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Voices of Blood (The Kinsman Chronicles): Part 6
Voices of Blood (The Kinsman Chronicles): Part 6
Voices of Blood (The Kinsman Chronicles): Part 6
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Part 6 of Jill Williamson's Epic Fantasy Series The Kinsman Chronicles
 
The unanticipated supernatural ability to hear each other's thoughts fills many Armanians with fear and embroils the Armanian people in a bitter conflict. Priests protest this "bloodvoicing" magic as evil, but Prince Wilek believes it a gift from the One God to his Armanite followers.
 
To honor his newfound faith, Prince Wilek establishes a city called Armanguard and begins building an illustrious castle. He sends explorers to the north to discover what this land might have to offer, putting his brother Trevn in charge of the expedition.
 
In the west, as spring comes and the ground softens, Charlon sets the Magonian people to planting evenroot and preparing for the long-prophesied uprising of their Deliverer, who they believe will crush the skulls of his enemies, turn their citadels to dust, and make Magonia the ruler of nations.

Voices of Blood is collected together with parts 4 and 5 in King's Blood.
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Release dateJan 31, 2017
ISBN9781441230362
Voices of Blood (The Kinsman Chronicles): Part 6
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Jill Williamson

Jill Williamson is a novelist, dreamer, and believer. Growing up in Alaska led to love books, and in 2010 her first novel, By Darkness Hid, won the Christy Award. She loves working with teenagers and gives writing workshops at libraries, schools, camps, and churches. Jill lives in Oregon with her husband and two children. Visit Jill online at www.jillwilliamson.com

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    Voices of Blood (The Kinsman Chronicles) - Jill Williamson

    © 2017 by Jill Williamson

    Published by Bethany House Publishers

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    ISBN 978-1-4412-3036-2

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Cover design by LOOK Design Studio

    Author is represented by MacGregor Literary, Inc.

    Contents

    Cover

    Title Page

    Copyright Page

    Key Players

    Charlon

    Trevn

    Grayson

    Wilek

    Gozan

    Wilek

    Trevn

    Charlon

    Grayson

    Trevn

    Hinck

    Wilek

    Amala

    Kalenek

    Trevn

    Qoatch

    Charlon

    Trevn

    Wilek

    Amala

    Wilek

    Kalenek

    Wilek

    Trevn

    A Note From the Author

    Acknowledgments

    About the Author

    THE KINSMAN CHRONICLES

    Back Ads

    Key Players

    ARMANIA

    House Hadar

    Echad [EE-kad]-Rosâr Hadar, king of Armania

    Schwyl, Echad’s onesent

    Onika [ON-ik-ah], the True Prophet, a blind woman

    Tulay [TOO-lay], honor maiden to Onika

    Yoana [Yo-AHNA], honor maiden to Onika

    Kempe [KEM-pay], Onika’s personal maid

    Rustian, Onika’s dune cat

    Brelenah-Rosârah, Echad’s first wife, Wilek and Inolah’s mother

    Captain Rayim Veralla, captain of the Queen’s Guard

    Hawley, Brelenah’s onesent

    Inolah-Sârah Orsona-Hadar, daughter of Echad and Brelenah, mother of Emperor Ulrik

    Princess Vallah Orsona, Inolah’s daughter, Emperor Ulrik’s sister

    Princess Tinyah Orsona, Inolah’s daughter, Emperor Ulrik’s sister

    Wilek [WILL-ek]-Sâr Hadar, son of Echad and Brelenah

    Novan, Wilek’s High Shield

    Rystan Barta, Duke of Tal, Zeroah’s brother, Wilek’s backman

    Dendrick, Wilek’s onesent

    Zeroah Barta-Hadar, Wilek’s wife, Loran’s niece

    Doth, Zeroah’s guard

    Ephec, Zeroah’s guard

    Trevn-Sâr Hadar, son of Echad and Thallah

    Sir Cadoc Wyser, Trevn’s High Shield

    Ottee, Trevn’s onesent

    Mielle, Trevn’s wife, Kalenek’s ward

    Enetta, Hrettah and Rashah’s nurse

    Hrettah-Sârah Hadar, daughter of Echad and Valena

    Sir Kenard Taldun, Hrettah’s High Shield

    Ulmer Gelsly, Kenard’s backman

    Rashah-Sârah Hadar, daughter of Echad and Valena

    Sir Zeric Meray, Rashah’s High Shield

    Rey Kael, Zeric’s backman

    Other Armanians

    Pia, Janek’s former concubine

    Sir Kamran DanSâr, son of Echad and Zenobia

    Amala, Kalenek’s ward, Mielle’s little sister

    Oli Agoros, Duke of Canden

    Admiral Aldair Livina, admiral of the king’s fleet

    Norgam Bussie, captain of the Seffynaw

    Nietz, first mate

    Shinn, second mate

    Zaki, sailor

    Bonds, sailor

    Rzasa, sailor

    Father Burl Mathal, medial priest of the Rôb church

    Jhorn, a retired soldier and amputee

    Grayson, a boy with a gray rash

    The Omatta Clan

    Rand, leader of the Omatta

    Meelo, Rand’s son

    Zahara, Rand’s daughter

    Burk, a pirate

    Traitors to Armania

    Barthel Rogedoth (also known as Prince Mergest III), former Pontiff of Armania, grandfather of Janek, father of Laviel, uncle to Loran

    Timmons, Barthel’s onesent

    Dendron, a great shadir, bonded to Barthel Rogedoth

    Laviel-Rosârah, Echad’s second wife, Janek’s mother, Barthel’s daughter

    Eudora Agoros, Oli’s sister, Barthel’s wife

    Sârah Jemesha, Echad’s sister, Oli and Eudora’s mother

    Zenobia, Echad’s former concubine, mother of Kamran DanSâr

    Kabada, a common shadir, bonded to Zenobia

    Agmado Harton/Harton Sonber, a guard

    Hinckdan Faluk, Earl of Dacre

    Mattenelle, called Nellie, Janek’s former concubine

    Lilou Caridod, Echad’s former mistress

    Fonu Edekk, a mantic

    Haroan, a common shadir, bonded to Fonu

    Ragaz, a slight shadir, bonded to Fonu

    Filkin Yohthehreth, Rôb prophet

    Zithel Lau, Rôb priest

    SARIKAR

    House Pitney

    King Loran Pitney, king of Sarikar, the God’s King

    Princess Saria, Loran’s daughter

    Prince Thorvald, Loran’s son

    Prince Rosbert, brother to Loran

    Lady Riyah, Rosbert’s daughter

    Lady Tesslia, Rosbert’s daughter

    Lord Kanzer, Rosbert’s son

    RUREKAU

    House Orsona

    Emperor Ulrik Orsona, emperor of Rurekau

    Sir Iamot, Ulrik’s High Shield

    Taleeb, Ulrik’s onesent

    Prince Ferro Orsona, Ulrik’s younger brother

    Thallah-Rosârah Orsona, Echad’s third wife, Trevn’s mother, Ulrik’s great-aunt

    General Balat, head of the Igote guard

    Kakeeo, Rurekan sheriff

    MAGONIA

    Ruling Clan

    Mreegan, Magonian Chieftess

    Kateen, First of Mreegan’s Five Maidens

    Astaa, Second of Mreegan’s Five Maidens

    Roya, Third of Mreegan’s Five Maidens

    Rone, number One of Mreegan’s Five Men

    Nuel, number Two of Mreegan’s Five Men

    Vald, number Three of Mreegan’s Five Men

    Torol, number Four of Mreegan’s Five Men

    Gullik, number Five of Mreegan’s Five Men

    Charlon, Mother of the Deliverer

    Shanek, Charlon’s son

    Sir Kalenek Veroth, protector of Shanek

    Magon, a great shadir, bonded to Mreegan and Charlon

    Krola, captain of the Vespara

    TENMA

    Priestess Jazlyn, High Queen of Tenma

    Qoatch [KO-ach], Jazlyn’s eunuch slav, a seer

    Gozan, a great shadir, bonded to Jazlyn

    MAIN SHIPS OF THE FLEET

    Seffynaw [SEF-EE-naw], Rosâr Echad’s ship, flagship of Armania and the fleet

    Rafayah [Raf-AHY-uh], the vice flagship of Armania

    Gillsmore [GILS-mohr], Emperor Ulrik’s ship, now flagship of Rurekau

    Kaloday [KAL-UH-dey], King Loran’s ship, flagship of Sarikar

    Vespara [Ves-PAR-uh], Chieftess Mreegan’s ship, stolen from Sarikar

    Amarnath [EY-mahr-nath], Barthel Rogedoth’s ship

    Malbraid, Rand’s ship

    Taradok, Zahara’s ship

    THE GODS OF THE FIVE REALMS

    Arman, the father god

    Athos, god of justice and law

    Avenis/Avennia, god/goddess of beauty

    Barthos, god of the earth/soil

    Cethra/Cetheria, god/goddess of protection

    Dendron, god of nature

    Gâzar, ruler of the Lowerworld, bringer of death

    Iamos, god/goddess of healing

    Lâhat, god of fire

    Magon, goddess of magic

    Mikreh, god of fate and fortune

    Nivanreh, god of travel

    Rurek, god of war

    Sarik, god of wisdom

    Tenma, the mother god

    Thalassa, virgin goddess of the sea

    Yobat/Yobatha, god/goddess of pleasure and celebration

    Zitheos, god of animals

    Charlon

    The Vespara sailed behind the Rurekan fleet. Following a coast of ice and snow. No sign of the tropical islands Magon had spoken of. The Armanians had passed those by. And Magon had willed the Vespara to follow.

    But when the Armanians found the icy land and stopped to stay, the Chieftess said Magon wanted the Vespara to sail on farther. So they trailed the Rurekans along the western coast. Keeping their distance. Two days of sailing and the Rurekans anchored at the mouth of a vast river.

    Charlon had never seen anything like it. Water wide enough for five ships to sail abreast. It ran above ground and emptied into the sea. Charlon stood along the rail with Mreegan and Captain Krola, watching through grow lenses as the Rurekan ships launched dinghies to go ashore.

    That waterway leads to our new home, Mreegan said.

    Shall we make landfall, then? the captain asked.

    We will wait, Mreegan said, and see what the Rurekans do.

    And so the Vespara waited. Three days passed by as the Rurekans explored.

    Charlon suffered.

    Abstaining from ahvenrood brought pain. Intense headaches and shaking. Weakness in her bones. Heat like a fever, though Sir Kalenek told her she had none. She longed for a taste of root. For the cold. For the magic to fill her veins with power. To be strong again.

    She fought the desire. Pretended to be healthy and strong. To protect the baby. The baby Torol had given her. The baby she would keep when the Chief­tess took Shanek away to rule Armania.

    On the fourth morning the Rurekans returned to their ships and sailed past the river. Up the coast to the west.

    It is as Magon decreed, Mreegan said. We will follow the river inland to our new homeland.

    "What about the Vespara?" Krola asked.

    Magonians are land dwellers, Mreegan said. The ship is unimportant.

    Charlon did not like putting her trust in the Chieftess. She missed not being able to speak with Magon. Could no longer see the goddess since she’d stopped taking ahvenrood. Charlon ached for the goddess’s attention. For the confidence that came from knowing her. For the fulfillment of the promise that she would one day make Charlon Chieftess.

    We must not stray too far from the Armanians, Charlon said to Mreegan. For Shanek’s sake.

    No, Mreegan said. We need distance, for now. And time. Shanek is growing quickly, but it might take several years for him to reach manhood.

    Surely not. Charlon glanced at the boy. He now looked five or six years of age. He was climbing the lower part of the rigging like a ladder. Sir Kalenek stood by, one hand grazing the boy’s back.

    No me do it. Shanek pushed Kal’s hand away. Shanek do it myself.

    Charlon winced. His speech may take longer to mature.

    I am glad you can see that much, Mreegan said. His mind is not developing as quickly as his body.

    Sir Kalenek had warned the Chieftess that Shanek was growing too quickly. Give him less ahvenrood, Charlon said.

    Sir Kalenek would have him remain a boy for too long, Mreegan said. We must rush his body to manhood, then train his mind. Magon assures me this is best.

    Her wisdom is all surpassing, Charlon admitted.

    While we wait, we will plant and harvest ahvenrood, Mreegan said. Then, when Shanek is ready, we will have the power we need to assist in his takeover of the father realms.

    Charlon studied the icy landscape. It seems too cold to grow anything now.

    Magon assures me that spring will come soon.

    Charlon wanted to believe it. Growing up in Rurekau, she had never known seasons beyond dry, cool, and stormmer, when the rains flooded the desert for a solid month. But Magonia, being farther south, had a more temperate climate. Even had snow in the forests bordering the Polar Desert. Evidence of so many plants and trees on this frozen land gave good reason to hope that root might grow eventually.

    Shanek screamed.

    Charlon’s heart leapt within. She sprinted toward Sir Kalenek, who was now on his knees, holding the boy in his arms.

    What happened? Charlon asked. Did he fall?

    Sir Kalenek shook his head and tapped his temple.

    Charlon studied Shanek’s small face, scrunched and streaked in tears, mouth muttering, Be quiet, you. Right now. Be quiet, be quiet.

    Her heart sank. Since they’d reached this new land, Shanek had begun to hear voices. She suspected a shadir might be toying with him. All his short life, the creatures had been his playmates. But they were also tricksters. Tricksters who might torment him just for amusement. Unfortunately, she could no longer see into the Veil. And she dared not ask for help. That would only cast suspicion.

    Keep him away from people when he gets like this, Charlon told Sir Kalenek. Take him to his cabin.

    Sir Kalenek scooped Shanek into one arm and carried him away. The boy curled his body around the knighten, eyes screwed shut, still mumbling, You don’t talk to Shanek. You stop it.

    Charlon watched them go as Krola ordered the anchor dropped into the sea. Roya and the other maidens oversaw the unloading of the ship.

    This did not happen quickly. Two days later, by the time the sun had reached its pinnacle, their tribe was trekking inland along the river through ankle-deep snow. Weak horses moved slowly, pulling heavily laden wagons. Looked as weary as Charlon felt. Tufts of yellow grass sprouted from the whiteness of the barren flatland. Dead. Mreegan continued to assert that spring would bring everything to life. They would plant ahvenrood. It would grow.

    Charlon wanted to believe. But everything looked dead. The only life she saw were black birds with red eyes. They flew overhead in groups. Followed the tribe, circled. Roosted nearby and screeched. Always watching. Mreegan ordered the men to kill some for dinner, and arrows flew.

    Though Charlon’s head ached, her body shook, and her bare feet were numb, she liked the snow. It reminded her of shadir magic. But when they stopped for the night and set up their tents, she found her toes were red and raw. Torol heated water. Helped Charlon soak her feet. She needed healing but didn’t dare risk taking ahvenrood.

    The next day Torol wrapped Charlon’s feet in strips of leather. It helped. But pain still ached with every step. Feet went numb. In late midday Charlon staggered. Tripped and fell.

    What is wrong with you? Mreegan asked, standing over where Charlon had fallen.

    My feet hurt, she said.

    Call on Magon to heal them.

    Torol crouched at Charlon’s side and helped her sit.

    Mreegan stared at Charlon, eyes boring within. Her smile ended the confrontation. You cannot. You stopped taking ahvenrood, didn’t you? To protect your child? She glanced at Sir Kalenek, who held Shanek’s hand. Not that child. She turned her gaze on Torol. Another.

    She knows. I want it to be normal, Charlon said.

    Mreegan sneered down on her. You dislike what Shanek is?

    The root burdens him. I want this child to be free of root. At least until it is born. Then I can teach it to wield the magic like the rest of us.

    Lies! Mreegan yelled. Magon tells me you want a family, like those who live in the father realms. After what you suffered in Rurekau, you would give a man control of your life?

    Charlon sputtered. Met Torol’s gaze. Kind eyes. No words came forth to explain.

    You are not fit to be Mother, Mreegan said.

    Can’t you see? Charlon said. The goddess has made me Mother twice now.

    You fool. Magon did not do this. There is nothing special about the child you carry. Mreegan raised her hand. I have wasted too much time on you.

    Charlon braced herself for pain.

    But Mreegan lifted her hand. Toward Torol. "Âtsar hebel."

    Torol fell. Into the snow beside Charlon. Silent. Unmoving.

    No! Charlon screamed. Lifted Torol’s limp hand. Clutched his bearded cheek. Bring him back. Magon!

    You abandoned the goddess, Mreegan said.

    Charlon shook her head. Everything blurred. Tears blinding. She wiped them away, desperate. Desperate to look clearly upon Torol’s face. While she still could. Magon can revive him. She dug through the snow. Grabbed fistfuls of icy dirt. Rubbed it on her face. Goddess, please. Have mercy on your servant.

    She will not. Mreegan stood tall and fierce, glaring down. This man divided your loyalties, caused you to keep secrets from Magon, from me. He made you forsake us both by ceasing to take ahvenrood.

    Sobs shook Charlon. Stabbed shards of pain within. My idea. She heaved a breath of air. Not his. Another breath. And only for a time. Only so she could live through the child’s birth.

    Magon is a jealous goddess, the Chieftess said. She shares her people with no one.

    Charlon wept. Choked as the tears clogged her throat. So unfair. So cruel. Torol was loyal. To you. To us all.

    No, Charlon. He was loyal to you.

    He was! Torol had always been loyal to Charlon. He had been her One. And Mreegan had killed him.

    Fury welled up from within. Brought inexplicable strength. Take revenge, her heart said.

    Charlon sprang to her feet. Tackled Mreegan. They fell into the snow. Charlon punched the Chieftess. Pulled a handful of hair. Clawed her face.

    A single word from Mreegan sent Charlon flying through the air. She hit the ground on her back. Felt something break inside. The strength from anger wilted. Without ahvenrood, she could not. Could not stand against Mreegan’s power.

    Put her in the wagon, she heard Mreegan say. I will deal with her later. For now, let her suffer.

    Rone appeared above. Crouched and picked up Charlon. Movement sent shocking pain. Pain that pulled Charlon into darkness.

    Charlon woke. Lying in her tent on a bed of furs. A fire crackled in the brazier. Beside it Sir Kalenek sat with elbows on knees, staring into the flames.

    Her head ached. Her limbs trembled. But other than feeling the loss of ahvenrood, Charlon felt no pain.

    Sir Kalenek? Her voice sounded small. Broken.

    The knighten looked toward her. Got up and approached. How do you feel?

    Fine. Mreegan healed me?

    Roya.

    Fear spiked through Charlon. The child? She pressed her hand against her stomach.

    Sir Kalenek’s lips drew into a straight line. Since Mreegan had healed his scars, his expressions were far easier to read. Roya said it died when you fell.

    When Mreegan had thrown her.

    Anger stretched deep. Anchored roots within. Fight back, her heart said.

    Charlon would fight. And Mreegan would pay. For everything.

    Roya also said you’re no longer the Mother, Sir Kalenek added.

    Panic pushed anger aside. Where is Shanek?

    The Chieftess is keeping him in her tent. She says . . . His voice grew hoarse. We cannot be trusted.

    A mournful cry came from Charlon. Like the drone of One’s lure.

    Mreegan had taken everything.

    Too much pain, her heart said. We must fight.

    But Charlon could only weep.

    She remembered little after that. Deep sobbing. Ceaseless tears. An endless ache. Life without hope.

    And arms that picked her up and held her.

    If not for Sir Kalenek’s merciful arms, Charlon would have died from sorrow.

    She had no doubt.

    Trevn

    Seated on a longchair in his tent, Trevn stared at Oli Agoros, concentrating with every ounce of strength and focusing on the man’s mind. A week ago, almost accidentally, he’d overheard his sister Hrettah’s thoughts, and since then it was almost the only thing he could think about. He’d had no trouble listening in on Wilek’s or Hrettah’s thoughts, but he hadn’t been able to hear anything from Rashah, Vallah, or Inolah. Now Oli’s mind was proving difficult as well.

    Are you thinking at all? Trevn asked.

    Yes, Your Highness, about the fire. Oli grinned from where he sat beside the brazier and stretched his hands toward the flames. Having trouble?

    Trevn squinted, focusing more and more, hoping for even a single thought to emerge. Oli sat back and tucked his hands behind his head.

    Nothing. This new gift was tricky.

    Sâr Trevn Hadar, a voice whispered in Trevn’s mind. This is Hinckdan Faluk. If you can hear me, answer.

    Trevn answered right away. These are thoughts, Hinck, he said. What are you whispering about?

    I don’t want to be overheard.

    You don’t have to talk out loud to use the voices, you fool. Why must you make everything harder than it need be?

    I’m not speaking out loud, Your Bossiness. I just don’t want Rogedoth to know I can do whatever this is. He spoke to my mind a few times this morning. I ignored him, but I’m worried he knows I’m ignoring him.

    Rogedoth can mind-speak? Trevn asked, dismayed.

    He has royal blood, Hinck said. Apparently Arman doesn’t discriminate.

    Arman had given them this magic as a way to guard against the evil they’d brought to this land. If Rogedoth wasn’t evil, Trevn didn’t know who was.

    Oli, Trevn said, Hinck has contacted me. You and I will continue this experiment later.

    Very well. Oli pushed to his feet and left the tent.

    Did you figure out where you are? Trevn asked.

    We’re on some islands. Not the islands Rogedoth was trying to reach. At least that’s what Nellie’s shadir said. They’re off the coast of your continent, not terribly far from where Emperor Ulrik is building New Rurekau. About twenty leagues, I heard Timmons say.

    A rider could make twenty leagues in a day, Trevn said. Three days for an army. He’d have to tell Wilek to send a warning to Ulrik that Rogedoth was closest to him.

    But there’s three leagues of water between the islands and the shore, Hinck said. So that would add some time to the journey.

    Any ideas as to Rogedoth’s plans? Trevn asked.

    He hasn’t said outright. I eavesdropped on his mind, as you suggested.

    It worked?

    Yes. At first all I heard was him thinking about root, root, and more root. He’s got a ton of the stuff hoarded up in his fortress of reeds, but he wants to grow more. He has compelled a bunch of native pales and has them plowing. He’s paranoid he’ll run out and be powerless.

    A powerless Rogedoth. Ideal. We need to sabotage that field, Trevn said. I’ll ask Captain Veralla for ideas. What else has been happening?

    "He’s thought a lot about building an army. He thinks Sarikar is rightfully

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