Get Free Copy

100 free copies left

This novel is limited to 100 free copies due to its part in Inkitt’s Novel Contest.

0
Free copy left
You can read our best books
kheprinmatu would love your feedback! Got a few minutes to write a review?
Write a Review

The Iron Hound

By kheprinmatu All Rights Reserved ©

Action / Fantasy

Blurb

Tutelar Idris Menhyr is a brutal and enigmatic man, waging a campaign in order to eliminate the other warlords of Tirgodh. Tradition demands he stoke the fires of war, but he is driven by deeper motivations. Ahn, trained as a chronicler from birth in Ashiir, and assigned by divine decree, has the delightful task of recording every last word the man mutters, every step he takes. The Council of Kings sits apart from the blood shed in their name, ever vigilant of their kingdoms as they teeter between stability and stagnation. When a piece becomes too successful, too aggressive, sacred rites are invoked to manipulate the arena back into order. When Idris receives demands from the Council of Kings, he foists the task upon his chronicler and puts the tedious matter to the back of his mind. Ahn forges ahead, lost in a duty she has little knowledge of, and Tutelar Menhyr discovers that even a burr, if left to fester, can prove toxic.

1.1

“There are things certain in this life, death being chief among them, but I am not one to linger on the morbid. No, I speak of the pre-ordained, the given, the certainties, that might have become something else entirely, if we’d simply imagined.

Even before my birth, my role in life was mapped out. I was born into a prestigious line of scholars, and as the first daughter, I would become a chronicler. Not for even a moment, did it occur to me that there was something else I could do, might want to do.

And so it was, when I later left my homeland to take an assignment given, if the native belief was to be observed, by a divine being. It was an honour, and certainly one I wouldn’t reconsider taking now, but there were many different paths that might have been, and probably some that should have been, and I do often wonder what might have happened if I’d just thought to imagine something else.” - First Loreholder Nen-Shek Ahn, Letters of the Dincroft Dynasty


The shuffle of booted feet on the hard-packed mud outside was not the first hint that he had a visitor. Even the perpetual camp buzz couldn’t hide the prominent thud of impatient hooves. Straightening, Tutelar Menhyr pushed himself away from the terrain map unfurled on the tabletop before him. He shifted a stone back to the corner of the curling parchment.

The pavillion did much to shield him from winter bearing winds, but stray gusts had a habit of finding their way through the entrance. As if on cue, the harsh breath of morning air brushed the Tutelar’s cheek, rustling strands of thick, brown hair about his ears. Sliding his gaze towards the entryway, he spotted the source. The tent flap, pulled aside by the hand of one of two men-at-arms guarding the front of the pavillion, allowed a stocky, muck-splattered messenger to duck below the canvas. The scarlet and cobalt livery of the Council of Kings was hard to miss, even with the modest caking of dirt.

A peremptory bow followed as the messenger spied the Tutelar. Stepping into the candlelight flickering from the tabletop, the man’s groomed moustache, bristling as words began to form, glistened with remnants of a sweaty journey.

“Tutelar Idris Menhyr,” he breathed, voice coarse, harsh.

The Tutelar didn’t miss the absence of proper greeting.

Dipping into a leather-bound compartment sewed onto the man’s outfit, the messenger slid out a scroll case.

“I bring a missive on behalf of Their August Majesties, the Council of Kings.”

The ground beneath his booted feet crunched as he stepped forwards. The Tutelar stared at the messenger for a good, long moment, his weathered features as expressive as a rock. The Council’s proxy looked ready to reiterate the announcement, pushing the scroll case towards the taller man.

“Set it on the table and leave,” Tutelar Menhyr directed, returning his attention to the unfurled map, crossing arms over his chest, wrinkling the surcoat.

The messenger did as instructed, straightening after he placed the case on the tabletop, next to the map.

“Their Majesties expect a response.”

Idris worked a knot out of his jaw, grinding teeth as he did so. “I’m certain they do.”

Clearly the Council’s man was unused to anything but complete compliance. His cheeks puffed as his mind worked a retort to his lips.

“Did you mishear me, emissary?” The Tutelar glanced up from the map, irritation drawing furrows into his brow. “Leave.”

The local blackram, famed for its curling, sturdy horns, were eager to butt heads, often to the point of exhaustion. Like a grizzled old tup, the Tutelar’s will soon overcame the runt’s and the Council’s proxy shuffled back towards the entryway, indignation flaring behind his eyes.

Idris dismissed the unsavoury business, eyeing the scroll case with mild curiosity and much-tempered wariness. The Council of Kings, as settled as they were atop a mountain of complacency, rarely delivered favourable news. He knew his early departure from court would have ruffled a few feathers, expected some kind of vitriol to follow, and yet for them to send a rider so soon was out of character. He curled a gloved hand around the solid leather case, scanning the textured surface, the dark blue wax that housed the Council’s sacred seal.

The faintest scent of earth and wool drifted past Tutelar Menhyr and he knew Ahn had arrived. It was about that time. His hand tightened around the case.

The chronicler made her way across the pavillion towards the solitary stool off to one side, her stool.

“I’m barely out of smelling distance and they’ve already sent dogs to bark at my heels.”

There was no immediate response and he turned then, scroll case already leaving his grip as he tossed it in her direction. It clattered onto the ground, biting into the dirt, just a step from Ahn’s grey travelling boots.

“Deal with it. I have no patience for their admonishments today.”

The chronicler looked up from the scroll case at his words, shapely eyebrows arching. Ahn’s Ashiiri homeland had blessed her with deep-brown eyes and dark, olive skin. In comparison to the fairer hues of those who surrounded her now, she was very different, and it had taken Idris a good time to adjust to reading her mannerisms. She was the constant, persistent, presence. It was almost comforting in a way, like the old, well-thumbed copy of Verses on the Red Mountain, tucked into his saddle pack. Currently, Ahn’s expression was just as easy to read. She disapproved.

The chronicler had a bad habit of voicing her concerns, but the Tutelar was pleased to note that she had decided against it on this occasion. She stooped low to pluck the leather case from the ground, her robes scraping the mud as she did so. She was hardly elegant, bending at the waist instead of the knees as women were expected to. He often found the paucity of etiquette in her presence a refreshing change.

Their eyes met again. She was hesitating, clutching the scroll in the free hand, the other arm occupied by a hefty tome. Straightening to her full height, still a good head shorter than the Tutelar, she glanced down at the official document. Whatever inner war had been waging within her seemed to resolve itself as she retreated to the stool, taking a seat and setting the leather-bound archive book on her lap.

Seeing her begin to peel off the seal, Idris turned back to the terrain map. The Carnac Mountains dominated the landscape in the eastern section of the diagram. To the north-east, just off the map, lay the lands of the Menhyr Tutelary. West and north of the expansive mountain range, huddled into its prosperous valley, sat Myn Morvalen, capital of Tirgodh. Wooden markers, painted red, blue, green, covered ink spots that represented towns, forts, or outposts. Two red markers remained, the representation of that which he had failed to achieve this season.

Reaching down, he idly nudged at one of the two tokens with a gloved forefinger. The wooden circle slid about the map freely, revealing the symbol of Aryst of the Dun. Every cycle, his campaign season would be cut short with the call to the capital, the summons issued to every Tutelar of Tirgodh, heralding the mandatory attendance of a series of festivals intermingled with administrative meetings and political addresses. It was tedious. More than that, it was expensive, a drain on an already depleted coffer.

Idris felt the toe of his boot dig into dirt and deliberately placed his foot flat on the ground. It was a tic that had developed from the habit of treading ash. Even if it had been a long time since he’d touched a pipe, the body clung to familiarity when the mind wandered.

“The Council of Kings writes that you must master a varlet, Tutelar.” Ahn’s voice swatted aside his agitation, replacing it with something far more familiar.

She sounded hesitant, and there was little wonder as to the reason. After a moment, the Tutelar turned, regarding first the scroll in her hands and then her face. She looked pinched, lips pressed so tightly together, Idris wondered what it was she was trying not to say.

The idea of mastering and varlets summoned up memories from the dredges of his mind that were unsavoury at best. It was a sacred tradition that every Tutelar must engage in at some point in their life. He knew it had been expected of him before he’d passed thirty cycles, let alone after forty. For the Council to officially enforce the duty, he must really have pissed them off.

As the silence stretched out, he found the increasing discomfort being displayed on Ahn’s face did a little to off-set the irritation throbbing in his temple. Sucking in a short, sharp breath, he knew he had to make a decision.

“Boden has in his possession a record of offers. Once we arrive tonight, fetch them, and choose for me a suitable varlet.”

“Me?” As soon as the word passed her lips, she looked as if she regretted them.

The tension that had been slowly ebbing away returned with renewed vigour.

“Do you see anyone else?”

The chronicler stood, awkwardly hefting the tome under her arm as she balanced the scroll between two fingers.

“I am wholly unqualified, Tutelar.”

“You’re a smart woman, Ahn. I trust you to see the task done.”

Her eyebrows were already drawing together to form the all-too-familiar disapproving frown. He wanted to hear nothing further on the subject and turned on his heel, surcoat flapping behind him. A band of sunlight cut into the shade covering the strategy table, and for a moment the Tutelar thought he might have been saved by the distraction of mundane camp affairs. When one of the pavillion guards bowed his head and resealed the entryway, he realised the wind was simply making a mockery of him. Turning his eyes skyward, looking past the striped canvas over his head, he dared Segeri to torment him more.

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Chapters
1. 1.1
Further Recommendations

Shifa Gohar: this book is my first on inkitt and I love it thoroughly...but i guess this is not the end. The characters were amazing the plot too. At times it scared me more than a horror movie would. Love the plot something i had not read in a while.

genlynne2379: I read the other review of this book and I must say that I disagree with it wholeheartedly. I do not believe the author put the apostrophes in the names just to be unique, but because the characters are supposedly of a different race than humans. They are Anmah. They should have different names a...

Marijana1: The melancholy present throughout this story has the power to influence and etch into the minds of the readers, to stay there and refuse to leave even after they have finished reading the story. This is a deep, powerful story, making the readers wonder about everything – about love, about their e...

frank17boy3: Great story ,it took me back to the days of Hank Janson etc if you are of a certain age you will know what I mean.Straight forward and no messing about,more twists than a rattlesnake.l Loved it.If you like an none stop page turner I think you will too,

catd69: Karim is a very talented writer. When I started reading his journey it took me into the book and I was in the story till the end. I've never felt this way with any other writers stories. If you want to read a gripping adventure, this will be the one book I would suggest you pick.

noelia herrera: I could not stop reading this book. it was truly great and it caught my attention quick. there was some misspelled words and some misplaced. but overall, IT WAS FANTASTIC! great job. I recommended this book to all my family and friends.

John Smith: This is what Sci Fi is all about. Reads like early Heinlein. In the style of Space Cadets. No esoteric problems..but good ol blaster and space action with a host of relatable characters

nikmariecav: I loved reading this book! I was hooked from the moment I started reading. It took me a day to read the whole thing but I didn't want to stop reading. The way the paragraphs were broken up made it at times hard to read and know what was going on. Other than that I loved the plot and the character...

263Adder: Okay so I adore this story. I only knocked one star off plot for historical inaccuracies because I'm a bit of a stickler for that. The ending broke my heart though, considering you already changed history couldn't you (SPOILER) change it a bit more and have them together!!!! I want an alternative...

More Recommendations

Judy Haun-Morelock: A very imaginative, compelling story that captivates and holds your attention. Just how will the new Joshua deal with all the changes in his life: his appearance, surroundings, new friends and enemies.

Ahmad Momenai: it's so amazing to see the story build up, in each chapter a part would be started and made its way towards the main story and even sometimes i would doubt which story was the main story.i have read about half the story and it was worth every moment;i am a book worm and i have read LotR, Harry po...

Stephen Warner: To start off, I am thoroughly impressed. The writing style is somewhat unique, and the plot seemed to move at a nice and steady pace. However, I was not expecting this to be a vampire book! I am usually not one for novels about vampires, but I was pleasantly surprised! You wrote with such grace a...

tsolaidowu: I want a continuation dammit....I loved this book and the 1st one. I can't believe this is it. I'm not ready to say goodbye to Jeff and Lorie; and the gang. Great book and storyline. You're a genius Madelyn.

Arabella: The catchy blurb caught my attention. The story is creepy but I would not qualify it as a horror story. The characters are likeable and I’m impatiently waiting for new stories from Obsidian Fae.

Felisa Yoder Osburn: I really enjoyed the story. Civil War stories are some of my favorites and the intertwining of the past with current times was wonderful. I look forward to reading the next stories.