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Heirs Of Wisdom
Wisdom Chronicles - Book Five
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-217-6
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Genre: Fantasy/SF/Dark Fantasy
eBook Length: 324 Pages
Published: January 2015

From inside the flap

The kingdom that Princess Caron Gleneagle had foreseen would one day be created by her son Alexander (Princess of Wisdom–Wisdom Chronicles–Book Two) when he was only three months old had come to pass (Kingdom of Wisdom–Wisdom Chronicles–Book Four). But any prophecy can be undone by events beyond the control of the participants—and all too often by events created by the participants themselves.

The kingdom had been given an auspicious start, of that there was no doubt. But no country or kingdom can exist for more than a few years without having problems of one sort or another and the Kingdom of Wisdom was no exception, especially since one of the greatest dangers to its success had been knowingly and willingly allowed to exist by its new King, Alexander.

It was a danger that had the very real possibility of overwhelming Princess Caron’s prophecy and leaving nothing of the kingdom for the Heirs of Wisdom.

Heirs Of Wisdom (Excerpt)


PROLOGUE

Alexander's long anticipated coronation day had arrived. The anxiety both he and Gina felt about the upcoming ceremony showed as they nattered about the type of trim he had chosen for the robe he would be wearing for his coronation only a couple of hours away. The tension was broken when a page arrived at the room. "A last minute guest just arrived," he announced. "He asked me to present this to you."

Gina crossed to the door, took the scroll from the platter and carried it over to Alexander.

"Thank you, Henry," he said, nodding to let the boy know he was dismissed as he began unrolling the parchment.

"Well, well, and well," he exclaimed. "Krondos and Kharhin have come despite his previous message that he felt uncomfortable leaving Speransis while they were still hunting the remaining infected near-men. Perhaps that's a sign that the Northmen have succeeded in their mission." He smiled broadly. "It will be grand to see all of the leaders of the armies of the alliance once again."

As he returned to his preparations in the palace at Wisdom, a platoon of twenty Northmen on the other side of the Narrow Sea carefully tracked a group of ten infected near-men on the south side of the Oasis of Arhor in Speransis. Their quarry was obviously either unaware or didn't care that they were being tracked because they had made no attempt to hide the evidence of their passing.

At about the time Wil and Caron were extending their arms girdled in the blue nimbus of magical power to create the crown above the head of the first king of Wisdom, the Northmen came across the body of one of the near-men who had been savaged and left for the vultures by his companions. The tracks of the nine remaining near-men had separated into two groups, the larger of which was obviously headed north toward their traditional tribal lands. The tracks of the smaller group made it clear that it consisted of only three, and they had turned toward the oasis, presumably to find a place to rest for the oncoming night.

"Friedrill, take two men and track the other six, but do not make contact," the leader of the Northmen said. "The rest of us will deal with the three that headed toward the oasis and then catch up to you tomorrow sometime."

The three they now followed were being far more cautious than the combined group had been. There was no way for the Northmen to know that the dead near-man had been the casualty of an argument about the need for caution. He had threatened the three rebellious near-men with death if they attempted to break away from the group, but he had lost the argument in a grisly way.

It was late afternoon when the Northmen caught up with the three as they set up a poorly camouflaged encampment amid some sparse bushes at the bottom of a depression among the dunes. Even though they outnumbered the near-men more than five to one, the leader of the Northmen planned his attack carefully out of respect for their effective savagery in battle.

When they pounced, the battle was quick and violent. As the near-men were killed within seconds of each other, the powers that had been stored within them split into their opposing elements of good and evil and were drawn immediately to their respective storage receptacles.

In the windowless room of Scrubby's cottage not far from where the coronation had taken place, Miriam's body flickered briefly as Gorgath's Northmen slashed off the heads of the three infected near-men they had tracked and trapped in the dunes south of the Oasis of Arhor.

Caron looked down in amusement at the same moment as Derek giggled in his sleep, then returned her attention to Alexander who stood talking animatedly with his companions from the great alliance. She smiled contentedly. They are getting used to the idea that Alexander is a king, and they're unconsciously testing the idea in their minds that he could one day be their high king. She laughed quietly to herself as she watched them turn eagerly to Wil as he joined the group and began talking with them. Meet the power behind the king, gentlemen, she thought. Within minutes she saw their heads lean to the side contemplatively as they listened and she knew her prophecy would be realized sooner than even she had thought it would.

The Kingdom of Wisdom has come to pass, she thought happily as she looked down into the eyes of her beloved grandson, Derek, who had awakened and was watching her intently. I am well content.

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The kingdom had been given an auspicious start, of that there was no doubt. But no country or kingdom can exist for more than a few years without having problems of one sort or another and the Kingdom of Wisdom was no exception, especially since one of the greatest dangers to its success had been knowingly and willingly allowed to exist by its new King Alexander.