Begins a new David Eddings trilogy, set a few years after the events of The Elenium! At the conclusion of The Elenium the company of Pandion Knights led by Sir Sparhawk, having freed Queen Ehlana of Elenia from the spell which threatened her life, had marched on Zemoch, routed their enemies and defeated or destroyed the evil god Azash. Sparhawk returned to Elenia, where he and Ehlana were married. But their peaceful reign is destined not to last long. A few years later, in the Tamul Empire far to the east, unrest is brewing which threatens the nation's stability. Investigations show that the trouble is clearly of paranormal origin, and suspicion at first falls upon the Styrics. These suspicions prove unfounded, and indeed it is the pre-eminent Styric magician Zalasta who suggests that the Empire look westwards for assistance in solving their problems! specifically, to the legendary warrior Sparhawk.
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Book One of yet another fantasy trilogy, itself a sequel to a trilogy, The Elenium (concluded with The Sapphire Rose, not seen), which chronicled the Pandion knight Sparhawk's defeat of the evil god Azash. Now, six years later, with a few troubling exceptions - an upsurge in banditry and spying, the reappearance of old foes just as the trolls mysteriously vanish, the rumored manifestation of long-dead heroes, hints that the Troll-Gods are no longer safely confined - all is quiet in Elenia until the arrival from the huge Tamul Empire of ambassador Oscagne, bearing reports remarkably similar to those from Elenia. Since the Empire is benevolent, the unrest caused by such weird occurrences threatens to tear it apart, and the Emperor needs Sparhawk's help. So, disguising the occasion as a state visit, Queen Ehlana, Sparhawk, some trusty thieves, Mirtai the warrior-giantess, and the goddess Aphrael set off for Tamul - where, eventually, they will defuse a plot against the Emperor, learn very little about their real enemy, and conclude that the powerful jewel Bhelliom must be retrieved from the vasty deep whence Aphrael has consigned it. Uneventful, despite nearly 500 pages of effort: one or two battles, a severe overdose of travelogue, an abundance of witty conversation heavily disguised as dreadfully arch and affected chat. When Eddings casts aside pretension and artifice, he can write highly effectively (The Losers, p. 482), but another three volumes of this will tax even the moat loyal of fans. (Kirkus Reviews)