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  at the sufferance of the largely independent barons, who

  retreated in times of trouble to positions behind the walls

  of massive castles. Blood-feuds dating back a hundred

  years or more were common, and rogue barons looted

  and pillaged at will. For the most part, Lamorkand

  existed in a state of perpetual civil war.

  They made camp one night perhaps three leagues from

  the border of that most troubled of western kingdoms,

  and Sparhawk stood up directly after a supper of the last

  of Kalten's hindquarter of beef. 'All right,' he said, 'what

  are we walking into? What's stirring things up in Lamorkand? Any ideas?'

  I spent the last eight or nine years in Lamorkand,'

  Kalten said seriously. They're strange people. A Lamork

  will sacrifice anything he owns for the sake of revenge and

  the women are even worse than the men. A good

  Lamork wife will spend her whole life - and all her father's

  wealth - for the chance to sink a spear into somebody

  who refused her invitation to the dance at some midwinter

  party. I spent all those years there, and in all that

  time, I never heard anyone laugh or saw anyone smile.

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  It's the bleakest place on earth. The sun is forbidden to

  shine in Lamorkand.'

  "is this universal warfare we've been hearing about

  from the Pelosians a common thing?' Sparhawk asked.

  "Pelosians are not the best judges of Lamork peculiarities,'

  Tynian replied thoughtfully. "It's only the influence

  of the Church - and the presence of the Church Knights that's

  kept Pelosia and Lamorkand from blithely embarking

  on a war of mutual extinction. They despise each

  other with a passion that's almost holy in its mindless

  ferocity.'

  Sephrenia sighed. 'Elenes,' she said.

  'We have our faults, little mother,' Sparhawk conceded.

  'We're going to run into trouble when we cross

  the border then, aren't we?'

  'Not entirely,' Tynian said, rubbing his chin. 'Are you

  open to another suggestion, maybe?'

  "I'm always open to suggestions.'

  'Why don't we put on our formal armour? Not even the

  most wild-eyed Lamork baron wil willingly cross the

  Church, and the Church Knights could grind western

  Lamorkand into powder if they felt like it.'

  'What if somebody calls our bluff?' Kalten asked

  'There are only five of us, after all.'

  "I don't think they'd have any reason to,' Tynian said.

  'The neutrality of the Church Knights in these local

  disputes is legendary. Formal 'armour might be just the

  thing to avoid misunderstandings. Our purpose is to get

  to Lake Randera, not to engage in random disputes with

  hotheads.'

  "It might work, Sparhawk,' Ulath said. "It's worth a try

  anyway.'

  'All right, let's do it then,' Sparhawk decided.

  When they arose the following morning, the five

  knights unpacked their formal armour and began to put

  it on with the help of Kurik and Berit. Sparhawk and

  Kalten wore Pandion black with silver surcoats and

  formal black capes. Bevier's armour was burnished to a

  silvery sheen, and his surcoat and cape were pristine

  white. Tynian's armour was simply massive steel, but his

  sircoat and cape were a brilliant sky blue. Ulath put aside

  the utilitarian mail-shirt he had worn on the trail and

  replaced it with chain-mail trousers and a mail-coat that

  reached to mid-thigh. He stowed away his simple conical

  helmet and green traveller's cloak and put on instead a

  green surcoat and a very grand-looking helmet surmounted

  by a pair of the curled and twisted horns he had

  identified as having come from an Ogre.

  "well?' Sparhawk said to Sephrenia when they had

  finished putting on their finery, 'how do we look?'

  "very impressive,' she complimented them.

  Talen, however, eyed them critically. 'They look sort of

  like an iron-works that sprouted legs, don't they?' he

  observed to Berit.

  "be polite,' Berit said, concealing a smile behind one

  hand.

  "thats depressing,' Kalten sighed to Sparhawk. 'Do

  you think we really look that ridiculous to the common

  people?'

  'Probably.'

  KUriK and Berit cut lances from a nearby yew-grove

  and attached steel points to them.

  'Pennons!' Kurik asked.

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  What do you think?' Sparhawk asked Tynian.

  "It couldn't hurt. Let's try to look as impressive as we

  can, I suppose.'

  They mounted with some difficulty, adjusted their

  shields and moved their pennon-flagged lances into

  positions where they were prominently displayed and

  rode out. Faran immediately began to prance. 'Oh, stop

  that,' Sparhawk told him disgustedly.

  They crossed into Lamorkand not much past noon.

  The border guards looked suspicious, but automatically

  gave way to the Knights of the Church dressed in their

  formal armour and wearing expressions of inexorable

  resolve.

  The Lamork city of Kadach stood on the far side of a

  river. There was a bridge, but Sparhawk decided against

  going through that bleak, ugly place. Instead, he

  checked his map and turned north. 'The river branches

  upstream,' he told the others. 'We'll be able to ford it up

  there. We're going more or less in that direction

  anyway, and towns are filled with people who just

  might want to talk to alien strangers asking questions

  about us.'

  They rode on north to the series of small streams that

  fed into the main channel. It was when they were

  crossing one of these shallow streams that afternoon that

  they saw a large body of Lamork warriors on the far bank.

  'Spread out,' Sparhawk commanded tersely.

  'Sephrenia, take Talen and Flute to the rear.'

  'You think they might belong to the Seeker?' Kalten

  asked, moving his hand up the shaft of his lance.

  'We'll find out in a minute. Don't do anything rash, but

  be ready for trouble.'

  The leader of the group of warriors was a burly fellow

  wearing a chaincoat, a steel helmet with a protruding,

  pig-faced visor and stout leather boots. He advanced into

  the stream alone and raised his visor to show that he had

  no hostile intentions.

  "I think he's all right, Sparhawk,' Bevier said quietly.

  'He doesn't have that blank look on his face that the men

  we killed back in Elenia had.'

  'Well met, Sir Knights,' the Lamork said.

  Sparhawk nudged Faran forward a bit through the

  swirling current. 'Well met indeed, My Lord,' he replied.

  'This is a fortunate encounter,' the Lamork continued.

  "It seemed me that we might have ridden even so far as

  Elenia ere we had encountered Church Knights.'

  'And what is your business with the Knights of the

  Church, My Lord?' Sparhawk asked politely.

&n
bsp; 'We require a service of you, Sir Knight - a service that

  bears directly on the well-being of the Church.'

  'We live but to serve her,' Sparhawk said, struggling to

  conceal his irritation. 'Speak further concerning this

  necessary service.'

  'As all the world knows, the Patriarch of the city of

  Kadach is the paramount choice for the Archprelate's

  throne in Chyrellos,' the helmeted Lamork stated.

  "I hadn't heard that,' Kalten said quietly from behind.

  hush,' Sparhawk muttered over his shoulder. 'Say

  on, My Lord,' he said to the Lamork.

  ?misfortunately, civil turmoil mars western Lamorkand

  presently,' the Lamork continued.

  "I like "misfortunately",' Tynian murmured to Kalten

  "It's got a nice ring to it.'

  'Will you two be quiet?' Sparhawk snapped. Then he

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  looked back at the man in the chain-coat. 'Rumour has

  advised us of this discord, My Lord,' he replied. 'But

  surely this is a local matter, and does not involve the

  church.'

  "I will speak to the point, Sir Knight. The Patriarch

  Ortzel of Kadach has been forced by the turmoil I but

  recently mentioned to seek shelter in the stronghold of

  his brother, the Baron Alstrom, whom I have the honour

  to serve. Rude civil discord rears its head here in

  Lamorkand, and we anticipate with some certainty that

  the foes of My Lord Alstrom will shortly besiege his

  fortress.'

  "we are but five, My Lord,' Sparhawk pointed out

  "Surely our aid would be of little use in a protracted

  assault."

  "no, Sir Knight,' the Lamork said with a disdainful

  smile. 'We can sustain ourselves and my Lord Alstrom's

  castle without the aid of the invincible Knights of the

  Church. My Lord Alstrom's castle is impregnable, and

  his foes may freely dash themselves to pieces against its

  walls for a generation or more without causing us alarm.

  As I have said, however, the Patriarch Ortzel is the

  paramount choice for the Archprelacy - in the event of

  the demise of the revered Cluvonus, which, please God,

  may be delayed for a time. Thus I charge you and your

  noble companions, Sir Knight, to convey his Grace safe

  and whole to the sacred city of Chyrellos so that he may

  stand for election, should that mournful necessity come

  to pass. With that end in view, I will forthwith convey

  you and your knightly companions to the stronghold of

  My Lord of Alstrom so that you may undertake this noble

  task. Let us then proceed.'

  *Chapter4

  The castle of Baron Alstrom was situated on a rocky

  promontory on the east bank of the river. The promontory

  jutted out into the main channel a few leagues

  above the town of Kadach. It was a bleak, ugly fortress,

  squatting toad-like under a cheerless sky. Its walls were

  thick and high, seeming to reflect the stiff, unyielding

  arrogance of its owner.

  "impregnable?' Bevier murmured derisively to

  Sparhawk as the knight in the chain-coat led them along

  the short causeway that led out to the castle gate. "I could

  reduce these walls within the space of two years. No

  Arcian noble would feel secure within such flimsy

  fortifications. '

  'Arcians have more time to build their castles,'

  Sparhawk pointed out to the white-caped knight. "It

  takes longer to start a war in Arcium than it does here in

  Lamorkand. You can start a war here in about five

  minutes, and it's likely to go on for generations.'

  Truly,' Bevier agreed. He smiled faintly. 'in my youth

  I gave some time to the study of military history. When I

  turned to the volumes dealing with Lamorkand, I threw

  up my hands in despair. No rational man could sort out

  all the alliances, betrayals and blood feuds that seethe

  just below the surface of this unhappy kingdom.'

  The drawbridge boomed down, and they clattered on

  across it into the castle's main court. 'And it please you,

  Sir Knights,' the Lamork knight said, dismounting, "I will

  convey you directly into the presence of the Baron

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  Alstrom and His Grace, the Patriarch Ortzel. Time is

  pressing, and we must see His Grace safely out of the

  castle ere the forces of Count Gerich mount their siege. '

  'Lead on, Sir Knight,' Sparhawk said, clanking down

  from Faran's back. He leaned his lance against the wall of

  the stable, hung his silver-embossed black shield on hiS

  saddle and handed his reins to a waiting groom.

  They went up a broad stone staircase and through the

  pair of massive doors at its top. The hallway beyond was

  torchlit, and the stones of its walls were massive. 'Did

  you warn that groom?' Kalten asked, falling in beside

  Sparhawk, his long black cape swirling about his ankles.

  'About what?'

  'Your horse's disposition.'

  'I forgot,' Sparhawk confessed. 'He'll find out on his

  own, I imagine.'

  'He probably already has.'

  The room to which the Lamork knight led them was

  bleak. In many respects it was more like an armoury than

  living quarters. Swords and axes hung on the walls, and

  pikes in clusters of a dozen or so leaned in the corners. A

  fire burned in a huge, vaulted fireplace, and the few

  chairs were heavy and unpadded. There was no carpeting

  on the floor, and a number of huge wolf-hounds

  dozed here and there.

  Baron Alstrom was a grim-faced, melancholy-looking

  man. His black hair and beard were shot with grey. He

  wore a mailcoat and had a broadsword at his waist. His

  surcoat was black and elaborately embroidered in red, and

  like the knight in the pig-faced helmet, he wore boots.

  Their escort bowed stiffly. 'By good fortune, My Lord,

  I encountered these Knights of the Church no more than

  a league from your walls. They were gracious enough to

  accompany me here.'

  'Did we have any choice?' Kalten muttered.

  The Baron rose from his chair with a movement made

  clumsy by the encumbrance of armour and sword.

  'Greetings, Sir Knights,' he said, in a voice without much

  warmth. "it was indeed fortuitous that Sir Enmann

  encountered you so near this stronghold. The forces of

  mine enemy will presently besiege me here, and my

  brother must be safely away before

  they come.'

  'Yes, My Lord,' Sparhawk replied, removing his black

  helmet and looking after the departing Lamork in the

  chaincoat. 'Sir Enmann advised us of the circumstances.

  Might it not have been more prudent, however, to have

  sent your brother on his way with an escort of your own

  troops? It was only a chance meeting that brought us to

  your gate ahead of your enemies.'

  Alstrom shook his head. 'The warriors of Count

  Gerrich would certainly attack my men on sight. Only

  under escort of the Knights
of the Church will my brother

  be safe, Sir - ?'

  'Sparhawk. ''

  Alstrom looked briefly surprised. 'The name is not

  unknown to us,' he said. He looked inquiringly at the

  others, and Sparhawk made the introductions.

  'An oddly assorted party, Sir Sparhawk,' Alstrom

  observed after he had bowed perfunctorily to Sephrenia.

  "but is it wise to take the lady and the two children on a

  Journey that might involve danger?'

  The lady is essential to our purpose,' Sparhawk

  replied. 'The little girl is under her care, and the boy is her

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  page. She would not leave them behind.'

  'Page?' he heard Talen whisper to Berit. 'I've been

  called a lot of things, but that's a new one.'

  'Hush,' Berit whispered back.

  "what astonishes me even more, however,' Alstrom

  continued, 'is the fact that all four of the militant orders

  are represented here. Relations between the orders have

  not been cordial of late, I've been told.'

  'We are embarked upon a quest which directly

  involves the Church,' Sparhawk explained, taking off his

  gauntlets. "it is of such pressing urgency that our

  Preceptors brought us together that we might by our

  unity Prevail.'

  'The unity of the Church Knights, like that of the

  Church herself, is long overdue,' a harsh voice said from

  the far side of the room. A Churchman stepped out of the

  shadows. His black cassock was plain, even severe, and

  his hollowcheeked face was bleakly ascetic. His hair was

  pale blond, streaked with grey, and it fell straight to his

  shoulders, appearing to have been hacked off at that

  point with the blade of a knife.

  'My brother,' Alstrom introduced him, 'the Patriarch

  Ortzel of Kadach.'

  Sparhawk bowed, his armour creaking slightly. 'Your

  Grace,' he said.

  'This Church matter you mentioned interests me,'

  Ortzel said, coming forward into the light. 'What can it be

  that is of such urgency that it impels the Preceptors of the

  four orders to set aside old emnities and to send their

  champions forth as one?'

  Sparhawk thought only a moment, then gambled. 'is

  Your Grace perhaps acquainted with Annias, Primate of

  Cimmura?' he asked, depositing his gauntlets in his

  helmet.

  Ortzel's face hardened. 'We've met,' he said flatly.

  'We've also had that pleasure, ' Kalten said drily, 'often

  enough to more than satisfy me, at least.'