A Conspiracy of Kings (Thief of Eddis)
Megan Whalen Turner
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Sophos, heir to the throne of Sounis, has disappeared without atrace. Eugenides, the new and unlikely king of Attolia, has neverstopped wondering what happened to his friend. Nor has theQueen of Eddis, who once offered Sophos her hand. They sendspies. They pay informants. They appeal to the gods. But as timegoes by, it becomes less and less certain that they will ever seetheir friend alive again.
Battles are fought, bribes are offered, and conspiracies are setin motion. Across the sea, a ruthless empire watches for even theslightest weakness. And Sophos, anonymous and alone, bides histime. Until, drawing on his memories of Gen, Pol, the magus—and Eddis—Sophos sets out on an adventure that will change allof their lives forever.
retrieve the meaning, though it sat on the tip of my tongue. “Zec,” I said, as if my tongue had decided to speak for itself. “That’s a Hurrish name.” Oreus looked surprised. “You are from Hur?” “No,” I said. “My mother heard it once.” “It means ‘rabbit,’” Oreus said. I smiled. Rabbit was perfect. “Tell me, Rabbit. Is that your happy face you make? I can’t tell.” I felt my upper lip and rubbed my thumb against the scar tissue. I could feel it distorting my mouth. My nose had a new bump in
ambassador’s hastily excusing himself and listened for a heartbeat. I sighed in relief when I heard it and then waited impatiently for the physician. The magus stirred in my arms and whispered brokenly, “I am fine. My tent, take me to my tent.” My father returned with the physician, both looking concerned. I helped lift the magus and carry him to his tent. We laid him on a bed there, and I stood wringing my hands while the physician listened to his heart and tried to get him to speak. I told my
his ready gold and was in debt to the number of twenty-five thousand solids to moneylenders on the Peninsula. He had promised the Hephestia Diamond as security. He had already sold the Soli Diamond and a number of lesser stones from the treasury to purchase the ships to replace those that Eugenides had blown up. He had then tried to squeeze still more money out of his barons, and that, the magus thought, had been the sun that ripened the rebellion. The patronoi were sick of paying the costs of
pulled one of the more traditional chairs away from the wall. It wouldn’t be easy to get up in a hurry—say, if armed men leaped from behind the wall hangings. “You need not fear being attacked, Your Majesty.” Sounis suppressed a flinch before realizing that the Mede was not reading his thoughts about the furniture. “Our nation is one of peace and great prosperity. We are not so poor of resources that we steal from our neighbors. Try the remchik?” Melheret had filled his glass. Sounis took a
barmaid came to the table, and Gen ordered wine. When she was gone, Sounis asked if Attolis paid his way out of his own palace often, but he needled to no effect. “Oh, that’s not a bribe to get out the gate. It’s compensation for the rating he’ll get from the captain of my guard. Teleus hates it when I go out, and he’s going to be sullen in the morning, but I’ve given him enough ground. The circus this morning was largely at his insistence. My father and Procivitus would have served my purposes