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The Sea Change (The Chronicles of Josan, Book 2) Mass Market Paperback – July 31, 2007
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Josan was hungry. And as his hunger grew, so too did his unease.
Missing a single breakfast would not harm him. It was an annoyance, but nothing compared to the true hunger he had experienced during those weeks in the northern wilderness when he had fled the twin perils of imperial justice and his growing madness. But those days were behind him. He had come to terms with the soul madness that had been inflicted upon him, and had yielded himself to the empress's justice. To his astonishment, in return for his obeisance she had spared his life—commuting a death sentence into mere imprisonment.
Not that he was called a prisoner. No, he was a most honored guest, given his own apartment within the imperial complex. And if the walls of that apartment were riddled with spy-holes, so that every moment of his life was observed, waking or sleeping, he knew better than to complain. There were far harsher alternatives.
His life was carefully scripted, as if unvarying routine was proof against treachery. Each morning he rose with the dawn, washed, dressed, and ate a solitary breakfast of hot porridge or cold soup, depending on the season. Then he would study his scrolls until it was time for lunch. After lunch he would take the two hours of exercise he was permitted, walking through the imperial gardens under the watchful eye of his escort. Returning to his rooms, he would read and meditate until it was time for dinner. When the sun set, he went to bed.
On the third day of each week, Ferenc came to play tiles. A minor clerk in Proconsul Zuberi's office, Ferenc had subtly tried to elicit information in his first visits. But Josan had deflected every question, and in time Ferenc had ceased his interrogations. He still came once a week, but now they played at tiles in silence, conversing only to discuss the game. Josan did not know why Ferenc continued to visit him, but he was grateful nonetheless.
On the last day of each week, a monk of the Learned Brethren delivered new scrolls for Josan to read and collected those that he had finished. Josan was never allowed to speak with the monks; instead they handed their precious burdens over to one of the slaves, who ensured that the scrolls were thoroughly inspected before they were passed on.
It had been three months before the empress had entrusted him with parchment and pen. The only communication he was allowed with outsiders was the weekly list of books that he sent to the brethren. Sometimes the books he requested were delivered promptly, and at other times his requests were ignored. There was never any explanation, which left him to wonder if another scholar was researching the tomes he had requested, or if they had somehow been deemed subversive.
His routine varied only slightly with the seasons. In the cooler months, he studied in the morning and took his exercise in the afternoon, but once spring came he reversed the pattern, taking his exercise in the morning, when there were fewer people around.
Occasionally the empress would summon him, breaking the monotony of his existence. Months had passed since the last execution she had required him to witness, but there were still formal occasions during which he was displayed as a symbol of her power. A proud man might have balked at being cast in such a role, but Josan knew better than to test the limits of the empress's patience.
He had played the role of Prince Lucius for ten months now. It had been even longer since anyone had called him by his true name. Now entire days passed when he forgot that he was playing a role, that Lucius was not who he was. He had allowed himself to sink deep into his role, knowing that any lapse might mean his death.
Yet none seemed to question his transformation from dissolute prince to studious scholar—perhaps because reading was the only occupation that he was permitted. It was fortunate that none of Prince Lucius's former friends came to see him—there were few left alive who could claim to have known him well, and they were far too intent on putting distance between themselves and the traitor. And as for the books he requested, he knew better than openly to request works on magic, instead reading histories of the early years of the empire and children's tales, gleaning what small nuggets of information he could from among their pages.
Yet for all that it had chafed, the unvaried routine of his existence also protected him. He was safe as long as he drew no attention to himself and gave the empress no reason to question his loyalties.
But now his routine had been broken, and he did not know what to make of this change. Could it be as simple as the servants having forgotten him? Though the servants were forbidden to gossip with him, yesterday he had overheard one of them tell his guard that Princess Jacinta had gone into labor. The birth of the long-awaited imperial heir might well have overwhelmed the palace staff, already burdened with the preparations for the public celebration of Empress Nerissa's birthday. At such a time, it would be easy to overlook the needs of a single man.
Or had the breakfast been tainted? It had been months since anyone had tried to poison him, but it would be foolish to believe that his enemies had forgotten him.
But neither would explain why no one had arrived to relieve the guard outside his door.
Not for the first time, he cursed his ignorance, which chafed far more than his confinement. A simple question to one of the palace functionaries would relieve his mind, but instead he was reduced to guessing blindly, constructing one improbable hypothesis after another.
Restlessly he paced his study, watching as a square of sunlight crept slowly across the floor. Time passed, and still no one came. Finally, nerves stretched taut, he broke the routine and opened the door to the corridor.
It swung inwards, revealing Balasi standing guard outside. By his calculations, Balasi had been on duty for nearly eight hours, rather than his normal four-hour shift. Yet neither Balasi's posture nor his carefully blank face revealed any hint of the unease that he must feel.
"Something is wrong. Did you send a servant for information?"
Balasi did not answer. He did not need to. The thin walls that made it so easy for others to spy upon Josan also made it easy for him to overhear his guards. Balasi could not leave his post, but it had been nearly two hours since he had asked a passing maid to take a message to his commander. It should have taken her no more than a quarter hour to deliver her message, and another quarter hour for an answer to return. The lack of response was damning.
"It is foolish to wait here. If Pirro is drunk, he will be in trouble, not you," Josan said, though by now he doubted that matters were so simple. "I will accompany you while you report to Farris."
"I have my orders. I am to watch, only. When Pirro comes, he will let you know if you are permitted to leave."
"And if Pirro never comes?"
"Someone will," Balasi said, his expression indicating that the conversation was over.
Josan was not satisfied. "Are you not curious? No one to bring breakfast, now your relief has gone missing? What if you are needed?"
"I have my orders. As do you." Balasi did not raise his voice, but he did not need to. He was as unyielding as one of the marble pillars in the great audience hall. Josan would have had better luck arguing with a statue.
He wondered what Balasi would do if Josan tried to push past him. Would he restrain him? Beat him as if he were a common prisoner instead of a royal hostage? Or would he simply follow disapprovingly, waiting for someone to tell him what to do with his recalcitrant charge? Josan was allowed to leave his rooms once a day, after all, and though Balasi was not his usual escort, that did not automatically mean that Josan was confined to his rooms.
He hesitated, weighing his need for information against the possible consequences. The empress would not look kindly upon an altercation between him and his guards. And it was foolish to risk her displeasure over something that might turn out to be nothing more than mere forgetfulness.
At last, he decided that he would wait until noon, when Pirro's replacement would normally arrive. If there was still no sign of either the guards or the servants who would normally have brought his meal, then Josan would take action. By then, he might even be able to convince Balasi of the rightness of this course of action.
No sooner had he made this resolve, however, than he heard the sounds of raised voices and rapidly approaching footsteps. Balasi turned in their direction, his left arm shoving Josan back inside his room, while his right hand grasped the hilt of his sword—a reminder that he was not only Josan's jailer but also his protector. No harm was allowed to come to him, except at the empress's command.
Proconsul Zuberi was the first to appear as he rounded the corner that led to Josan's apartment, accompanied by a half dozen guards.
"Stand aside," Zuberi ordered.
Balasi did not move. "My lord, I have my orders."
It was a bold act, since the proconsul was answerable only to the empress herself.
"Stand aside from the traitor, or I swear you will share his fate." The soft menace of Zuberi's voice was far more intimidating than a shouted threat. Behind him, the guards hefted their cudgels.
Josan was not surprised when Balasi merely nodded, then stepped to one side.
Now that Balasi no longer blocked his view, Josan could see that Zuberi's tunic had brown stains at the hem, as if he had knelt in filth.
Not filth, he realized. Blood. The stains were old enough to have dried, and yet the normally fastidious Zuberi had not bothered to change his tunic.
"What has happened?" Josan asked.
Zuberi came forw...
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Patricia lives in a New England college town, where she combines her writing with a full-time career as a Systems Analyst, ensuring that she is never more than a few feet away from a keyboard. To learn more visit her website at: www.patriciabray.com.
Top Customer Reviews
Much like the first book, if you are looking for a fantasy book with a variety of monsters, large scale battles, wizards hurling fireballs and gallant knight on a quest, you may want to look for a different novel. This book, and series, are very much fantasy novels. However, this book focuses more on character development, internal struggles, and a large scale plot. Sure, there are battles and deaths, but at no time are those battles the prime focus of the book.
The plot of this book picks up after the events of the first book. Josan is a `guest' of the emperor, though just what being a guest means is different from what most guests would expect. Events quickly occur that throw not only Josan's life into disarray, but the lives of everyone in the empire as well. There are actually two large plots that are covered in this book and a slew of sub-plots. The two plots involve Josan and how the events impact his life, as well as the plot of Lady Ysobel as part of the Federation and decisions she is forced to make based on the events from the first book. The sub-plots of this book mostly involve political in-fighting and people looking out for their own interests. Overall, the plot(s) of this book is well written and well thought out.Read more ›
I found the first book in the series to be mediocre at best, but this second book was much improved, in both description and action. The struggle between both Jonas and Lucian is wonderfully described.
I look forward to reading the conclusion of this series.
Contrary to the book description on this page, the story follows three major characters -- Josan, Lucius, and Ysobel. The viewpoint switches back and forth between these three characters, accounting for two storylines. Josan and Lucius carefully navigate the treacherous shoals of politics in Ikaria, finding out in the process just how rough a game politics can be. Ysobel's story if that of a trader caught up in Seddonian politics and forced to make choices that affect herself, her country, and her family. Through this dual storyline, the reader gets multiple perspectives on the interaction between nations, and the effects on one character from events in the other's world. If you've read Big Fantasy Books -- the giant bricks that would break your foot if you dropped one -- and wished for fewer viewpoints and more depth, this is the book for you.
I've always been a fan of second acts, and this is a great one - a satisfying amount of action and intrigue, and an ending that left me wondering how on earth the protagonists are going to extricate themselves from their various predicaments. It also contains what was probably the most gruesome and appalling torture scene I've ever read - and you can be sure that after reading it, I understand exactly why the victim will do just about anything to avoid a repeat performance.
I'm eagerly looking forward to book 3!
This is a character-driven fantasy series, so if you want wall to wall battle, this is not for you.
On the other hand, if you like political machinations, this is a book you will immerse yourself in.
Bray's novel is split between Josan and Lady Ysobel, the two major characters from Book 1, who find themselves powerless pawns in the maneuverings of nations. Both share the intelligence necessary to have a chance to survive in harsh circumstances. Both prove potent characters.
The only negative part of this is the horrible torture scenes Josan must endure in the beginning of the novel. I don't want to read detailed torture scenes at all, and certainly having it in the beginning of the book made me seriously consider just putting the book down unfinished. I am glad I didn't, but I wish the graphic scenes had been toned down. I don't think the reader would mind or say "well, it was good, but I wish there was more torture that the reader must endure along with the characters."
Still, skim that part, but read the rest.
Most Recent Customer Reviews
I enjoyed the entire series. It does not rate up there with my list of "greats", but a very worthy purchase.Published on December 5, 2012 by dorej
Bray's first title in the series, The First Betrayal, had several slow and stangnant points, but the overall plot was engaging. Read morePublished on September 14, 2008 by I. Irizarry
When Josan/Lucius finds himself unexpectedly Emperor - but one with extremely curtailed powers he must find a way to survive without revealing the soul sorcery that has been cast... Read morePublished on August 19, 2007 by K. Maxwell