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In particular, I'd like to thank my brother, Jordan, for his enthusiasm, support, and loyalty. Check out his handiwork at my Web site: www. The philosophers assure me that this is the time, that the signs have been met.

But I still wonder if they have the wrong man.


So many people depend on me. They say I will hold the future of the entire world on my arms. What would they think if they knew that their champion-the Hero of Ages, their savior-doubted himself?

Perhaps they wouldn't be shocked at all. In a way, this is what worries me most. Maybe, in their hearts, they wonder-just as I do. When they see me, do they see a liar?

Lord Tresting frowned, glancing up at the ruddy midday sky as his servants scuttled forward, opening a parasol over Tresting and his distinguished guest. Ashfalls weren't that uncommon in the Final Empire, but Tresting had hoped to avoid getting soot stains on his fine new suit coat and red vest, which had just arrived via canal boat from Luthadel itself.

Fortunately, there wasn't much wind; the parasol would likely be effective. Tresting stood with his guest on a small hilltop patio that overlooked the fields. Hundreds of people in brown smocks worked in the falling ash, caring for the crops. There was a sluggishness to their efforts-but, of course, that was the way of the skaa. The peasants were an indolent, unproductive lot. They didn't complain, of course; they knew better than that. Instead, they simply worked with bowed heads, moving about their work with quiet apathy.

The passing whip of a taskmaster would force them into dedicated motion for a few moments, but as soon as the taskmaster passed, they would return to their languor. Tresting turned to the man standing beside him on the hill. The tattoos were enormous, reaching all the way across his brow and up the sides of his nose.

This was a full prelan-a very important obligator indeed. Tresting had his own, personal obligators back at the manor, but they were only minor functionaries, with barely a few marks around their eyes. This man had arrived from Luthadel with the same canal boat that had brought Tresting's new suit. You have more,,,direct control over your skaa here.

How many would you say you lose a month? The rest quickly lost heart. I've never understood men who have trouble with their skaa-I find the creatures easy to control, if you show a properly firm hand. He seemed pleased-which was a good thing. The skaa weren't actually Tresting's property. Like all skaa, they belonged to the Lord Ruler; Tresting only leased the workers from his God, much in the same way he paid for the services of His obligators.

The obligator looked down, checking his pocket watch, then glanced up at the sun. Despite the ashfall, the sun was bright this day, shining a brilliant crimson red behind the smoky blackness of the upper sky. Tresting removed a handkerchief and wiped his brow, thankful for the parasol's shade against the midday heat. He will have a favorable report from me on your operations here.

An obligator was required to witness any contract or business deal between noblemen. True, even a lowly obligator like the ones Tresting employed could serve as such a witness-but it meant so much more to impress Straff Venture's own obligator. The obligator turned toward him.

I came not only at the behest of Lord Venture, but to,,,look in on some matters for the Canton of Inquisition. Rumors say that you like to dally with your skaa women. The obligator smiled; he likely meant it to be disarming, but Tresting only found it eerie.

He'd never seen one of the inhuman creatures, but he had heard,,,stories. A man such as yourself-efficient, productive-could go far in Luthadel. A few more years of work, some inspired mercantile deals, and who knows? It wasn't a promise, or even an endorsement-for the most part, obligators were more bureaucrats and witnesses than they were priests-but to hear such praise from one of the Lord Ruler's own servants,,,Tresting knew that some nobility considered the obligators to be unsettling-some men even considered them a bother-but at that moment, Testing could have kissed his distinguished guest.

Tresting turned back toward the skaa, who worked quietly beneath the bloody sun and the lazy flakes of ash. Tresting had always been a country nobleman, living on his plantation, dreaming of perhaps moving into Luthadel itself. He had heard of the balls and the parties, the glamour and the intrigue, and it excited him to no end. I'll have to celebrate tonight, he thought.

There was that young girl in the fourteenth hovel that he'd been watching for some time,,,. He smiled again. A few more years of work, the obligator had said. But could Tresting perhaps speed that up, if he worked a little harder?

His skaa population had been growing lately. Perhaps if he pushed them a bit more, he could bring in an extra harvest this summer and fulfill his contract with Lord Venture in extra measure. Tresting nodded as he watched the crowd of lazy skaa, some working with their hoes, others on hands and knees, pushing the ash away from the fledgling crops. They didn't complain.

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They didn't hope. They barely dared think. That was the way it should be, for they were skaa. They were- Tresting froze as one of the skaa looked up.

The man met Tresting's eyes, a spark-no, a fire-of defiance showing in his expression. Tresting had never seen anything like it, not in the face of a skaa. Please, can I get the traitors blade first book in the series?

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