Cover
Title Page
Dedication Page
Map
Prologue
The Free City of Ness was known around the worldâ¦
Part 1
Under the Flag of Parley
Chapter One
On the far side of the Whitewall mountains, in theâ¦
Chapter Two
There was a mountain, and then there was no mountain.
Chapter Three
At dawnâas promisedâCroy returned, looking a little tousled after ridingâ¦
Chapter Four
On a map the fortress of Helstrow would have resembledâ¦
Chapter Five
Inside the common room of the inn, food and wineâ¦
Chapter Six
Bursting out into the sunlight, Malden turned his head wildlyâ¦
Chapter Seven
The marketers all fled or pressed into the doors ofâ¦
Chapter Eight
When Malden burst out of the inn, Cythera leapt toâ¦
Chapter Nine
They dragged Malden through the gate to the inner bailey,â¦
Chapter Ten
âThis way, sir knight, milady,â the castellan said, and usheredâ¦
Chapter Eleven
Ulfram V was a year younger than Croy, but theâ¦
Chapter Twelve
âIs this true, Croy?â the king demanded. âDid youâin factâmakeâ¦
Chapter Thirteen
Instantly Ghostcutter came to Croyâs hand. Beside him he sawâ¦
Chapter Fourteen
After Mörgain left, no one spoke for some while. Croyâ¦
Chapter Fifteen
After darkness fell, Malden and Croy headed back into theâ¦
Chapter Sixteen
He made a point of saying no more until theyâ¦
Chapter Seventeen
Cythera stood by the window in their room at theâ¦
Chapter Eighteen
Malden never actually lost consciousness, but between the pain inâ¦
Chapter Nineteen
The bridge across the river Strow began and ended withinâ¦
Chapter Twenty
In the kingâs own chapel in the keep at Helstrow,â¦
Chapter Twenty-One
The day after the gates of Helstrow were sealed, theâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Two
Malden put his hand on Acidtongueâs hilt, but kept theâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Three
T he woman from the milehouse turned out to beâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Four
Croyâs rounsey whickered and bucked as he climbed onto itsâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Five
The king walked his horse up to where the twoâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Six
The king of Skrae spluttered in rage. Croy didnât blameâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Behind the portcullis, soldiers shouted at one another and menâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Berserkers crashed up against the gate, straining and howling asâ¦
Chapter Twenty-Nine
âWhere do we take him?â Orne asked, when they wereâ¦
Part 2
The Sleeping King
Interlude
There was a place in the Free City of Nessâ¦
Chapter Thirty
Helstrow burned for days. The barbarians were too busy celebratingâ¦
Chapter Thirty-One
Just outside the gates of Ness a recruiting serjeant hadâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Two
Cythera found her mother down in Swampwall, where the riverâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Three
After Cythera went to find her mother, Malden led Slagâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Four
âThatâs ridiculous,â Malden said. How could he be Cutbillâs mostâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Five
âAlright,â Malden said. âWell, thatâs got me up to date.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Croy brought the whetstone carefully up the iron edge ofâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Through the stout oak door, Croy could hear the voicesâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Eight
The river Skrait twisted through Ness, carving its way betweenâ¦
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Walking through the brambles surrounding Coruthâs shack was disincitement enough,â¦
Chapter Forty
Malden moved out of the way as Coruth swept intoâ¦
Chapter Forty-One
When dinner was finished Malden took his leave. He wasâ¦
Chapter Forty-Two
The thieves of Ness gathered just before midnight, when theâ¦
Chapter Forty-Three
A few murmurs drifted up from the crowd regardless ofâ¦
Chapter Forty-Four
Perhaps there was a second reason why Cutbill had chosenâ¦
Chapter Forty-Five
âI have grand plans for the people of Skrae,â theâ¦
Chapter Forty-Six
The sky glowed a deep blue-black that made Maldenâs headâ¦
Chapter Forty-Seven
The air in Coruthâs house felt like it had beenâ¦
Chapter Forty-Eight
Mörget whirled his axe through the air and brought itâ¦
Chapter Forty-Nine
The bandit camp proved a sorry affair. Two dozen menâ¦
Chapter Fifty
Barbarian pickets controlled the road between Helstrow and Redweir, butâ¦
Chapter Fifty-One
The Baron sighed and looked down at his maps andâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Two
Money kept coming in, as it always had, and thatâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Three
It didnât take long for the thief-takers to make theirâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Four
Slag followed Malden all the way across the Sawyerâs Bridgeâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Five
âProtection?â Malden repeated, when Herwig had told him what sheâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Six
Croy knelt low in the brambles by the side ofâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Seven
I didnât want this job, Malden thought. I never askedâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Eight
It wasnât easy getting the word out so late inâ¦
Chapter Fifty-Nine
An old fishwife with a face like a rotten parsnipâ¦
Chapter Sixty
Coruth did not wait to hear if he would follow.
Chapter Sixty-One
In a muddy field just off the Helstrow road, Baronâ¦
Chapter Sixty-Two
Mörgainâs barbarians were distracted by the archers and turned outwardsâ¦