The Falcon Throne (The Tarnished Crown Series) - Plot & Excerpts
With Aistan seated by his right hand on the makeshift dais, Roric stared at the resentful faces of Broadthorpe’s pinch-pursing, miscreant men of means. Swept his gaze around the sullen townsfolk seated behind that crowded front row. A sleepy, southwestern artisan township, Broadthorpe, one long day’s ride from Eaglerock. Prosperous before the duchy’s hard times, and still not broken. Full of silversmiths, weavers, blacksmiths and fine leatherwork. Foolishly its leaders had chosen to defy the lawful demands of their duke. “Good people,” he said, keeping mellow, hoping that reason would yet carry the day, “your disobedience serves you ill. This is Clemen not Zeidica or Borokand where despotic tyrants hold sway, caring nothing for the people they rule. What I ask of you, I ask out of concern for your welfare and love for this duchy.” “Ha!” Broadthorpe’s bullish mayor jutted his chin. “Love for our coin boxes, more like.” “Curb your insolence, Jarvas,” Aistan snapped.
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