title: Krondor: The Betrayal (Riftwar Saga)
author:  Raymond E. Feist 
description: A new episode in Feist's massively successful Riftwar saga. From the endlessly inventive mind of one of fantasy's all-time greats, comes a spellbinding new adventure featuring old favourites Jimmy, Locklear and Pug. It is nine years on from the aftermath of Sethanon. There has been peace awhile and it's been needed. But news is feeding through to the people of the Kingdom of the Isles that deadly forces are stirring on the horizon. The bringer of the latest tidings is Gorath, a moredhel (dark elf). The bloodletting has started. Nighthawks are murdering again. Politics is a dangerous, cut-throat game once more. At the root of all this unrest lie the mysterious machinations of a group of magicians known as The Six. Meanwhile, renegade Tsurani gem smugglers, a rival criminal gang to the Mockers led by someone known only as The Crawler, and traitors to the crown are all conspiring to bring the Kingdom of the Isles to its knees.
zlib_text: **Krondor : The Betrayal**
  
  
  Riftwar Legacy Book 1
  
  
  Raymond E. Feist
  
  
    
  
  
  # PROLOGUE - Warning
  
  
  The wind howled.
  
  
  Locklear, squire
  
  
  of the Prince of Krondor’s court, sat huddled under his heavy
  
  
  cloak, astride his horse. Summer was quick to flee in the Northlands
  
  
  and the passes through the mountains known as the Teeth of the World.
  
  
  Autumn nights in the south might still be soft and warm, but up here
  
  
  in the north, autumn had been a brief visitor and winter was early to
  
  
  arrive, and would be long in residence. Locklear cursed his own
  
  
  stupidity for leading him to this forlorn place.
  
  
  Sergeant Bales
  
  
  said, ‘Gets nippy up here, squire.’ The sergeant had head
  
  
  the rumour about the young noble’s sudden appearance in
  
  
  Tyr-Sog, some matter involving a young woman married to a
  
  
  well-connected merchant in Krondor. Locklear wouldn’t be the
  
  
  first young dandy sent to the frontier to get him out of an angry
  
  
  husband’s reach. ‘Not as balmy as Krondor, sorry to say,
  
  
  sir.’
  
  
  ‘R