Lord of Mountains: A Novel of the Change (Change Series)
S. M. Stirling
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Rudi Mackenize, now Artos the First, High King of Montival, and his allies have won several key battles against the Church Universal and Triumphant. But still the war rages on, taking countless lives, ravaging the land once known as the United States of America. Artos and his Queen, Mathilda, must unite the realms into a single kingdom to ensure a lasting peace.
If the leaders of the Changed world are to accept Artos as their ruler, he will need to undertake a quest to the Lake at the Heart of the Mountains, and take part in a crowning ceremony—a ceremony binding him to his people, his ancestors, and his land.
Then, once he has secured his place and allegiances, Artos can go forward, and lead his forces to the heart of the enemy’s territory....
hay-lofts and swimming in ponds and ducking into the woods,” he said. “You and she being wed only a year, Oi call that an ’ardship.” “Well, I’m just back for the Yule feast,” Edain said awkwardly; he’d never been a fluent man. “Fair crowded it is!” “Yus, we’ve still the folk from the Bend country,” Sam said; every Mackenzie Dun and most households within each had taken in some of the refugees. “Champing to get their own back, they are. And a lot of their so’jers ’ave come to see the families
instant, the canopy opened. A man emerged, doll-tiny with distance, slithered out and stood propped against the side of the broken craft, slipped down prone, laboriously stood again and shook a fist at them. Mary laughed as they manhandled Woburn back into the bow and the oars took up their rhythm; Ian assisted, since it was surprisingly difficult to move a man with his feet bound. “I’m glad he lived,” she said, offering him more of the willow-bark powder. “Hope he keeps on doing it, too.”
Here and there a banner went up again, and cowhorn trumpets blatted to rally them. Ingolf turned Boy’s head and shifted in the saddle to send him into motion. The reins were knotted together and looped around the horn of his saddle; you were useless as a mounted archer if you couldn’t guide your horse by balance and leg-signals alone, just as your horse was useless unless it could read those signals. He reached over his shoulder for an arrow. The Richlanders swung wide around the southern,
Associates in front of their own folk before then. Castles and fiefs don’t appeal, there…which is natural enough. They seem better from the tower looking down than the ground looking up, to most. When they’d finished, the three young ladies-in-waiting stepped back, admiring their handiwork; Yseult took an extra moment to apply a very slight touch of a yellow-based face-cream, with rice powder over that, which disguised the color of the bruises a little. Then she looked at Mathilda and sighed
seek advice, but decisions must be made without trying to sit in the middle between everyone’s opinions, and they must be made in good time—by me.” “Ah…” Turner cleared his throat. “Ah, Your Majesty, there is the problem that Corvallis has always been attached to, ah, the heritage of Republican government…” “Odd that you should say that,” Sandra Arminger said, delicately patting her lips with a linen napkin, speaking in a clear conversational voice that carried to the whole table without