Imager's Battalion: The Sixth Book of the Imager Portfolio
L. E. Modesitt Jr.
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The sequel to the New York Times bestselling Princeps, L.E. Modesitt's Imager's Battalion follows magical hero Quaeryt as he leads history's first Imager fighting force into war. Given the rank of subcommander by his wife's brother, Lord Bhayar, the ruler of Telaryn, Quaeryt joins an invading army into the hostile land of Bovaria, in retaliation for Bovaria's attempted annexation of Telaryn. But Quaeryt has his own agenda in doing Bhayar's bidding: to legitimize Imagers in the hearts and minds of all men, by demonstrating their value as heroes as he leads his battalion into one costly battle after another.
Making matters worse, court intrigues pursue Quaeryt even to the front lines of the conflict, as the Imager's enemies continue to plot against him.
scouts, but nothing’s changed. The latest reports say that there aren’t any large bodies of troopers nearby on the south side. The locals farther upriver say that they’ve seen Bovarians in uniform in the last few days, but not in the twenty milles or so west of the new bridge. We should be able to make good time because we don’t have to ferry the supply wagons over either river.” “We’ll be almost a day ahead of the northern army by Mardi afternoon,” Meinyt said. “Most likely.” Skarpa nodded.
them across the field to the west of the one just beginning to burn. “We don’t want to chase them, sir,” said Ghaelyn quietly, just so Quaeryt could hear him. “No, we don’t.” Quaeryt imaged away the saddle girths of the closer of the two fleeing Bovarians. The Bovarian tried to grab his mount’s mane as the saddle slipped under him, but after several moments, with his boots dragging the side of the path, he lost his grip and tumbled to the dirt. “Second squad! Bring him in!” ordered the
first. So the elders in Khelgror, for it was the first, formed a council for the city and the lands around it, and each year, the head of a different clan headed the local council. Then came a time when one region felt its needs were more important than another. The head councilors of each region decided that they would form a council from all the chief councilors in Khel. Each year the councilor from a different region would head that council. They called it the High Council. The High Councils
Skarpa exchanged a quick glance, one that Quaeryt ignored. “Anyway…” continued Skarpa, “there’s about two milles of open ground east of the town, between that jungle and the river. They’ve thrown up revetments across most of the last mille, with ditches in other places. Most of the ditches are wide enough that a horse can’t jump them, and they’re filled with sharpened stakes and who knows what else…” “Filthy water and mud, most likely,” added Meinyt. “… it’s hard to tell how many men they’ve
up toward the town beyond. Half a battalion had ridden past before armsmen with bucklers strapped to their left forearms and blades longer than the Telaryn sabres swarmed toward the road, with some headed toward Quaeryt and the imagers. The first defenders from the revetments launched themselves toward the legs of first company’s horses, holding their bucklers up as if to ward off down-cuts from the Telaryn sabres. For just a moment Quaeryt expanded and extended his shields, knocking the