Michael Flynn - On the Razor’s Edge

Francine Thompson d.b.a. Bridget ban, a Hound of the Ardry

Graceful Bintsaif a junior Hound, deputy to Bridget ban

Lucia D. Thompson d.b.a. Marana, a harper, daughter of Bridget ban

Ravn Olafsdottr a Shadow of the Confederation of Central Worlds

Donovan (the scarred man) d.b.a. the Fudir, sometime agent of the CCW

Gidula Counselor to the rebellion (black, a white comet)

Swoswai Mashdasan Commander, 423rd Fleet (Qien-tuq Borderers)

Greystroke longtime companion to Donovan and Bridget ban

Little Hugh O Carroll Pup to Greystroke, d.b.a. Rinty

Gwillgi League observer in the Confederation

Black Shuck, Cn Annwn, Grimpen, Matilda of the Night, Obligado, et al.

Khembold Darling Gidulas ship-captain (yellow, a daffodil; comet canton)

Eglay Portion Gidulas seneschal (tan, a rose; comet canton)

Domino Tight a young Shadow (tawny, a lyre proper)

Oschous Dee Karnatika the Fox, field marshal of the rebellion (scarlet, a black horse)

Dawshoo Yishohrann leader of the rebellion (black, white diagonals)

Big Jacques Delamond (white, a blue trident), Little Jacques (swallowtail, red), Manlius Metataxis (sky blue, a white dove), et al.

Shadow Prime Father of the Abattoir (black)

Ekadrina Sanmazy field marshal of the loyal Shadows (black, a taiji)

Aynia Farer (lime, a lion), Phoythaw Bhatvik (yellow, two black crows), Epri Gunjinshow (forest-green, a lily), et al.

Tina Zhi the Technical Name, the Gayshot Bo

Paul Feeley the Radiant Name, the Nangling Bo

Hayzoos Peter the Powerful Name, the Sing Song Bo

Ari Zin the Militant Name, the Woqfun Bo

xxxxxxxx the Secret Name, the Boan Ghincat

Magpies, boots, sheep, foo-doctors, archivists, villagers, Terrans, Names, Protectors, et al.

Planar projection of the Confederal Borderlands and the Triangles. View is from Galactic North. Not all worlds or roads are shown. Worlds are not all on the same plane.

Oblique projection of the Triangle District. The view is outward from theCore and slightly north of Sol. The Rift and the Periphery lie far to the left.Roads are not shown. Stars connected are roughly equidistant. A dozen lightsfrom star to star.

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To see what the sky looks like from other stars, see here:

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In the beginning, there were three, because in these matters there are always three. One was a harper and one was a Hound and one was nine.

There were others, because in these matters there are always others. There were other Hounds. There was a Shadow, and other Shadows. There was a Name, and other Names. And had any of them done other than they had, matters would not have tumbled quite as they did.

But a man is the master of his acts, provided he acts with virtue; and the chief of these virtues is courage. Children lack courage because they see all fears as things to be removed by their parents. But a man may regard fearsome evil and see the outcome as dependent upon his own actions, and so he may become master of them. This is true even if he ultimately fails, perhaps especially if he fails.

There was a treasure, because in these matters there is always a treasure. And there was a far quest, and an ancient tyranny; and longing and greed and ambition and treachery. There was courage and cowardice, as one often finds when something very small stands against something very large. One man had let his fears become the master of his acts, and so men died and cities burned.

But at the heart of it there was a shining kernel, something hard and bright and unbreakable that had been hidden away and all but forgotten by its hiders. At the heart of every treasure, as always in these matters, there was another treasure beyond all price.

And so in the beginning there were three; but in the end, there was only one.

First, the Hound.

Francine Thompson was a Hound of the Ardry, and this was no small thing to be. Hounds enforce the law when the law has failed. They lead when leadership has failed. They rescue when hope has failed, and will assassinate when all else has failed. It was a fearsome thing to have a Hound on ones tail, and many a desperado has surrendered on no more than the rumor of such pursuit.

Among their number, Francine Thompson was accounted not the least. Breezy, and confident to the point of arrogance, she carried herself as if she were the Queen of High Tara. It was in her stride and in her voice, which crashed like the bursting sea; and when she tossed her head, her hair was a breaking crimson wave. Her skin was a deep gold, and her eyes the green of flint. She operated under the office-name of Bridget ban; and she was at this point in her life the one thing that a Hound never is, and that is dreadfully afraid.

Afraid enough, in any event, that she had issued a Call to Hounds. It was not often, and never for matters trivial, that more than one Hound was needed on a quest; but Bridget ban had such a need and the Call had gone out over the Ourobouros Circuit. An even score of her colleagues heard the summons and a dozen were close enough to reach Dangchao Waypoint in time for the facemeet on her estate.

That estate, Clanthompson Hall, stood lonely sentinel on the endless prairie called the Out-in-back. The Hounds foregathered in the arboretum of the Old Keep, a high-ceilinged room whose dark wood half paneling and heavy roof beams bespoke a ruder age. Ancient banners hung from the joistssome torn, some faded, one whose bloodstain must never be laundered. Oh, the day was long past when the Thompson levies had marched forth under them. Recovered technologies had made of such banners little more than convenient markers for standoff weapons. But they would do for pomp, and they complemented the ancestral portraits on the corbels beneath them: grim and gay, wild visaged and thoughtful, and all bearing that Thompson cast of eye that was something more than confidence and a pennyweight shy of arrogance.

The arboretum flourished in the sunlight piercing the clerestory windows, and lent the indoors an outdoor ambience. Her staff had laid out a table of impressive variety, with cheeses imported from Gehpari and pondi-cherries and other fruits and melons from New Chennai. The other foods were from local estates: marble-case from Kurland, bright-mix milled at Dalport, fish-rolls from Honigs Beach, andthis being Dangchaothin-sliced haunch of Nolan Beast. The wine had aged in Clanthompson cellars, and the spirits had dripped from the coils of the family distillery in Glennamor.

Of the Hounds, some had come from affection for Bridget ban, some because they expected an intriguing quest, some perhaps to gloat over whatever matter had impelled her cry for help. The men and women of the Kennel were a varied lot, and rivaly for status was not unknown among them.