Sons of the Oak: The Fifth Book of The Runelords

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Certain works of fantasy are immediately recognizable as monuments, towering above the rest of the category. Authors of those works, such as Stephen R. Donaldson, Robert Jordan and Terry Goodkind, come immediately to mind. Add to that list David Farland, whose epic Runelords series continues now in Sons of the Oak.

The story picks up eight years after the events of Lair of Bones and begins a new chapter in the Runelords saga focusing on Gaborn's son, Fallion. Gaborn, the Earth King, has been traveling far from his home, to strange and unknown places. While beyond the edge of the earth, he finally succumbs to the accelerated aging that comes from all of the endowments he has taken. His death is the signal for a revolution, an attack from the supernatural realms by immensely powerful immortal beings.

These forces have discovered that Gaborn's son is the resurrection of an immortal, one whose potential power is so great that he might be able to reorder the entire universe. Fallion's enemies have decided that they must control him, and failing that, destroy him. He is only a child, but he is the heir to Gaborn's kingdom, and so must flee to the ends of the earth to avoid the destruction of all that Gaborn accomplished.

One of the mightiest of contemporary fantasy epics continues.

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About the Author:

David Farland is the author of the bestselling Runelords series, including Chaosbound, The Wyrmling Horde and Worldbinder. He also writes science-fiction as David Wolverton. He won the 1987 Writers of the Future contest, and has been nominated for a Nebula Award and a Hugo Award. Farland also works as a video game designer, and has taught writing seminars around the U.S. and Canada. He lives in Saint George, Utah.

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SONS OF THE OAK
1 PERFECTING THE DARKNESS No one can truly be called a man so long as he basks in the light of his father and mother. For until we are forced to stand alone, we never know the measure of strength that abides within us. And once a boy's father dies, he cannot be called a child any longer.  
--The Wizard Binnesman  
This was the face of the Earth King: Skin the shade of dark green oak leaves, fading in the fall. Old man's hair of silver webs. A sorrowful face as full of furrows as the rind of a rotting apple. And green-black eyes that were wild, hunted, like the eyes of a stag in the forest. That is how Fallion, at the age of nine, remembered his father. A father he had not seen now for three years. Strange then, that on an autumn evening as Fallion rode on a mountain track outside Castle Coorm with his younger brother Jaz and Hearthmaster Waggit beside him, and a small contingent of guards bristling front and back, the image of his father should intrude so heavily on Fallion's mind. "Time to turn back," the point guard, a woman named Daymorra, said in a thick accent. "I smell evil." She nodded to her right, up a hill where fences of stacked gray stones parceled out some cowherd's lands and formed a dam that held back the leaning pine forests of the mountains above. There, at the edge of the forest rose a pair of barrows, houses for the dead. In the swiftly falling darkness, the shadows under the trees were black. And above the mountain hovered a haze, purple and green like a bruise in the sky. Strange lights flashed among the gauzy clouds, as if from distant lightning. Fallion's personal guard, Sir Borenson, laughed and said, "You don't smell evil. It's a storm you smell." Daymorra glanced back, troubled. She was a rugged woman from beyond Inkarra, with strange skin as gray as a tree trunk, black hair as fine as flax, and black eyes that glinted like lightning. She wore a simple outfit of ebony cotton covered by a supple leather vest, with an ornate steel buckler that covered her belly, and a slave's collar of silver around her neck. Neither Fallion nor anyone that he knew had ever seen anyone like Daymorra until she had shown up at the castle six months earlier, sent by Fallion's father to join the guard. "Humans may not smell evil," Daymorra said. "But I've garnered endowments of scent from a burr. They know the smell of evil. Something is there, in trees. Evil spirits, I think." Fallion knew of men who had taken endowments of scent from dogs, but he had never even heard of a burr. Daymorra claimed to have taken endowments of hearing from bats, grace from hunting cats, and brawn from a wild boar. The skill to draw attributes from animals other than dogs was unheard of in Fallion's land. If her story was true, hers was an exotic amalgam of powers. Fallion rose up in his saddle, drew a deep breath, and tasted the air. It was so heavy with water, he could smell tomorrow's morning dew, and the air was just cool enough that he could feel the first thrill of winter in it. I do smell something, he thought. It was like an itch, an electric tingle, across the bridge of his cheek. Daymorra eyed the barrows distrustfully and shivered. "One should give dead to fire or water, not leave evil spirits in the ground. We should turn back now." "Not yet," Waggit argued. "We don't have far to go. There is a thing that the boys must see. Daymorra's nostrils flared; she reined in her horse, as if thinking, then urged it ahead. Fallion's younger brother Jaz had been watching the side of the road for small animals. Fallion's first vivid memory had been of discovering a frog--like a bit of gray-green clay with a dark mask. It had hopped over his head and landed on a lilac leaf when he was only two. He'd thought it was a "squishy grasshopper," and felt the most amazing sense of wonder. After that, Fallion and his brother had become obsessed with hunting for animals--whether they be hedgehogs in the fields above the castle, or batsin the guard towers, or eels and crayfish in the moat. Jaz spoke up, "What is a burr?" Daymorra frowned, then made big eyes and spoke as she rode. "A fawn, I think you call it. It is a forest fawn?" Jaz shrugged and looked to Fallion for help. Though Fallion was only a few months older than his brother, Jaz always looked to him for help. Fallion was both much larger than Jaz and more mature. But even Fallion had never heard of a "forest fawn." Waggit answered, "Among the islands where Daymorra's people come from, the burr is a small antelope--not much taller than a cat--that lives in the jungle. It is a timid creature. It is said that the burr can taste the thoughts of those that hunt them. The fact that Daymorra was able not only to catch one, but to take an endowment from it is ... remarkable." They rode around a bend in silence, plunged below a thin cloud, and climbed again, only the thud of iron-shod hooves and the slithering sound of ring mail announcing them. To the left, the dull sun floated on the horizon like a molten bubble in a vat of ore. For the moment there were clouds above him and below, and Fallion pretended that he was riding through the clouds. The road ahead was barren, riddled with rocks and roots. Fallion caught a movement out of the corner of his eye, glanced to his right, under the shadowed pines. A chill crept up his spine, and his senses came alive. Something was under the shadows. Perhaps it had just been a raven flitting under the trees, black against black. But Fallion saw Borenson reach down with his right hand and grasp his long-handled warhammer, whose metal head had a bird on it, with spikes sticking out like wings. Fallion was young enough to hope that a bear hid in the woods, or a huge stag. Something better than the ground squirrels and cottontail rabbits he'd been spotting along the road. They crested a small hill, overlooking a vale. "Look there, my young princes," Waggit said soberly to both Fallion and Jaz. "Tell me what you see." A cottage squatted below, a tidy home with a freshly thatched roof, surrounded by ruby-colored roses and butterfly bushes. Birds flitted everywhere--yellow-headed bee eaters hovering and diving around the bushes. A woman was out late, handsome, in a burgundy work dress, her hair tied back with a lavender rag, raking hazelnuts onto a ground cloth while her red hens clucked and raced about pecking at bugs and worms in the freshly turned leaves. The woman glanced uphill at the riders, no doubt alerted by the thud of hooves on hard clay, the jangle of weapons. Worry showed in her eyes, but when she saw Borenson, she flashed a smile, gave a nod, and went back to work. Hearthmaster Waggit whispered to the boys, "What do you know of that woman?" Fallion tried to let his mind clear in the way that Waggit had taught him, to focus. He was supposed to gaze not just upon her face or figure, but upon the totality of her--her clothing, her movements, the house and possessions that she surrounded herself with. Waggit was teaching the boys to "read." Not to read characters or runes upon a parchment, but to read gestures and body language--to "read" people. Waggit, who had mastered several disciplines in the House of Understanding, insisted that "Of all the things I teach you, reading the human animal, as is taught in the Room of Eyes, is the skill that you will invoke most in life. Reading a person well can mean the difference between life and death." "She's not married," Jaz offered. "You can tell because she doesn't have any clothes but hers drying on the line." Jaz always tried to speak first, making the easy observations. That only made Fallion's job harder. Fallion was being tested; he struggled to find something more insightful to say. "I don't think she wants to get married ... ever." Behind him, Sir Borenson gave a sharp snort of a laugh and demanded, "Why would you say that?" Borenson knew this land, this woman. His snort sounded almost derisive, as if Fallion had guessed wrong. So Fallion checked himself, and answered. "You and Waggit are her age. If she wanted a husband, she'd smile and look for a reason to talk. But she's afraid of you. She keeps her shoulders turned away, like she's saying, 'Come near me, and I'll run.'" Borenson laughed again. Waggit asked, "Is he correct?" "He's got the widow Huddard right," Borenson said. "Cool as midwinter.Many a man has wanted to warm her bed, but she'll have nothing to do with any of them." "Why not?" Waggit asked. But he didn't ask Borenson or Jaz. Instead he looked at Fallion, probing, testing. What he saw was a handsome boy with black hair, tanned features, nearly flawless. His face still swelled with the fat of a child, but his eyes held the wisdom of an old man. Waggit studied the boy and thought, He's so young--too young to plumb the depths of the human soul. He is, after all, only a child, without even a single endowment of wit to his name. But Waggit also knew that Fallion was of a special breed. The children born in the past few years--after the Great War--were different from children born in the past. Stronger. Wiser. Some thought that it had to do with the Earth King. As if the rise of the first Earth King in two millennia had bestowed a blessing upon their seed. It was said that children in the rising generation were more perfect than their forefathers, more like the Bright Ones of the netherworld than normal children. And if this was true of the get of common swineherds, it was doubly true of the Earth King's firstborn, Fallion. Fallion's brother Jaz was nothing like Fallion. He was a kind boy, small for his age, and already distracted by a salamander pawing through the dead leaves by the roadside. He would be a thoughtful prince someday, Waggit imagined, but nothing special. But Fallion had a greater destiny. Even now he gazed down upon the widow, trying to discover why she would never marry. Her little cottage at the edge of the wilds was so ... lush. The garden behind the house was lavish for a lone woman, and it was kept behind a tall fence so that her milk goat, which stood in the crook of a low apple tree, could not get the vegetables. Bushes and trees had been planted around the house to break the wind and offer shelter to birds--bee eaters and sparrows that, like the chickens, cleared the garden of worms and beetles. Wicker flower baskets hung from the eaves of the cottage, drawing honeybees, and Fallion did not doubt that the widow Huddard knew where the hives lay. This woman lived in harmony with nature. Her home was a little island paradise surrounded by rocky hills. Fallion said, "She works hard. Nobody around her works as hard. We've seen a hundred cottages along the road, but none like hers. She doesn't want to raise some man like he was a baby." Sir Borenson laughed again. Waggit agreed, "I suspect that you're right. The other shacks that we've passed were poor indeed. Their owners merely survive. They look at the hard clay, the rocky ground, and don't have the heart to work it. So they let their sheep and cattle crop the grass short and live off what scraps of meat they can get. But this woman, she thrives on ground that breaks the hearts of lesser men. One widow with the heart of a warlord, forever battling the rocks and clay and cold up on this hillside ... ." Waggit spoke with a note of finality. The lesson was done. Fallion asked Waggit, "Did you bring us all of the way up here, just to see one old lady?" "I didn't bring you up here," Waggit said. "Your father did." Jaz's head snapped up. "You saw my da?" he asked eagerly. "When?" "I didn't see him," Waggit said. "I heard the command last night, in my heart. A warning. He told me to bring you boys here." A warning? Fallion wondered. Somehow it surprised him that his father had spared him a thought. As far as Fallion knew, his father had forgotten that he even had a pair of sons. Fallion sometimes felt as fatherless as the by-blows that littered the inns down on Candler's Street. Fallion wondered if there was more that his father had wanted him to see. Fallion's father could use his Earth Powers to peer into the hearts of men and see their pasts, their desires. No man alive could know another person or judge their worth like Fallion's father. Fallion's horse ambled forward, nosed a clump of grass by the roadside. Fallion drew reins, but the beast fought him. "Get back," Fallion growled, pulling hard. Borenson warned the stallion, "Careful, friend, or the stable-master will have your walnuts." All right, Fallion thought, I've seen what my father wanted me to see. But why does he want me to see it now? Then Fallion had it. "With a lot of work, you can thrive in a hard place."With rising certainty he said, "That is what my father wants me to know. He is sending us to a hard place." Borenson and Waggit caught each other's eyes. A thrill passed between them. "Damn," Borenson said, "that boy is perceptive." Movement up on the hill drew Fallion's eye--a shadow flitted like a raven between the trees. Fallion could not see what had drawn his attention. The wet trunks of the pines were as black as ruin. The forest looked as wild and rugged as Fallion's father. He focused on the tree line. A few great oaks sprawled silently along a ridge, offering shade to a pair of brown cattle, while smaller oaks crowded the folds. But still there was no sign of what had drawn his eye, and again Fallion felt uneasy. Something is there, Fallion realized. Something in the shadows of the trees, watching us--a wight perhaps. The ghost of a shepherd or a woodsman. The loud bleat of a sheep rode down from the woods above, echoing among the hills in the crisp evening air. "Time to go," Borenson said, turning his horse; the others fell in line. But the image of the cottage lingered, and Fallion asked, "The widow Huddard, she ... makes a lot of her own things. She sells milk and vegetables, honey and whatnot?" "And your question is?" Waggit asked. "She lives well from her own labors. But I was born a lord. What can I make?" Fallion thought of the craftsmen at the castle--the armorers, the alewives, the master of the hounds, the dyers of wool. Each jealously guarded the secrets of his trade, and though Fallion suspected that he could master any of those trades, he had no one to teach him. Waggit smiled with satisfaction. "The common folk manipulate things," he said. "Blacksmiths work metal, farmers till the land. That is how they earn their living. But a lord's art is a greater art: he manipulates people." "Then we are no better than leeches," Fallion said. "We just live off of others." Sir Borenson sounded so angry that his voice came out a near roar."A good lord earns his keep. He doesn't just use others, he empowers them. He encourages them. He makes them more than what they could become by themselves." Maybe, Fallion thought, but only because they know that he'll kill them if they don't do what he says. With a sly grin, Waggit added, "A lord's craft can indeed be marvelous. He molds men. Take Sir Borenson here. Left to his own devices, he is but the basest of clay. He has the natural instincts of a ... cutthroat--&quo...

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