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  The Kingdom Series

  “The Kingdom Series is what every Christian boy dreams of—a King Arthur story with a lesson and without Merlin! These books are an excellent choice for any family.”

  —GLEN, age 13

  “My son is truly a picky reader, and he’s already read these books five times!”

  —V. H.

  “Right from the start, I was wrapped up in the stories and couldn’t put these books down. It showed me how to be filled with compassion and love for others. The Prince rules forever!”

  —JUSTIN

  “I was entertained, intrigued, and very blessed with Chuck’s allegories. He brings truth to life from the Scriptures regarding the spiritual conflict God’s people are engaged in and can expect to be in the future, culminating in the final and glorious victory we are waiting for. The reader is treated to an anointed and fresh insight into the greatest battle of all ages as he or she is drawn into a medieval setting with noble warriors and devious villains. The result is great reading enjoyment and enlightenment for the soul!”

  —TERRY, age 52

  Look for other books in the Kingdom Series:

  Kingdom’s Dawn (Book One)

  Kingdom’s Hope (Book Two)

  Kingdom’s Edge (Book Three)

  Kingdom’s Quest (Book Five)

  Kingdom’s Reign (Book Six)

  KINGDOM’S CALL

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  Scripture quotations and paraphrases are taken from the New King James

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  The characters and events in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to

  actual persons or events is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2007 by Chuck Black

  “The River” music and lyrics copyright © 2006 by Emily Elizabeth Black

  Illustrations by Marcella Johnson, copyright © 2006 Perfect Praise Publishing

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  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

  Black, Chuck.

  Kingdom’s call / Chuck Black. — 1st ed.

  p. cm. — (The kingdom series; bk. 4)

  eISBN: 978-0-307-56187-9

  I. Title.

  PS3602.L264K555 2007

  813’.6—dc22

  2006101825

  v3.1

  To the men that mentored, counseled,

  encouraged, and prayed for me.

  Thank you, my brothers!

  CONTENTS

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Map

  Prologue: Herald of the Prince

  Chapter 1: A Noble Cause

  Chapter 2: Treachery!

  Chapter 3: A Peasant’s Threat

  Chapter 4: Troubled Heart

  Chapter 5: The Silence of a Stranger

  Chapter 6: Curse of a Charlatan

  Chapter 7: The Precipice of Peril

  Chapter 8: A Knight’s Crusade

  Chapter 9: Desperate

  Chapter 10: Dark Steel

  Chapter 11: Between Two Worlds

  Chapter 12: No More a Knight

  Chapter 13: Undaunted Quest

  Epilogue: Chessington’s Hope

  Discussion Questions

  Answers to Discussion Questions

  “The River”: written for Kingdom’s Call

  Author’s Commentary

  HERALD OF THE PRINCE

  I am one who is compelled to share a tale with you for the express purpose of keeping its truth alive. My name is Cedric, from the city of Chessington.

  I am a Knight of the Prince in the kingdom of Arrethtrae, and however grand that might sound, were you acquainted with me, you would know that my failings are equal to my victories. On my own, I am no more than a pauper. It is the Prince for whom I live and for whom I fight. He raised me from the mire and made me a son. I will aspire to serve Him to the utmost, and perhaps my duty to Him will be fulfilled more as a herald than as a warrior, for if my quill and ink capture your attention and cause you to ponder the chronicles of this great kingdom and the story of the Prince, then I am content.

  I am one in a long line of gallant knights. We await the orders of the Prince, for He has brought us to this point in time to deliver the people of Arrethtrae from the treachery of the Dark Knight. The darkness of Lucius’s evil army is descending on Chessington, but the might and wisdom of the Prince will triumph. Our waiting here reminds me of the waiting years before the Prince returned for His people.

  After the Prince left to cross the Great Sea, our numbers greatly increased, despite tremendous ridicule and persecution. I have known many brave Knights of the Prince throughout the kingdom, and the tales of their great deeds are grand indeed. However, of all the gallant knights I have encountered and fought beside, there is one whose flame for the Prince seemed to burn brighter and hotter than any other. I think this is so perhaps because he first wielded his sword as a dreaded enemy of the Prince. It is the transformation of the hearts of men like him that anchors the truth of the Prince in my own heart. The impact of his quest to bring the cause of the Prince to the kingdom is deniable by no one!

  The story of this gallant knight is one that inspires all Followers of the Prince … and possibly even those who are not. There is not much time, for Lucius and his Shadow Warriors are near, but come with me for a moment back to the waiting years to hear the story of one of the greatest knights of Arrethtrae. As with all worthy stories, it is one that begins with the Prince.

  A NOBLE CAUSE

  Gavin saw the blade of his foe flash toward his chest and brought his own sword to bear the powerful blow just in time. His adversary pressed hard with a volley of powerful cuts that would have placed any excellent swordsman into a defensive retreat, but Gavin stood strong and did not yield his ground, for he knew that Chessington’s only protection from Outdwellers like these thieves and marauders lay solely in the powerful swords of the Noble Knights. Gavin was in the midst of a hundred flashing swords, and the sound of battle was in the air all around him. It was once again a battle to defend the precious treasures of Chessington and her people from the chaos of a kingdom filled with repressive and greedy brutes.

  Although Gavin was a young knight, he had acquired the skill of an expert swordsman. He did not hesitate or retreat from his enemy’s onslaught, but masterfully met each blow with the mighty sword he wielded, using quick and powerful combinations that nearly found their mark. Feeling the hesitation in the fight of his enemy, he replied with another slice and a quick thrust that put his opponent down.

  “Behind you, Gavin!” came a shout from a fellow Noble Knight.

  Gavin turned to engage his new adversary, but it was too late. A sword blasted into his helmet and sent him reeling to the ground facedown, dizzy and in pain. He rolled onto his back and realized that his helmet had been knocked clean off of his head. The world was a b
lur as he tried to focus and regain control of his senses. His new opponent wasted no time in bringing a deadly vertical cut down on him, and Gavin felt helpless, for it was impossible for him to bring his own sword into a protective position in the split second that remained. As his opponent’s weapon raced toward his chest, Gavin heard the yell of a familiar voice and a powerful sword came across to meet the one that was about to end Gavin’s life. As the two swords collided, Gavin rolled and recovered to see a fellow knight engage and attack his would-be executioner. Within a moment, the foe was bleeding and retreating from the fight. The knight turned and looked at Gavin with concern.

  “Are you all right, Sir Gavin?” he asked.

  “I am now. Thank you, Lord Kifus. You have saved my life once again!”

  The two men positioned themselves side by side, looking for the next fight, but the marauders were under retreat. The two forces slowly disengaged, and the sounds of clashing swords diminished.

  Gavin turned to face Kifus and took a deep breath in an attempt to recover from the intensity of the fight. He offered his hand in appreciation. Kifus removed his helmet and smiled at Gavin.

  “You are welcome. I should expect you to return the favor someday,” Kifus replied as he took Gavin’s hand.

  Kifus had personally mentored Gavin, who had served as Kifus’s squire for many years until he earned the right to become a knight himself. Gavin’s skill with the sword and his zeal for the Code won him that right earlier than any other man in the history of the Noble Knights. Now, at twenty years old, he had already become one of the top five knights in Chessington, carrying on the tradition of his family. In reality, Gavin’s skill had the potential to transcend that of every Noble Knight. In the heat of a sword fight, he felt as though he could predict the moves of his opponent. He did not have to contemplate his next maneuver; it seemed to be a natural ability that flowed through the muscles of his arms and legs. An older knight’s experience occasionally led to his defeat, but it was only a matter of time before the rising young knight would be second to none, not even Kifus.

  The Noble Knights gathered around Kifus and rejoiced in their victory.

  “For King and Code!” Kifus exclaimed.

  “For King and Code!” echoed the force of Noble Knights.

  They were powerful, well-trained knights, and the citizens of Chessington were thankful for their protection. Through the years, they had defended the borders of the city against every kind of enemy the kingdom threw at them, and there were many. Without a wall to protect it, the city was vulnerable, and the Noble Knights knew it was their duty to protect every Chessington citizen. These were the King’s chosen people, and the Noble Knights were the chosen of the chosen. Anyone not a citizen of Chessington was considered an Outdweller, and although not all were enemies, the distinction was clearly evident in their dealings with such people.

  Even within Chessington, some of the Noble Knights became arrogant in their position of prestige, but not Gavin. He was a man who was zealous for the cause of the King and desired to live by the letter of the Code with perfection. Although he harbored no ill feelings toward Outdwellers who were not enemies, he knew that he was Code- and honor-bound to the citizens of Chessington exclusively.

  “You fought well today,” Kifus said to Gavin as they rode their mounts into the city. Many people had lined the streets to cheer their champions, and most of the knights basked in the adoration.

  “Thank you. Your training of the knights has proven to be our salvation once again,” Gavin said.

  Kifus appeared indifferent to the compliment.

  “My younger sister has asked of you, Gavin. I think a visit from you would be well received.”

  Gavin became slightly embarrassed. Leisel was a beautiful girl, and he felt honored that Kifus would consider him an appropriate suitor for his sister, but he did not expect such an offer. Gavin was a serious young man and felt that the time and energy it would take to cultivate a relationship with a woman would take away from his duties as a Noble Knight, especially in times like these, when all the kingdom seemed bent on destroying their beloved city.

  More cheers rose up from the streets as the Noble Knights turned a corner, and the powerful steeds they rode raised their heads to look even more noble.

  “I am honored, Lord Kifus. Perhaps in a few days there will be an opportunity to afford a visit. Thank you.”

  Kifus nodded and smiled. “I shall inform Leisel.”

  The knights gathered in Kifus’s courtyard to hear his final words, for evening was fast approaching and the weariness of battle was closing on them.

  It was the privilege of the leader of the Noble Knights to reside in the remnants of the grand palace built by the people for Lord Quinn many years ago. Although it was but an echo of its former glory, the palace was still the pride of Chessington. The great hall of the palace was where the Noble Knights often met to discuss the affairs of the city. Kifus conducted frequent training with the knights in the front courtyard. Although the palace was the usual domain for the knights, contests between the knights were always held in the city square nearby. This was to allow the citizens an opportunity to witness the skill of each of the Noble Knights as they fought to determine their ranking within the order. The people of Chessington loved to attend the duels, for it comforted them in these days of turmoil.

  Within the palace were many halls, rooms, and chambers that were once used for various functions, but most were now empty and unused. With the exception of Kifus’s sleeping quarters, which were in a separate building near the center of the palace grounds, the Noble Knights were granted full access to the palace.

  “Well done, fellow knights,” Kifus said, still atop his mount. “You have upheld the Code and protected the King’s city once again. You fought well, and I am proud to be the leader of this noble force. We shall meet in the great hall in one week at the usual time.”

  Kifus drew his sword and held it high. “For King and Code!”

  The knights all drew their swords. “For King and Code!” they replied in unison. The men then disbanded and returned to their homes.

  Gavin lingered within the courtyard until he was its sole occupant. He dismounted and tied his horse near the edge of the courtyard.

  “Well done today, Triumph.” He stroked the beautiful white coat of his stallion. Triumph nickered and seemed to nod his head.

  Gavin walked to the steps of the great hall and entered. He continued to a door at the back of the hall, the sound of his boots echoing on the stone floor in the silence of the large empty room. The door’s massive hinges and lock were indicative of the treasure that lay behind it. Gavin reached beneath his armor and produced a key that symbolized years of disciplined training, for only Lord Kifus and the top five knights were given such a key. As a young squire in training, he had purposed in his heart to attain the elite position of one of those five, but it was not for self-glory. It was for moments like this … freedom to access the contents of this room whenever he desired.

  The lock clicked loudly, and Gavin pulled on the thick doors to open them. They creaked in resistance but gave way. He lifted an oil lamp beside the doors before entering, then walked down a narrow hall and into the inner chamber. The lamp flooded the small dark chamber with light to reveal the treasure within. There was no gold, silver, or any precious stones—those were in a lesser chamber and were not the treasure that Gavin desired to see. Within the room was a lone table that held the precious treasure. Gavin placed the lamp on the table, and its light revealed an ornate wooden frame that held a single piece of parchment.

  He drew his sword and placed it before him as he knelt before the Articles of the Code. Written in the hand of the King Himself, Gavin felt that he was in His presence here. Gavin’s heart seemed to draw strength from being so near to the Code. There was not a doubt in any corner of his mind as to his purpose in the kingdom. It was to honor the King and to live by the Code.

  “In the presence of the Code
, I once again swear my allegiance to the King,” Gavin said quietly. “For truth, for justice, for honor … I offer my life to the service of the King and will defend His city and the citizens thereof.”

  It was Gavin’s heart to see the King face-to-face one day and not be ashamed of his duty as a Noble Knight. He knew the King was more noble, more mighty, and more just than any man of Arrethtrae could ever be. He also knew that only the King was worthy of such devotion, and so it was to the King alone that Gavin pledged his allegiance. The Chamber of the Code was a place Gavin frequented often, for it affirmed in his heart this allegiance. His visits to this chamber usually followed a battle or a time of adversity. And although other laws had been enacted by which the people lived, only the Code contained the mark of the King. Very few people had actually seen the Code, for the Noble Knights considered it a privilege reserved for nobility.

  After a few moments, Gavin exited and locked the chamber. He mounted Triumph and began the journey home. As he rode, Gavin’s thoughts turned to the battle of that day and to the offer Kifus had made regarding his sister. Some of the men seemed so at ease and natural when courting a lady, but such was not the case with Gavin. He felt as though he would rather fight an enemy than face the awkward conversation that awaited him. And yet, he could not deny the fact that he was intrigued by her interest. He wondered if he was going to spend the next few days as distracted as he was right now.

  Fortunately—or unfortunately—an incident occurred that would change everything.

  TREACHERY!

  It was awkward to say the least. The Noble Knights were all gathered in Lord Kifus’s great hall two days after the “incident,” and there was no boisterous bragging or jesting, only whispers. This day it was the incident that brought the powerful knights together, but the reason for the gathering also made it awkward. Sir Gavin knew that even two days was too long to wait for a discussion of the incident with Lord Kifus and the other knights, but he also knew that Lord Kifus needed time to recover from the sting of embarrassment.