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During the war, Gird took in a refugee who soon became known as Girds luap ( being the word for assistant, or an army officer who was not in the chain of command.) Luap, as he was finally called, was in fact the bastard son of a former king. Though he had been cast aside when his father sired a legitimate heir, Luap believed that he had inherited the ability to rule... if not his fathers kingdom, then one of his own, somewhere. But his essential dishonesty, his inability to face the truth about himself, doomed him and his followers, and set the Fellowship of Gird on a path very different from that Gird would have chosen.

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Elizabeth Moon

Liars Oath

Gradually it was disclosed to me that the line separating good and evil passes not through states, nor between classes, nor between political partiesbut right through every human heartand through all human hearts.

Alexander Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago

Prologue

The kingFalkieri Amrothlin Artfielan Phelani, once Duke Phelan of Tsaia and now ruler of Lyonyasat before the fire, brooding, his fingers tented together before his face. I have heirs enough now; my lands are safe. It is time to undo the damage my folk did long years since. Time to redress old grievances, time to bring ancient enemies together in peace.

Are you sure this is your task? The woman stood by the fireplace, leaning one arm on the mantel; it shadowed her face, but the firelight brought out the gleam of silver in her belt, in the hilt of a dagger at her hip, and glinted from the crescent symbol of Gird that hung from a thong around her neck. And in shadow or sun or firelight, nothing dimmed the silver circle on her brow. Paksenarrion, paladin of Gird, the kings friend and former soldier.

Im sure. My grandmother, that Lady you met, said the present ruin was in part my faultI cannot argue. And the original problem, too, comes from my ancestors. He gestured to the table behind him, with its litter of scrolls and books. The Pargunese, in their rough way, have the right of it: they were free Seafolk, whom my ancestors sought to enslave

As they had enslaved the Dzordanyans?

Perhaps. I dont know that, but I do knowI am surethat the Old Aareans routed the Seafolk from their homes. They came here, to the Honnorgat valley, and settled the north shore of the river as far up as they could sail or rowand then found themselves faced with the Aareans again, moving north from Aarenis.

A long time ago, said Paksenarrion, frowning.

Very long, for humans. The king smiled briefly. He himself looked no older than she, though in truth he could have been her father; he had not seemed to age for a score of years. He would live as long again, or more: his elven mothers inheritance. But when I asked my lady grandmother, she confirmed the Pargunese account. They sailed upriver; the Tsaians and human Lyonyans came over the mountains. And a few have memories of complaints made then, and wars begun then. The Pargunese and Kostandanyans have quarreled with Tsaians and Lyonyans as long as any human remembers. And now with Sofi Ganarrions heirs loose in Aarenis, with Fallo and Andressat at odds

Not all that is your fault, Paksenarrion said. She moved to the chair across the firelight from him and sat down. Surely you know that.

As I know what is my fault, he said. A king must never excuse himself. Gird would say that.

Gird did, she said wryly, with a grin. But how will you proceed?

He stared at the fire, as if it had answers to give. I must find some way to convince the southerners that I do represent Old Aare as well as the north. You remember Andressat: those old lords believe no northern title. If it were possible to find some buried talisman, some ancient relic . . .

Is a sword worth more than a swordsman? Paksenarrion rested in her chair as if weightless; no hawk ever had more vigilant eyes.

No, but Im not likely to find a convenient army of Aareans ensorceled for an age, ready to my command He stopped abruptly; she had held up her hand. Her face seemed closed a moment, then she grinned as happily as the young girl he remembered.

Are you not? Can you doubt the gods influence, sir king, in asking me here?

I would never doubt the gods where youre concerned, but what?

Kolobia, she said, Kolobia. His breath caught in his throat. Where she had been captured by iynisin, the elves cruel cousins who hated all living things, who corrupted the very stone by dwelling in it. Where she had lost what made her what she was, a paladin of Gird . . . he thought of what she had gone through to regain it and winced away from the memory. She shook her head, impatient with his sentiment. Kolobia, she said again, joyfully. Luaps Strongholdthe sleeping knights there

But you told me they waited some gods call to wake

So Amberion said, when we found them. But as you know the Marshal-Generals have sent scholars there to read through their archives; they have not shared all they learned abroad. Those were not Girds closest followers, as we first thought, but mageborn, descendents of those lords against which Gird fought. And in their own time, they believed themselves descended from the lords of Old Aare.

Were they? he asked.

She shrugged. How can we know? We know what they said of themselves in their records, but not if they spoke truthor even knew it.

And you think I should try to wake them?

I think you should ask the gods, and possibly your elven relatives. The scholars found as many mysteries as answers; they are not sure why the stronghold was founded, or why an end cameeven what the end was. The records end abruptly, as if it came suddenly, or as if the writers expected no one to read their words again.

The king stood and paced the length of the room without speaking. Then he came back to the table, and leaned on it, as if reading the maps and books thereon. She watched him, silent.

I know the way, he said finally. I know, and cannot tell you, how to wake the sleepers . . . but without knowing why they sleep, and if some great power intended another awakening for them, dare I intrude?

The gods will tell you, if you listen, she said. He grunted; she always said that, and for her it was true: she listened, and the gods guided her. That was the essence of a paladin. For himself, it was more of a struggle. A king could not merely follow; a king had to understand. She had said more than once that paladins were not meant to govern.

And what of the iynisin in Kolobia? he asked. If I waken the sleepers, what about them?

A shadow crossed her face, as well it might. Sir king, if you could persuade your elven relatives to explain more of the iynisin presence there it would help us all. In all the records from Luaps time, there is no mention of iynisin, and only one or two comments of some mysterious danger. The neighboring kingdom was said to believe that demons of some kind lived in the canyons before Luap came. Perhaps they thought iynisin were demons, but that doesnt explain why Luap and his folk never saw them.

It would help, the king said, if we knew more about Luap himself: who he was, and why he journeyed there, and what he thought he was doing.

Chapter One

Fin Panir in summer could be as hot as it was cold in winter; every window and door in the old palace complex stood wide open. Luap had started work early, before the heat slicked his hands with sweat to stain the parchment. Now, in midmorning, the heat carried ripe city smells through his broad office window. He paused to stretch and ease his cramped shoulders. For once Gird had not interrupted him a dozen times; he had finished a fair copy of the entire Ten Fingers of the Code. He reached for the jug of water and poured himself a mug, carefully away from his work. Could he write another page without smudges, or should he quit until evenings cool? He wondered, idly, why he had heard nothing from Gird that morning, and then remembered that a Marshal from a distant grange had come to visit. Doubtless they were still telling stories of the war.

He stretched again, smiling. It was nothing like the life he had imagined for himself when he was a boy, or a young farmer, but somewhat better than either of those vanished possibilities. As Girds assistant and scribe, he had status hed never had before; he was living in the very palace to which his father had never taken him. And he knew that without him, Gird could not have created, and revised, the legal code that offered some hope of lasting peace. His skill in writing, in keeping accounts, in drawing maps, had helped Gird win the war; his skill in writing and keeping records might help Gird win the peace.

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