Quest for Lost Heroes (Drenai Tales, Book 3)
The Drenai stronghold had fallen. Now blood-hungry Nadir hordes unfold desolation and depression throughout all of the lands...
...even tiny Gothir, the place slavers seized a tender lady whereas the villagers seemed the opposite way--all however the peasant boy Kiall. His not likely rescue try out might lead around the savage steppes and on during the Halls of Hell. The formative years could face ferocious beasts, lethal warriors, and demons of the darkish; he could emerge a man--or no longer emerge at all.
But Kiall wouldn't face those risks on my own. Heroes out of legend joined his quest: Chareos the Blademaster, Beltzer the Axeman, and the bowmen Finn and Maggrig. And one amongst their corporation concealed a mystery which may unfastened the realm of Nadir domination. That one was once the Nadir Bane, the wish of the Drenai. That one used to be the Earl of Bronze.
Thus did a look for a stolen slave lady turn into a quest that will shake the very international.
Sanctuary of the monastery appeared far away, and melancholy hit him like a actual blow. this present day the earl had attempted to have him killed—and for what? All as a result activities of an boastful baby. He glanced on the napping villager. The boy had obvious his village razed and his household taken, and he had now been whipped so as to add to his discomfort. Justice used to be for the wealthy … it usually were. Chareos leaned ahead and threw a piece of wooden at the hearth. one of many 3 lanterns at the wall guttered and.
Staggered. “What’s the problem with him?” “He suffered a whipping,” snapped Chareos, rubbing at his ribs, “which i believe you simply reminded him of. Do you reside the following now?” “After a manner. I’ve been supporting Naza, the tavern proprietor. Come, you want to be death of thirst. Let’s have a drink or … or 3. Gods, what a fortunate day! I’ll fetch us a few ale.” Beltzer ambled away towards the tavern. “What was once that?” Kiall requested. “That used to be Beltzer. as soon as obvious, by no means to be forgotten.” “Beltzer?” whispered.
Son, and we of the home of Arngir are used to victory. the teachings will resume.” Chareos rose and met the earl’s icy stare. “I may still indicate, my lord, that I obtain no pay. I chose—as a unfastened man—to administer the teachings. i select as a loose guy to stop them. i'm shrunk to nobody and for this reason am now not below the law.” “Then you're telling me that the insult to my family members stands? be cautious, Chareos. ponder what that means.” The monk took a deep, gradual breath. “My lord,” he stated at.
cease you.” “Then that needs to suffice,” acknowledged Harokas. Kiall spurred his horse right into a run, and the beast was once blowing demanding by the point they reached the hilltop. Harokas at a extra sedate velocity. Chareos, Beltzer, and Okas have been seated within the clearing, yet of Maggrig and Finn there has been no signal. Kiall dismounted and began to inform Chareos approximately Ravenna, however the blademaster waved him to silence. “I know,” he stated, his gaze mounted at the rider following Kiall. Harokas slid from the saddle and bowed.
Chareos. it truly is unattainable that it may be the bald, fats one.” “I comprehend what you suggest. Beltzer isn't really precisely cultured.” The sound of a strolling horse got here to them, and Beltzer leapt up, his ax in his arms. Kiall stood, drawing his saber, as Harokas guided his mount into the camp and stepped down. “I proposal you had long gone for good,” stated Beltzer. “So did I,” responded Harokas, wearily, “but i discovered your friend.” “Maggrig?” Beltzer whispered. “Yes.” Finn lurched to his toes and ran ahead.