The order war, p.1
The Order War, page 1
Praise for The Order War and L. E. Modesitt’s world of Recluce
“A thinking person’s fantasy novel, with world-building of the first order. A complex, compelling, exciting, and rewarding tale from first page to last.”
—Robert J. Sawyer, author of End of an Era
“Modesitt’s elaborate and intelligent working out of a system of magic and a system of technology parallel to it is becoming more the life blood of the Recluce books with every new volume…. As before, Modesitt gives us a new twist on the theme of chaos versus order, which is one of the reasons his saga continues to gain in popularity.”
—Booklist on The Order War
“An intriguing fantasy in a fascinating world, with characters that catch you up. Modesitt presents an interesting study of Chaos versus Order, Good versus Evil…and the attractions each of them has for all of us.”
—Robert Jordan on The Magic of Recluce
“The author’s ability to concentrate on the personal lives of the characters as well as their involvement in world-shaking decisions gives depth and believability to a unique fantasy environment.”
—Library Journal on The Order War
“Believable and insightful.”
—Kirkus Reviews on The Towers of the Sunset
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To Jeff,
for being there and being a true brother,
even when I failed to understand.
Contents
I. Chaos-Building
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII
Chapter XXIII
Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV
Chapter XXVI
Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII
Chapter XXIX
Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI
Chapter XXXII
Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV
Chapter XXXV
Chapter XXXVI
Chapter XXXVII
Chapter XXXVIII
Chapter XXXIX
Chapter XL
Chapter XLI
Chapter XLII
Chapter XLIII
Chapter XLIV
Chapter XLV
Chapter XLVI
Chapter XLVII
Chapter XLVIII
Chapter XLIX
Chapter L
Chapter LI
Chapter LII
Chapter LIII
Chapter LIV
Chapter LV
Chapter LVI
Chapter LVII
Chapter LVIII
Chapter LIX
Chapter LX
Chapter LXI
Chapter LXII
Chapter LXIII
Chapter LXIV
Chapter LXV
Chapter LXVI
Chapter LXVII
Chapter LXVIII
II. Order-Mending
Chapter LXIX
Chapter LXX
Chapter LXXI
Chapter LXXII
Chapter LXXIII
Chapter LXXIV
Chapter LXXV
Chapter LXXVI
Chapter LXXVII
Chapter LXXVIII
Chapter LXXIX
Chapter LXXX
Chapter LXXXI
Chapter LXXXII
Chapter LXXXIII
Chapter LXXXIV
Chapter LXXXV
Chapter LXXXVI
Chapter LXXXVII
Chapter LXXXVIII
Chapter LXXXIX
Chapter XC
Chapter XCI
Chapter XCII
Chapter XCIII
Chapter XCIV
Chapter XCV
Chapter XCVI
Chapter XCVII
Chapter XCVIII
III. The Order-Chaos War
Chapter XCIX
Chapter C
Chapter CI
Chapter CII
Chapter CIII
Chapter CIV
Chapter CV
Chapter CVI
Chapter CVII
Chapter CVIII
Chapter CIX
Chapter CX
Chapter CXI
Chapter CXII
Chapter CXIII
Chapter CXIV
Chapter CXV
Chapter CXVI
Chapter CXVII
Chapter CXVIII
Chapter CXIX
Chapter CXX
Chapter CXXI
Chapter CXXII
Chapter CXXIII
Chapter CXXIV
Chapter CXXV
Chapter CXXVI
Chapter CXXVII
Chapter CXXVIII
Chapter CXXIX
Chapter CXXX
Chapter CXXXI
Chapter CXXXII
Chapter CXXXIII
Chapter CXXXIV
Chapter CXXXV
Chapter CXXXVI
Chapter CXXXVII
Chapter CXXXVIII
Chapter CXXXIX
Chapter CXL
Chapter CXLI
Chapter CXLII
Chapter CXLIII
Chapter CXLIV
Chapter CXLV
Chapter CXLVI
Chapter CXLVII
Chapter CXLVIII
Chapter CXLIX
Chapter CL
Chapter CLI
Chapter CLII
Chapter CLIII
Chapter CLIV
Chapter CLV
Chapter CLVI
Chapter CLVII
Tor Books by L.E. Modesitt, Jr.
I.
Chaos-Building
I
Justen watched from the smooth stones of the oldest pier in Nylan as the Shierra pulled away and out into the channel. The black iron plate of the deckhouse and single turret glistened in the morning sunlight, and the four-span gun pointed forward like a black staff aimed at chaos.
A thin line of white water flowed aft from the newest warship of the Mighty Ten as she eased out into the Gulf of Candar between the twin breakwaters that dated back to the building of Nylan itself.
The young man in engineers’ black brushed a hand through his short and light brown hair before glancing at the three students. “Watch closely, with just your eyes, after she clears the breakwater.”
“Watch what?” asked the thin, redheaded boy.
“The ship, silly,” answered the stocky girl.
“Why?” questioned Norah, a petite and big-eyed blonde girl.
“Watch,” repeated Justen.
As heat pulsed from the Shierra’s funnel, visible only as a wavering of the greenish-blue sky to the west, white streaks seemed to flow back from the bow as the black warship built up speed. Suddenly, both wake and ship vanished, leaving only the heat lines across the western sky.
“What happened?” asked Daskin, the redhead, a hand raised to scratch his thick, curly hair.
“The Brother raised his shields, of course, just like we’re going to be taught to do.” The stocky girl, Jyll, did not quite snort her disgust, but flipped her hair away from Daskin.
Justen stepped back to avoid swallowing long, black, loose tresses. He did not contradict her statement about being taught shielding, but it would be years before any of these three were ready—at least from what he could tell, but that, thankfully, was not his decision.
“Let’s go.” He turned uphill, and the three students followed, Norah trailing, her eyes still turning seaward toward the heat lines that were the only trace of the Shierra. A light breeze, bearing a remnant of chill from the later winter, ruffled his black overtunic.
As they passed the armory, a lanky, red-haired woman in green emerged.
“Krytella!” Justen waved.
“Justen. I’ll walk up to the classroom building, if you’re headed that way.” Krytella smiled. “Do you know if Gunnar’s anywhere around?”
“No. He’s up at Land’s End, studying the Founders’ records of the Change.” Justen tried to keep his voice level. Gunnar, always Gunnar, as if his older brother were the great Creslin himself.
“Are there any? Real records, I mean?”
“I suppose there must be. Dorrin certainly left records.” Justen stopped outside of the long and low black stone building that almost seemed part of the grassy hillside.
“But he was an engineer.”
“He also wrote The Basis of Order. Most of it, anyway.” Justen gestured at the three students. “You can get so mething from the fruit table in the dining hall. Then we’ll meet in the corner room.”
“Thank you, Magister Justen,” the three chorused.
“I’m not a magister, just a junior engineer of sorts,” Justen observed, but the three had already trooped off.
“How can you be happy offering beginning order-instruction to spoiled kids?” asked Krytella.
“Why not? Someone has to, and—” Justen stopped, realizing that once again Krytella had compared him, unfavorably, to his older brother. He forced a grin and continued. “—and I’d better catch up with them before they eat all the fruit.”
“Tell Gunnar I need to talk to him.”
“I will, but you’ll likely see him before I do.”
“Have fun with your students.”
“Thank you.”
The three had not eaten all the dried fruit, having left at least half of it. In passing the snack table, Justen grabbed several dried pearapple sections and stuffed them in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed quickly. Then he walked down the stairs to the belowground corridor that bisected the sunken indoor garden. The garden separated the dining wing from the classrooms.
The three looked up from their cushions as he closed the door.
“Take out your Basis of Order. Let’s take a look at the third section of the first part, page fifty—the part about the concentration of order.” Justen waited as they paged through the books that were still too stiff, as if the only time they read was when Justen insisted. “Would you read it, Norah?”
The wide-eyed blonde cleared her throat. “…a staff, or any other object, may be infused with order. If the Balance is maintained, concentrating such order must result in a greater amount of chaos somewhere else. Therefore, the greater the effort to concentrate order within material objects, the greater the amount of free chaos within the world.”
“What does that mean, Daskin?”
“I don’t know, Magister.”
“All right. You read the words, the same words.”
“The same words?”
Justen nodded.
“…a staff, or any other object…” Daskin repeated the words already read aloud by Norah.
“Now, what does it mean?”
Daskin sighed. “I guess it’s something about why the engineers don’t put order into everything they build.”
Justen nodded at Jyll.
“Is that why there are only ten of the black iron ships?” she asked.
“How much order goes into building a ship like the Shierra?” Justen probed.
“Lots, or you wouldn’t have asked,” Norah said, grinning.
“How much iron would it take to build a hundred ships?”
“But iron’s stronger, isn’t it?” asked Daskin.
“You can grow more oaks and firs, but you can’t grow more iron. Once you’ve taken iron out of the earth, it’s used. Once you remove that iron from the high hills…then what?”
All three looked blankly at the floor.
“What holds Recluce together?”
“Order,” the three muttered.
“What does iron do?”
“Holds order.”
“Fine. What happens if we take all the iron out of the high hills? Why do you think we try to buy as much iron as we can from Hamor, or even from Lydiar?”
“Oh…That keeps more order in Recluce?”
“Right.” Justen forced a smile. “Let’s look at the question of limits. Where will you find that, Jyll?”
The stocky girl shrugged.
Justen took a deep breath instead of yelling. He waited before saying, “Look toward the end of the opening chapters. All of you. Tell me when you find something.”
Justen walked from one corner of the room to the other. Had he and Gunnar been so slow?
The three students continued to page slowly through The Basis of Order.
Finally, Norah raised a hand. “Is this it?” She cleared her throat, then began to read slowly: “If order or chaos be without limits, then common sense would indicate that each should have triumphed when the great ones of each discipline have arisen. Yet neither has so triumphed, despite men and women of power, intelligence, and ambition. Therefore, the scope of both order and chaos is in fact limited, and the belief in the balance of forces demonstrated…”
Justen nodded. “What does it mean?”
“I’m not sure.”
The young engineer looked out the window, across the ridgeline and northward to the blackstone walls that separated Nylan from the rest of Recluce. Then he looked downhill and out across the Eastern Ocean. Maybe Krytella was correct. Someone had to teach, but was he the right one?
II
“The road has reached the old domain of Westwind.” The older counselor rubbed her forehead for an instant, then dropped her arms onto the ancient black-oak table of the Council Room. The faint sound of surf from the beach below the Black Holding hissed in through the half-open windows on the early spring breeze.
“The road does not concern me so much as the troops that precede it,” suggested the wispy-haired man.
“Ryltar…the road is the key to the troops, and to the trade that follows. When that road is finished, it will be the only direct access to Sarronnyn.”
The third counselor pursed her thin lips, then coughed. “So far, the Sarronnese have lost nearly two thousand troops.”
“The Spidlarians lost twice that, and there the Whites razed three cities, and we did nothing,” responded Ryltar dryly. “No one can even precisely locate Diev to this day.”
“At the time, we didn’t exactly have too much with which to respond.” The older woman, black-haired and broad-shouldered, shook her head.
“You are so good at keeping me honest, Claris.” Ryltar smiled.
“You’re rather good at making me sick, Ryltar,” added the younger woman. “The point is that Fairhaven has taken the next step in implementing Cerryl the Great’s master plan for conquering Candar. The question is what we intend to do about it?”
“Ah, yes. The great master plan of which we have heard so much for so many decades. Thank you for reminding me, Jenna.”
“Ryltar, be serious.” Jenna held back a sigh.
“I am being serious. Why don’t we face the facts? First, with our ships, even if all of Candar falls to Fairhaven, just how could the White Wizards threaten us? Second, we scarcely have the trained troops to send an army to Sarronnyn, nor could we raise such a force without conscription, and conscription would destroy us more surely than Fairhaven would.” Ryltar turned toward Jenna. “Just tell me. What is the threat to Recluce? What can Fairhaven really do to us?”
