COIN OF THE REALM
Videssos was beset by enemies abroad and had fallen into decadence at
home. But on his first night in the imperial capital, The Empires
health mattered less to Krispos than finding a dry place to sleep.
Driven
by crushing taxes from the farm where his family had lived – and died – Krispos had come to the. city seeking what fortune a good mind and a
strong back could earn. He had a single goldpiece to his name – the
gift, years past, of a nomad chieftain to a ragged peasant boy. Now,
though the night was raw and the inn was warm, he was loath to spend
that coin, for the barbarian had claimed it carried magic.
Keep
his lucky goldpiece or trade it for a warm, dry bed? Krispos tucked the
coin away and stepped back into the wet streets – all unaware that so
simple a choice would lead to a world of peril and possibility...