3934,"date":"2026-01-03T23:57:33","date_gmt":"2026-01-03T23:57:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/riftwar-cycle-14-krondor-the-betrayal-feist-raymond-e\/"},"modified":"2026-01-03T23:57:33","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T23:57:33","slug":"riftwar-cycle-14-krondor-the-betrayal-feist-raymond-e","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/epub-book.com\/download\/riftwar-cycle-14-krondor-the-betrayal-feist-raymond-e\/","title":{"rendered":"Riftwar Cycle 14 – Krondor: The Betrayal – Feist, Raymond E"},"content":{"rendered":"
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And to Jerry Lutrell, for keeping me apprised of what was what early on.<\/div>\n
My wife, Kathlyn S. Starbuck, for being who she is.<\/div>\n
My children, Jessica and James, for keeping me in touch with what\u2019s important daily and for being the most wonderful children any father could ask for.<\/div>\n
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Locklear, Squire of the Prince of Krondor\u2019s 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. Fall nights in the South might still be soft and warm, but up here in the North, Fall 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.<\/div>\n

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Sergeant Bales said, \u201cGets nippy up here, Squire.\u201d The sergeant had heard the rumor about the young noble\u2019s sudden appearance in Tyr-Sog, some matter involving a young woman married to a well-connected merchant in Krondor. Locklear wouldn\u2019t be the first young dandy sent to the frontier to get him out of an angry husband\u2019s reach. \u201cNot as balmy as Krondor, sorry to say, sir.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cReally?\u201d asked the young squire, dryly.<\/div>\n

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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. Rumors had been circulating that renegades and moredhel\u2014dark elves known as the Brotherhood of the Dark Path\u2014were 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.<\/div>\n

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Locklear knew as well as the men garrisoned there that the chance of any activity along the small passes over the mountains in late fall or early winter was unusual. While the freeze had just come to the foothills, the higher passes would already be thick with snow, then choked with mud should a brief thaw occur.<\/div>\n

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Yet since the war known as the Great Uprising\u2014the invasion of the Kingdom by the army of Murmandamus, the charismatic leader of the dark elves\u2014ten years ago, any activity was to be investigated, and that order came directly from King Lyam.<\/div>\n

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\u201cYes, must be a bit of a change from the Prince\u2019s court, Squire,\u201d prodded the sergeant. Locklear had looked the part of a Krondorian dandy\u2014tall, slender, a finely garbed young man in his mid-twenties, affecting a moustache and long ringlets\u2014when he reached Tyr-Sog. Locklear thought the moustache and fine clothing made him look older, but if anything the impact was the opposite of his desired intent.<\/div>\n

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Locklear had enough of the sergeant\u2019s playful baiting, and observed, \u201cStill, it\u2019s warmer than I remember the other side of the mountains being.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cOther side, sir?\u201d asked the sergeant.<\/div>\n

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\u201cThe Northlands,\u201d said Locklear. \u201cEven in the spring and summer the nights are cold.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The sergeant looked askance at the young man. \u201cYou\u2019ve been there, Squire?\u201d Few men who were not renegades or weapons runners had visited the Northlands and lived to return to the Kingdom.<\/div>\n

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\u201cWith the Prince,\u201d replied Locklear. \u201cI was with him at Armengar and Highcastle.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The sergeant fell silent and looked ahead. The soldiers nearest Locklear exchanged glances and nods. One whispered to the man behind him. No soldier living in the North hadn\u2019t heard of the fall of Armengar before the hosts of Murmandamus, the powerful moredhel leader who had destroyed the human city in the Northlands and then had invaded the Kingdom. Only his defeat at Sethanon, ten years before, had kept his army of dark elves, trolls, goblins, and giants from rending the Kingdom.<\/div>\n

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The survivors of Armengar had come to live in Yabon, not far from Tyr-Sog, and the great battle and the flight of the survivors, as well as the part played by Prince Arutha and his companions, had grown in the telling. Any man who had served with Prince Arutha and Guy du Bas-Tyra could only be judged a hero. With a reappraising glance at the young man, the sergeant kept his silence.<\/div>\n

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Locklear\u2019s amusement at shutting up the voluble sergeant was short-lived, as the snow started to freshen, blowing harder by the minute. He might have gained enough stature with the garrison to be treated with more respect in days to come, but he was still a long way from the court in Krondor, the fine wines and pretty girls. It would take a miracle for him to get back in Arutha\u2019s good graces anytime before the next winter found him still trapped in a rural court with dullards.<\/div>\n

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After ten minutes of silent travel, the sergeant said, \u201cAnother two miles, sir, and we can start back.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear said nothing. By the time they returned to the garrison, it would be dark and even colder than it presently was. He would welcome the warm fire in the soldiers\u2019 commons and probably content himself sharing a meal with the troops, unless the Baron requested he dine with the household. Locklear judged that unlikely, as the Baron had a flirtatious young daughter who had fawned on the visiting young noble the first night he had appeared in Tyr-Sog, and the Baron full well knew why Locklear was at his court. The two times since he had dined with the Baron, the daughter had been conspicuously absent.<\/div>\n

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There was an inn not too far from the castle, but by the time he had returned to the castle, he knew he would be too sick of the cold and snow to brave the elements again, even for that short distance; besides, the only two barmaids there were fat and dull.<\/div>\n

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With a silent sigh of resignation, Locklear realized that by the arrival of spring they might look lovely and charming to him. <\/div>\n

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Locklear just prayed he would be permitted to return to Krondor by the Midsummer\u2019s Festival of Banapis. He would write to his best friend, Squire James, and ask him to use his influence to get Arutha to recall him early. Half a year up here was punishment enough.<\/div>\n

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\u201cSeigneur,\u201d said Sergeant Bales, using Locklear\u2019s formal title, \u201cwhat\u2019s that?\u201d He pointed up the rocky path. Movement among the rocks had caught the sergeant\u2019s eye. <\/div>\n

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Locklear replied, \u201cI don\u2019t know. Let\u2019s go take a look.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Bales motioned, and the patrol turned left, moving up the path. Quickly the scene before them resolved itself. A lone figure, on foot, hurried down the rocky path, and from behind the sounds of pursuit could be heard.<\/div>\n

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\u201cLooks like a renegade had a falling-out with some Brothers of the Dark Path,\u201d said Sergeant Bales.<\/div>\n

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Locklear pulled his own sword. \u201cRenegade or not, we can\u2019t let the dark elves carve him up. It might make them think they could come south and harass common citizens at whim.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cReady!\u201d shouted the sergeant, and the veteran patrol pulled swords.<\/div>\n

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The lone figure saw the soldiers, hesitated a moment, then ran forward. Locklear could see he was a tall man, covered by a dark grey cloak which effectively hid his features. Behind him on foot came a dozen dark elves.<\/div>\n

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\u201cLet us go amongst them,\u201d said the sergeant calmly.<\/div>\n

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Locklear commanded the patrol in theory, but he had enough combat experience to stay out of the way when a veteran sergeant was giving orders.<\/div>\n

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The horsemen charged up the pass, moving by the lone figure, to fall upon the moredhel. The Brotherhood of the Dark Path were many things; cowardly and inept in warcraft were not among those things. The fighting was fierce, but the Kingdom soldiers had two advantages, horses and the fact the weather had rendered the dark elves\u2019 bows useless. The moredhel didn\u2019t even attempt to draw their wet strings, knowing they could hardly send a bowshaft toward the enemy, let alone pierce armor.<\/div>\n

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A single dark elf, larger than the rest, leaped atop a rock, his gaze fixed upon the fleeing figure. Locklear moved his horse to block the creature, who turned his attention toward the young noble.<\/div>\n

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They locked gazes for a moment, and Locklear could feel the creature\u2019s hatred. Silently he seemed to mark Locklear, as if remembering him for a future confrontation. Then he shouted an order, and the moredhel began their withdrawal up the pass.<\/div>\n

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Sergeant Bales knew better than to pursue into a pass when he had less than a dozen yards\u2019 visibility. Besides, the weather was worsening.<\/div>\n

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Locklear turned to find a lone figure leaning against a boulder a short distance behind the trail. Locklear moved his horse close to the man, and called down, \u201cI am Squire Locklear of the Prince\u2019s court. You better have a good story for us, renegade.\u201d<\/div>\n

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There was no response from the man, his features still hidden by the deep cowl of his heavy cloak. The sounds of fighting trailed off as the moredhel broke off and fled up the pass, crawling into the rocks above the path so the riders could not follow.<\/div>\n

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The figure before Locklear regarded him a moment, then slowly reached up to throw back his cowl. Dark, alien eyes regarded the young noble. These were features Locklear had seen before, high brow, close-cropped hair. Arching eyebrows and large, upswept and lobeless ears. But this was no elf who stood before him; Locklear could feel it in his bones. The dark eyes that regarded him could barely hide their contempt.<\/div>\n

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In heavily accented King\u2019s Tongue, the creature said, \u201cI am no renegade, human.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Sergeant Bales rode up and said, \u201cDamn! A Brother of the Dark Path. Must have been some tribal thing, with those others trying to kill him.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The moredhel fixed Locklear with his gaze, studying him for a long moment, then he said, \u201cIf you are from the Prince\u2019s court, then you may help me.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cHelp you?\u201d said the sergeant. \u201cWe\u2019re most likely going to hang you, murderer.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear held up his hand for silence. \u201cWhy should we help you, moredhel?\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cBecause I bring a word of warning for your prince.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cWarning of what?\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cThat is for him to know. Will you take me to him?\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear glanced at the sergeant, who said, \u201cWe should take him to see the Baron.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cNo,\u201d said the moredhel. \u201cI will only speak with Prince Arutha.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ll speak to whoever we tell you to, butcher!\u201d said Bales, his voice edged in hatred. He had been fighting the Brotherhood of the Dark Path his entire life and had seen their cruelty many times.<\/div>\n

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Locklear said, \u201cI know his kind. You can set fire to his feet and burn him up to his neck, and if he doesn\u2019t want to talk, he won\u2019t talk.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The moredhel said, \u201cTrue.\u201d He again studied Locklear, and said, \u201cYou have faced my people?\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cArmengar,\u201d said Locklear. \u201cAgain at Highcastle. Then at Sethanon.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cIt is Sethanon about which I need to speak to your prince,\u201d said the moredhel.<\/div>\n

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Locklear turned to the sergeant, and said, \u201cLeave us for a moment, Sergeant.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Bales hesitated, but there was a note of command in the young noble\u2019s voice, no hint of deference to the sergeant; this was an order. The sergeant turned and moved his patrol away.<\/div>\n

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\u201cSay on,\u201d said Locklear.<\/div>\n

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\u201cI am Gorath, Chieftain of the Ardanien.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear studied Gorath. By human standards he looked young, but Locklear had been around enough elves and seen enough moredhel to know that was deceiving. This one had a beard streaked with white and grey, as well as a few lines around his eyes; Locklear guessed he might be better than two hundred years old by what he had seen among elvenkind. Gorath wore armor that was well crafted and a cloak of especially fine weave; Locklear judged it possible he was exactly what he said he was. \u201cWhat does a moredhel chieftain speak of to a Prince of the Kingdom?\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cMy words are for Prince Arutha alone.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear said, \u201cIf you don\u2019t want to spend what remains of your life in the Baron\u2019s dungeon at Tyr-Sog, you had better say something that will convince me to take you to Krondor.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The moredhel looked a long time at Locklear, then motioned for him to come closer. Keeping his hand upon a dagger in his belt, should the dark elf try something, he leaned close to his horse\u2019s neck, so he could put his face near Gorath\u2019s.<\/div>\n

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Gorath whispered in Locklear\u2019s ear. \u201cMurmandamus lives.\u201d<\/div>\n

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Locklear leaned back and was silent a moment, then he turned his horse. \u201cSergeant Bales!\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cSir!\u201d returned the old veteran, answering Locklear\u2019s commanding tone of voice with a note of respect.<\/div>\n

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\u201cPut this prisoner in chains. We return to Tyr-Sog, now. And no one is to speak with him without my leave.\u201d<\/div>\n

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\u201cSir!\u201d repeated the sergeant, motioning to two of his men to hurry forward and do as ordered.<\/div>\n

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Locklear leaned over his horse\u2019s neck again, and said, \u201cYou may be lying to stay alive, Gorath, or you may have some dreadful message for Prince Arutha. It matters not to me, for either way I return to Krondor, starting first thing in the morning.\u201d<\/div>\n

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The dark elf said nothing, content to stand stoically as he was disarmed by two soldiers. He remained silent as manacles were fastened around his wrists, linked by a short span of heavy chain. He held his hands before him a moment after the manacles were locked, then slowly lowered them. He looked at Locklear, then turned and began walking toward Tyr-Sog, without waiting for his guards\u2019 leave.<\/div>\n

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Locklear motioned for the sergeant to follow and rode up to walk his horse next to Gorath, through the worsening weather.<\/div>\n
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