Chapter Three
By the time of Rahn, the court at Thralkild had reached the height of its imperial splendor. The palace was built on the wide dry plain atop a dominating hill that overlooked the town of Thralkild. It was here that that Ank, the first and greatest of our warrior kings, had chosen to build his fortress, a squat formidable structure designed to be impregnable. It was Orr, Ank’s dissolute, pleasure-loving grandson that ordered the mammoth expansion of that powerful fortress into the largest and most luxurious palace the world had ever seen, a pleasure palace to rival anything to be found in the Indus or fabled Cathay.
The court of the two lands had come a long way from the spartan simplicity of King Ank. By now our armies were everywhere victorious: pillaging, r****g, and loot
