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PIGS DONT FLYPIGS DONT FLY
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 й 1994 by Mary Brown
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions
thereof in any form.
A Baen Books Ori^nal
Baen Publishing Enterprises P.O. Box 1403 Riverdale, N.Y. 10471
ISBN: 0-671-87601-5
Cover art by Darrell K. Sweet
First printing, May 1994
This one for my little brother,
Micky-Michael, and my half-sister,
Anna, and their families.
Distributed by
Paramount
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New York, N.Y. 10020
Printed in the United States of America
Acknowledgments
Thanks, as always, to my husband Peter, for his care and patience.
Belated thanksЧsorry, folks!Чto Bobby Travers and his daughter Joanna for
smoothing our way out here.
Thanks, too, to Margaret and Barry Shaw for their help with Christopher.
I am also grateful to our alcalde, Don Carlos Mateo Donet Donet, for his
assistance and encouragement.
Last, but never ever least, thank you Samimi-Babaloo, my SamЧjust for being
yourselfl
Parti
AN END
CHAPTER ONE
My mother was the village whore and I loved her very much.
Having regard to the nature of her calling, we lived a discreet distance away
from her clients, in a cottage up the end of a winding lane that backed onto the
forest. Once the dwelling had been a forester's hut, shielded by a stand of
pines from the biting winter northerlies, but during the twenty years since she
had come to the village it haa been transformed into a pleasant one-roomed
cottage with a lean-to at the side for wood and stores. Part ofthe ground
outside had been cleared and fenced, and we haa a vegetable patch, three apple
trees, an enclosure for the hens, a tethering post for the goat and a skep for
the bees.
Inside it was very cozy. Apart from the bed, which took, with its hangings,
perhaps a third of the space, there was a table, two stools, hooks for our
clothing, a chest for linen and a dresser for the pots and dishes. Above the
fire was the rack for drying herbs or clothes, beside it a folding screen that
Mama sometimes used when she was entertaining if it was too cold for me to stay
outsideЧthough as I grew older I preferred to sit among the pungent, resinous
logs in the lean-to, wrapped
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