Mistress of the Empire (Empire Trilogy #3)

Mistress of the Empire (Empire Trilogy #3)

by Raymond E. Feist, Janny Wurts

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The world on the other side of the rift:  Kelewan, a land seething with political intrigue and deadly conspiracies.  Following the opulent panoply of Daughter Of The Empire and the dazzling pageantry of Servant Of The Empire comes the resounding conclusion to the Empire trilogy.

Besieged by spies and rival houses, stalked by a secret and merciless brotherhood of assassins, the brilliant Lady Mara of the Acoma faces the most deadly challenge she has ever known.  The fearsome Black Robes see Mara as the ultimate threat to their ancient power.  In search of allies who will join her against them, Mara must travel beyond civilization's borders and even into the hives of the alien cho-ja.  As those near and dear to her fall victim to many enemies, Mara cries out for vengeance.  Drawing on all of her courage and guile she prepares to fight her greatest battle of all—for her life, her home, and the Empire itself.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780553561180
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/01/1993
Series: Riftwar Cycle: The Empire Trilogy Series , #3
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 688
Sales rank: 128,428
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.90(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Raymond E. Feist (1945) is an American author of Fantasy fiction best known for his Riftwar Cycle of books and short stories. He began the series in 1982 with the publication of The Magician which was initially inspired by the game Dungeons and Dragon. He conceived of the idea for the book while still a student at the University of California San Diego. To date the series has sold over fifteen million copies world wide.

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The morning sun shone.
Dew bejeweled the lakeshore grasses, and the calls of nesting shatra birds carried sweetly on the breeze. Lady Mara of the Acoma savored the air, soon to give way to the day’s heat. Seated in her litter, her husband at her side and her two-year-old son, Justin, napping in her lap, she closed her eyes and breathed a deep sigh of contentment.
She slipped her fingers into her husband’s hand. Hokanu smiled. He was undeniably handsome, and a proven warrior; and the easy times had not softened his athletic appearance. His grip closed possessively over hers, his strength masked by gentleness.
The past three years had been good ones. For the first time since childhood, she felt safe, secure from the deadly, unending political intrigues of the Game of the Council. The enemy who had killed her father and brother could no longer threaten her. He was now dust and memories, his family fallen with him; his ancestral lands and magnificently appointed estate house had been deeded to Mara by the Emperor.
Superstition held that ill luck tainted a fallen family’s land; on a wonderful morning such as this, misfortune seemed nowhere in evidence. As the litter moved slowly along the shore, the couple shared the peace of the moment while they regarded the home that they had created between them.
Nestled between steep, stone-crested hills, the valley that had first belonged to the Minwanabi Lords was not only naturally defensible, but so beautiful it was as if touched by the gods. The lake reflected a placid sky, the waters rippled by the fast oars of a messenger skiff bearing dispatches to factors in the Holy City. There, grain barges poled by chanting slaves delivered this year’s harvest to warehouses for storage until the spring floods allowed transport downriver.
The dry autumn breeze rippled golden grass, and the morning sun lit the walls of the estate house like alabaster. Beyond, in a natural hollow, Force Commanders Lujan and Xandia drilled a combined troop of Acoma and Shinzawai warriors. Since Hokanu would one day inherit his father’s title, his marriage to Mara had not merged the two houses. Warriors in Acoma green marched in step with others in Shinzawai blue, the ranks patched black, here and there, by divisions of insectoid cho-ja. Along with the Minwanabi lands, Lady Mara had gained an alliance with two additional hives, and with them the fighting strength of three more companies of warriors bred by their queens for battle.
An enemy foolish enough to launch an assault would invite swift annihilation. Mara and Hokanu, with loyal vassals and allies, between them commanded a standing army unsurpassed in the Nations. Only the Emperor’s own Imperial Whites, with levies from other houses under his sovereignty, would rival these two armies. And as if fine troops and a near-impregnable fortress did not in themselves secure peace, the title Servant of the Empire, bestowed upon Mara for her services to Tsuranuanni, gave her honorary adoption into the Emperor’s own family. The Imperial Whites were as likely to march in her defense, for by the honor central to Tsurani culture, insult or threat to her was as an offense visited upon the Light of Heaven’s blood family.
“You seem delightfully self-satisfied this morning, wife,” Hokanu said in her ear.
“Mara tilted her head back into his shoulder, her lips parted for his kiss. If, deep in her heart, she missed the wild passion she had known with the red-haired barbarian slave who had fathered Justin, she had come to terms with that loss. Hokanu was a kindred spirit who shared her political shrewdness and inclination toward innovation. He was quick-witted, kind, and devoted to her, as well as tolerant of her headstrong nature, as few men of her culture were inclined to be. With him, Mara shared voice as an equal. Marriage had brought a deep and abiding contentment, and though her interest in the Great Game of the Council had not lessened, she no longer played out of fear. Hokanu’s kiss warmed the moment like wine, until a high-pitched shout split the quiet.
Mara straightened up from Hokanu’s embrace, her smile mirrored in her husband’s dark eyes. “Ayaki,” they concluded simultaneously. The next moment, galloping hoofbeats thundered down the trail by the lake.
Hokanu tightened his arm around his wife’s shoulder as the two of them leaned out to view the antics of Mara’s older son and heir.
A coal-black horse burst through the gap in the trees, mane and tail flying in the wind. Green tassels adorned its bridle, and a pearl-stitched breastplate kept the saddle from sliding backward along its lean length of barrel. Crouched in the lacquer-worked stirrups was a boy, recently turned twelve, and as raven-haired as his mount. He reined the gelding into a turn and charged toward Mara’s litter, his face flushed with the thrill of speed, and his fine, sequin-stitched robe flying like a banner behind.
“He’s becoming quite the bold rider,” Hokanu said admiringly. “And the birthday present appears to please him.”
Mara watched, a glow of pleasure on her face, as the boy reined in the mount upon the path. Ayaki was her joy, the person she loved most in life.
The black gelding tossed its head in protest. It was spirited, and eager to run. Still not entirely comfortable with the huge animals imported from the barbarian world, Mara held her breath in apprehension. Ayaki had inherited a wild streak from his father, and in the years since his narrow escape from an assassin’s knife, a restless mood sometimes claimed him. At times he seemed to taunt death, as if by defying danger he could reaffirm the life in his veins.
But today was not such a moment, and the gelding had been selected for obedience as well as fleetness. It snorted a gusty breath of air and yielded to the rein, falling into stride alongside Mara’s litter bearers, who overcame their inclination to move away from the large animal.
The Lady looked up as boy and horse filled her vision. Ayaki would be broad shouldered, the legacy of both his grandfathers. He had inherited the Acoma tendency toward leanness, and all of his father’s stubborn courage. Although Hokanu was not his blood father, the two shared friendship and respect. Ayaki was a boy any parent could be proud of, and he was already showing the wits he would need when he reached adulthood and entered the Game of the Council as Lord of the Acoma in his own right.
“Young show-off,” Hokanu teased. “Our bearers might be the only ones in the Empire to be granted the privilege of sandals, but if you think we should race you to the meadows, we’ll certainly have to refuse.”
Ayaki laughed. His dark eyes fixed on his mother, filled with the elation of the moment. “Actually, I was going to ask Lax’l if I might try our speed against a cho-ja. It would be interesting to know whether his warriors could overtake a troop of the barbarians’ cavalry.”
“If there was a war, which there is not at the moment, gods be praised,” Hokanu said on a note a shade more serious. “Take care you mind your manners, and don’t offend Force Commander Lax’l’s dignity when you ask.”
“Ayaki’s grin widened. Having grown up around the alien cho-ja, he was not at all intimidated by their strange ways. “Lax’l still has not forgiven me for handing him a jomach fruit with a stone in it.”
“He has,” Mara interjected. “But after that, he grew wise to your tricks, which is well. The cho-ja don’t have the same appreciation of jokes that humans do.” Looking at Hokanu, she said, “In fact, I don’t think they understand our humor.”
Ayaki made a face, and the black curvetted under him. The litter bearers swerved away from its dancing hooves, and the jostle disturbed young Justin. He awakened with a cry of outrage.
The dark horse shied at the noise. Ayaki held the animal with a firm hand, but the spirited gelding backed a few steps. Hokanu kept a passive face, though he felt the urge to laugh at the boy’s fierce determination and control. Justin delivered an energetic kick into his mother’s stomach. She bent forward, scooped him up in her arms.
Then something sped past Hokanu’s ear, from behind him, causing the hangings of the litter to flutter. A tiny hole appeared in the silk where Mara’s head had been an instant before. Hokanu threw his body roughly against those of his wife and foster child and twisted to look in the other direction. Within the shadows of the bushes beside the path, something black moved. Instincts honed in battle pressed Hokanu to unthinking action.
He pushed his wife and younger child out of the litter, keeping his body across them as a shield. His sudden leap overturned the litter, giving them further cover. “The brush!” he shouted as the bearers were sent sprawling.

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Roberta Gellis

I enjoyed [Mistress of the Empire] enormously....I particularly enjoyed Mara's adventures in the lands outside the Empire.

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Mistress of the Empire (Empire Series #3) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
pedrojuanito More than 1 year ago
I wish this edition can be made into the ebook file. Better to have the whole series in an ereader - highly suggest it. How about making this into a movie. alot of people will watch it for sure.
Guest More than 1 year ago
To say this series is good is to give it a grave disservice. It is stunning. This book in particular creates a world that is stagnating and falling apart because of a fear of change and a love of honor and tradition. Mara is one of the most intricate fantasy characters I have ever experienced. Read this series, and read it at least 4 or 5 times, I know I have.....
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fantastic world building and character development
ashooles on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This would be my favourite of the three, but still, I found some parts rather dull. However, there were more parts in this that held my attention compared to the first two. So overall, I quite enjoyed it.
willowcove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This trilogy, while set in the 'other' universe, is a wonderful addition to the Riftwar series.
lindawwilson on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I found this third volume of the trilogy the most boring and trite of the three. I ended up skimming the second half. The ending was so goody goody. This trilogy had been recommended by the author Bernard Cornwall on his website so I thought it would be much better than it was.
shavienda on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Phew, finally finished it. I don't know why I had such trouble, but I buckled down for about 6 hours and finished it, and am very satisfied with the entire series. Well actually, almost completely satisfied. The ending seemed a bit trite and cliched, with her separating neatly from Hokanu and ended up with her barbarian lover, but all in all a good ride.
readafew on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Good book, slow start but by the half-way point things were moving right along. Mara had here hands full this time. Once agian she loses loved ones close to her which only strengthens her resolve to see change come to the Tsurani culture. Over all a good book and a good story though the end was a little bit happy ever after.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I quite enjoy the kingdom books by Feist, but these are my three favorites starring Mara. What an amazing story of adventure, love, and revolution.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The rift war saga takes place mainly in two worlds joined by a rift. It's got scheming, war mongering, native species interacting with human invaders, women in power, elves, dwarves, dragons and magicians. And societal change on a massive scale. Well written and super good.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series. The political intrigue combined with great character development makes this series one I can read over and over. My only question is why Daughter of the Empire ebook sold for $5 on B&N and Servant & Mistress are each selling for $13? These are 22 year old books and should not be sold at new release values. Amazon is selling all 3 books in a bundle for $22. Can we get some parity please?
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The final book in a fascinating trilogy continues with the story of an alien culture and its exposure to new ideas. As with the other books, surprises keep popping up and emotions run the gamut. One important element of all three books in the trilogy is the element of humor.
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Katdancin More than 1 year ago
I have to admit I did not enjoy this book as much as the first two in the series. It seemed to me that it had a tendency to drag, especially in the beginning, and that there was a little more "high drama" than needed, meaning the drama was a little overdone. I had a hard times in places keeping interest and struggled to continue reading. I'm glad I did because I would have hated not knowing what happened. It did pick up a bit towards the end and seemed to come back more in keeping with the first two books. Although I did not like this book as much as the first two, it was still a good book and story and finished off the series so it is a must read if you read the others.
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Athena01 More than 1 year ago
I read this series quite a few years ago, but I have kept the books because I totally plan on read them again. I love that the main character, a woman, has a political agenda and must put normal life aside to succeed. Her willpower and emotional strength are definite attributes. Feist created amazing characters in this series.
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