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Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse
Book I
The Invisible Chains
Part 1
Bonds of Hate
Andrew Ashling
Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse Book I
The Invisible Chains — Part 1: Bonds of Hate
Andrew Ashling
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the
writer‟s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any
resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely
coincidental.
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Ormidon Publishing
Cover design by Nanna Küsgen
Copyright © 2011 by Andrew Ashling
Chapter 1:
Lord Governors of the Northern Marches
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“I watched you through the window, young one. You've been standing before my door for more
than half an hour now. Why didn't you knock? Come, enter, so I can close the door. The warmth
escapes,
and
it
is
going
to
snow.
“What do they call you?”
...
“Mandigaill the Hunter. A strong name, a good name. Mandigaill? Ah, yes, Wolves' Friend in
Ancient Baltoc. And how old are you, Friend of Wolves?”
...
“Sixteen. I see. Who sent you?”
...
“Verial. Yes, I remember him well and with pleasure. And you want?”
...
“A tale. I can tell you a tale, if you can pay the price. Has Verial explained everything to you?”
...
“Not everything. I thought so. Which tale would you like me to tell you? Choose wisely, for I can
tell you tales that carry wisdom in them, or those that will make your blood hot and make your
heart
beat
faster.”
...
“Ah, you want the tale of Anaxantis. I see. Of Anaxantis of the House of Tanahkos, prince of
Ximerion. You want wisdom and hot blood all in one. You like your tales strong and bitter. You
want to hear about the downfall of a prince. You want to know how royal blood came to flow so
low. I can tell you that tale, but not in one evening. And every evening you must pay my price
anew. I know shorter tales.”
...
“No? So be it. Anaxantis's tale it is. The first part of my price. You must swear, on your life, for I
have no interest in your soul, that you will tell, within the year, to someone at least two seasons
younger than you, but no more than six, about the tales of Randamor the Recluse. Do you
promise?”
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...
“Good, the first part is paid. Now for the second part. You must whisper in my ear a secret that
you have never told before to anyone. Take care, Mandigaill the Hunter, for I shall know if it is
not a true secret.”
...
“As secrets go, it was not much. But it was true, and I can see why you are ashamed of it and kept
it to yourself until now. The second part is paid. Has Verial told you the third one?”
...
“Then show me.”
...
“Two hares you shot yourself only this afternoon, young and tender. And strong root vegetables,
and herbs, and two loaves of freshly baked bread. A bottle of strong, brown beer. Do you know
how to prepare all this?”
...
“Your grandmother taught you to make a stew. Very well, Hunter, go and chop wood for the
stove and for the fire this evening and then prepare our meal.”
“I watched you through the window, Mandigaill the Hunter. You chopped more than enough
wood for tonight and even for tomorrow. That is kind, but it will not lower my price. Now,
prepare your stew. There is the kitchen, and while you wash the vegetables and cut the hares, I
will start the tale of Anaxantis and the Invisible Chains.”
In his private apartments, Tenaxos I, high king of Ximerion, sat by the hearth with his childhood
friend and trusted general, Demrac Tarngord. Both men were in their mid fifties. They drank
warm, spiced wine. It was late March, and the evenings were still chilly. Demrac Tarngord was
one of the few persons in the kingdom who could call the high king, in private, by his given
name.
“I have called you here, old friend,” Tenaxos said, “because once more I need your services.”
“They're your's for the asking, Tenax,” Demrac replied.
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