THE BORDER WARS
An uneasy peace had prevailed these last few years
between the Empire of Videssos and rival Makuran. But now Makuran's
King of Kings alerted his border holdings - even the small fortress
where Abivard's father was lord - to prepare for barbarian raids. But
Abivard himself received a warning of a different sort: an eerie
prophecy of a field, a hill, and a shield shining across the sea.
Before
a season had turned, his father and his King lay dead upon the field of
battle - the very place foreseen in the vision. Abivard hastened home to
defend his family and his land. To his dismay, the most urgent danger
came not from marauding tribes, or from Videssos, but from the capital.
An obscure and greedy bureaucrat had captured the crown; the rightful
heir had disappeared, and no mortal man would say where he might be
found.
Abivard's strange fate would lead him to his King, though, and on through peril to the very brink of greatness - and of doom!