The Wanderer's Tale - Hardcover

Bilsborough, David

 
9780765318671: The Wanderer's Tale
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0765318679 ISBN 13: 9780765318671
Verlag: Tor Books, 2007

Inhaltsangabe

It has been five hundred years since the Peladanes stormed the distant stronghold of Vaagenfjord. There, the dreaded rawgr Drauglir and his supernatural minions had held sway over the mortal world, in a long, terrifying reign.
 
And now, the peace is broken. Rumors abound, ill omens have been seen, and a priest of the One God has had a vision. The rawgr--hideous, powerful creatures of which there were but few -- have reappeared and, from their far northern outpost, threaten to wreak vengeance on the descendants of the Peladanes who sacked their fortress centuries before.
 
Thus begins an epic adventure--a fabulous quest--the likes of which has never been told. David Bilsborough, a brilliant young author, has created a passionately imagined vision of Lyndormyn, a world teeming with peoples, history, cultures; a world rich with fabulous landscapes and hidden terrors; a world with compelling characters--human and other--some deadly, others merely remarkable.
 
In sum, his creation explores a world of wonders that will surprise and captivate readers with its masterfully woven tapestry of lives entrapped by the play of Time and Chance, Good and Evil, on a grand scale. It’s a sweeping epic to fire the imagination of readers everywhere.

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Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

David Bilsborough was born in Malvern, England, the hills of which inspired him to create the world of Lindormyn. The Wanderer’s Tale is the first of many Annals set in that world. He lives abroad, where he teaches English as a second language.


David Bilsborough was born in Malvern, England, the hills of which inspired him to create the world of Lindormyn. The Wanderer's Tale is the first of many Annals set in that world. He lives abroad, where he teaches English as a second language.

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Chapter One
 
The Moot at Wintus Hall
 
There was an air of mounting excitement as the market hall began to fill. Each passing minute would see more people pass through the heavy oaken doors to enter the echoing vaults beneath Wintus Hall, swelling the throng that waited in anticipation there. Although these vaults were cavernous, built to accommodate the entire household of Wintus Hall in the event of siege, those newly arriving had to push their way through the crowd just to find somewhere to stand. And with each minute the noise grew more tumultuous, as all waited impatiently for the proceedings to commence.
 
Master Gapp Radnar sat toward one end of the dais, squinting at the crowd through his spectacles and occasionally rubbing his reddened eyes. A thick haze of tobacco smoke hung in the air, its obnoxious fumes tainted further by the caustic odor of various other herbs being smoked throughout the hall. No one else even seemed to notice this pollution, but Gapp was suffering badly as his eyes smarted incessantly.
 
Occasionally he scratched the back of his neck in discomfort, where the thongs holding his lenses in place kept itching behind his ears. Despite his fifteen years, he felt very small and vulnerable sitting there, flanked by men who were all bigger and much more important. He was confronted by the largest crowd of onlookers he had ever seen in his life. All of them seemed to be staring right back at him, and he felt nervous, intimidated and so self-conscious that it was all he could do to stop himself burying his face in his hands.
 
Steepling his fingers before him in an effort to look self-collected and important, he covertly studied the men arrayed before him in the body of the hall.
 
What a bunch of blackguards, he thought. I wouldn't trust one of them to run an errand, let alone embark upon a sacred quest.
 
Ordinarily used as a meeting place of the Peladanes alone, it would normally have been a sea of green, that being the predominant color worn by their order. Peladane society observed strict rules of hierarchy, one's rank determining the number of colors one could wear, but each and every member, from highest to lowest, wore a long green robe called the Ulleanh. Today, however, the vaults of Wintus Hall were liberally sprinkled with the alternative shades favored by a wide variety of mercenaries.
 
Just look at the ditch-born scum, Gapp's thoughts went on. Dented armor, notched axes, dirty clothes, filthy faces, and hair that looks as if it's served to clean out the grease tray under the pork spit . . .
 
Of course, he knew, many of them had endured days, possibly weeks, of hard travel to get here. The boy ran a finger through the shock of clean, well-combed brown hair that crowned the top of his own head, and wondered briefly if he too might look as they did in the weeks to come.
 
There was one in particular to whom Gapp had taken a dislike right from the moment he had first clapped eyes on him. That one there, right in the front row, the one who was staring at him even now. Though Gapp kept trying to avoid eye contact, their eyes constantly seemed to meet. The boy would casually survey the back of the hall or rest his gaze on the middle distance, but always there would be the old rogue staring, glaring, straight back at him. This time Gapp hurriedly averted his gaze and studied the tabletop instead, nervously scratching at its surface with his fingernails.
 
"Will you cut that out, you little prat!" snarled a hungover voice at his side. "It's like demons scraping their claws on the inside of my skull . . ."
 
Gapp muttered an apology, keeping his eyes lowered. Stufi and Bhormann, seated right next to him, might be his master's closest drinking mates but they certainly were not Gapp's favorite comapany. As full-fledged Peladanes they were entitled to wear a white surplice over the Ulleanh, and in the case of Bhormann adorned with the black hem denoting a sergeant. But the cleanness of these outer garments could not hide the filthiness of the chain-mail hauberks beneath, which were permanently soiled with old blood and flakes of dried skin, causing the pair to stink permanently of rotten flesh. In his eyes they were as crass and decadent as the worst of the drunken oafs holding forth in the Peladanes' favorite taverns in Nordwas. Gapp decided he would almost prefer the company of the mercenaries.
 
The Order of Peladanes, Gapp reflected, how could you sum them up? They were charismatic and lordly and magnificent, of course, and he could not help but look up to them in awe, but, Jugg's Udders, they made a lot of noise. In fact they shouted all the time; they woke up shouting, shouted all through the day, then went to bed shouting. Some even shouted in their sleep.
 
A voice rose above the noise, striving to be heard.
 
"Could we have a little less noise, please. The council will commence shortly."
 
Those who even heard this request either glared at the speaker in contempt or openly jeered. Gapp glanced to his left to see who had dared make this announcement, and saw that it was Finwald. The young man stood hesitant for a while, then sat down abruptly. As he glanced in Gapp's direction, he gave him a smile as one might to an ally.
 
Which in a way they were, neither of them being held in any regard whatsoever by the assembled throng: Gapp because of his youth and lowly status as an esquire, and Finwald because he was neither a Peladane nor even a soldier. Civilians were barely welcome here at Wintus Hall; even the warlike mercenaries were accorded little regard. But the presence of a Lightbearer curdled the atmosphere right from the start. Those gathered here today were all soldiers,who had nothing but the deepest loathing for Lightbearers, especially their hated mage-priests.
 
Even the charismatic Finwald, the instigator of this whole quest, was seen by these hardened fighters as belonging to the lowest vermin on the face of Lindormyn. Gapp felt sorry him, as he surely did not deserve such treatment. Finwald was one of the most popular men in Nordwas, and that said a lot in this town where the glorious Peladanes enjoyed the status of demigods. But these jealous knights were not used to sharing popularity with others not of their narrow beliefs. Yet even among their own ranks there were some that would occasionally welcome Finwald into their homes with a loaf of bread and a tilted jug. He was friendly, supportive, and caring to everyone, unlike the majority of mage-priests in Nordwas.
 
The boy had taken notice of him ever since Finwald had come to Nordwas. Handsome, elegantly attired, and possessing a distinctly "foreign" look, he invariably turned heads on the occasions he set foot outside the temple. Now and again he would even sit with Gapp and answer patiently his many eager questions about life down South, among deserts, exotic peoples, fabulous beasts, and the famously decadent city of Qaladmir. For Gapp he provided a welcome distraction from the humdrum daily existence of this small, isolated town.
 
With his piercing dark eyes and long, straight dark-brown hair falling to his shoulders, the young priest's pallor contrasted sharply with the rest of his dramatic appearance: the wide-brimmed hat, the sweeping cloak, and the thigh-length boots all of jet black. The only hint of color about him was a large, ornate silver amulet of Cuna, the torch-shaped symbol of his cult that hung proudly upon his...

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Verlag
Tor Books
Erscheinungsdatum
2007
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0765318679
ISBN 13 
9780765318671
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Anzahl der Seiten
512
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