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The sequel to Bound in Blood and exciting sixth entry in the Godstalker Chronicles by epic fantasy world-builder extraordinaire, P.C. Hodgell.Jame is one of the last of the Kencyrath line, born to battle a world-destroying Lord of Darkness and resuscitate her ancestral heritage. James youth was spent hard and low in a desert wasteland. Now she has discovered her past and her heritage as Highbornand, with it, the power to call souls out of their bodies and slay the occasional god or two (as well as to resurrect them). First, though, Jame must survive the politics and dangers of haunted Tentir College, a school for warriors where shes a student. At Tentir, Jame saves a young protg from possession by a powerful, evil soul in search of a body, while combating jealous students who see her as a danger to their ambition for power and want her expelledand blinded and dead, in the bargain! Then, just as graduation approaches, James exemption from the sacred laws of the tribe of her youth expires and she is expected to wed immediately, plus take on a family. To make matters worse, shes challenged to a mounted combat duel to decide who is Tentir top guna competition she must win to graduation. Its trial by fire, as Jame moves closer to a magnificent destiny she both fearsand knows she must face.About P.C. Hodgells Kyncyrath Series:P.C. Hodgell writes the most strikingly weird and wonderful stories in epic fantasy today.Charles StrossHodgell has crafted anintricate fantasy with humor, tragedy, and a capable and charming female hero.Library Journal

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P.C. Hodgell

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BAEN BOOKS by P.C. HODGELL

CHRONICLES OF THE KENCYRATH

The God Stalker Chronicles (omnibus containing God Stalk and Dark of the Moon)

Seekers Bane (omnibus containing Seekers Mask and To Ride a Rathorn)

Bound in Blood

Honors Paradox

HONORS PARADOX

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2011 by P.C. Hodgell

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A Baen Books Original

Baen Publishing Enterprises

P.O. Box 1403

Riverdale, NY 10471

www.baen.com

ISBN 13: 978-1-4516-3762-5

Cover art by Clyde Caldwell

Maps by P.C. Hodgell

First Baen printing, December 2011

Distributed by Simon & Schuster

1230 Avenue of the Americas

New York, NY 10020

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

t/k

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Pages by Joy Freeman (www.pagesbyjoy.com)

Printed in the United States of America

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Scott LifeThe Highlord Calls

CHAPTER I Songs in the Night Winter 64 I Gerridon Highlord Master of - photo 1
CHAPTER I Songs in the Night Winter 64 I Gerridon Highlord Master of - photo 2

CHAPTER I
Songs in the Night

Winter 64

I

Gerridon Highlord, Master of Knorth, a proud man was he. The Three People held he in his handArrin-ken, Highborn, and Kendarby right of birth and might.

The Tentir cadets listened intently as the haunt singer Ashe limped back and forth before the great halls fireplace. Flames outlined her black-robed form. A hood overshadowed her face, but they caught glimpses of its haggard lines as she turned. She chanted hoarsely rather than sang and accompanied herself with a small lyre on which she struck chords apparently at random.

The song itself was as old as the Fall, three thousand years ago. Some believed every word of it. Others thought that the Singers cherished prerogative of the Lawful Lie had played a role in its composition or at least in its transformation over the millennia. So much had been lost in the flight to this world, Rathillien, that much of the past has become garbled. So, at least, many claimed, the Caineron loudest of all.

Wealth and power had he, and knowledge deeper than the Sea of Stars.

This too was old news: so had their lords. The self-styled Highborn had ruled over the lowly Kendar almost without restraint since the withdrawal of the catlike Arrin-ken who had served as their judges and mediators. Some lords were good, others... demanding. The gentle brush of our lords whim, as another old song put it; The crack of his displeasure.

But he feared death.

Eyes jerked up at a discordant note and a sudden squawk from Higbert. The tip of Ashes little finger had broken off as she struck her lyre and had flipped into the Cainerons mug of cider. He threw both vessel and contents aside, perhaps by accident into the lap of Gorbel, his lords heir. Gorbel retrieved the partial digit and returned it to the singer without comment.

My thanks, Lordan, said Ashe, pocketing it. I will sew it back on later.

The cadets watched this transfer intently, reminded, as if any need be, that the haunt singer was herself neither alive nor quite dead.

As would-be randon, death was to become a way of life for them, both their own and that of anyone under their command. Would they be strong enough to make such mortal decisions? An honorable death bought freedomfrom their lords dominion, from their hated Three-Faced God who had set them such an impossible task as to stop the Shadows spread down the Chain of Creation. Singer Ashe must be very strong not to have chosen the oblivion that she had earned from her wounds taken even before the battle at the Cataracts. As for the Master, the mere fear of death was no excuse for anything.

Ashe cleared her throat, spat out a loose tooth, and continued.

Dread lord, he said to the Shadow that Crawls, even to Perimal Darkling, ancient of enemies, my god regards me not. If I serve thee, whilst thou preserve me, even to the end of time? Night bowed over him. Words they spoke.

At the far end of the hall, the outer door ground open a crack. Through it squeezed an ice-crusted figure accompanied by whips of freezing snow and blades of wind. The cadets huddled closer together. Some glared. Others looked wide-eyed with surprise. Who traveled so late at night, in such weather?

Rue of the Knorth jumped up and went quickly to help the new arrival shed her outer garments. The hood slid back from black hair intricately braided and from silver-gray eyes set in a thin face pinched with the cold. Beneath the coat, the newcomer wore a cadets jacket, fur-lined boots, and heavy mittens. These last she stripped off to reveal black gloves.

Lady, what are you doing here? Rue demanded over her armload of winter gear. You should still be snug with your lord brother at Gothregor.

The other laughed wryly. Tori and I are seldom snug. Anyway, you know that I have to ride north tomorrow to be with the Merikit on the solstice.

Rue made an unhappy sound. None of her people welcomed their ladys bond with the wild hill folk nor understood it. Wasnt it enough that the Highlords sister was a cadet here at the college where no Highborn girl had ever been before? Why did she have to complicate matters with heathen connections?

She patted Rue on the shoulder. Never mind. Im here now and so, I see, is most of the student body. Didnt anyone go home during the break after the Winter War?

A few. The weather kept most of us here. Ashe was benighted on her way south to Falkirr and the Commandant asked her to sing for us. But come to the fire, lady. Gods claws, youre all but fringed in icicles.

Across the room, the Ardeth Lordan Timmon smiled at her and Gorbel grunted something that might have been a welcome.

Then went my lord Gerridon to his sister and consort, the priestess Jamethiel Dream-weaver, and said, Dance out the souls of the faithful that darkness may enter in. And she danced.

Greetings, my lady. Ashe broke off to incline her head to the young woman known as Jameth, who bowed in return and settled down among her ten-command.

Pretty Mint hurried to bring her a mug of warm cider which she cupped in chilled, gloved hands. Dar said something that made Quill laugh and the new cadet, Damson, glower. Erim, Killy, and Niall bobbed their heads. Leaning against the wall, wooden faced Brier Iron-thorn gave her a brief nod.

Two-thirds of the People fell that night, Highborn and Kendar. Rise up, Highlord of the Kencyrath, said the Arrin-ken to Glendar. Your brother has forfeited all. Flee, man, flee, and we will follow. And so he fled, Cloak, Knife and Book abandoning, into the new world. Barriers he raised, and his people consecrated them. A watch we will keep, they said, and our honor someday avenge. Alas for the greed of a man and the deceit of a woman, that we should come to this!

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