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Baen Books by JOHN RINGO
A Hymn Before Battle
Gust Front
When the Devil Dances
Hell's Faire
The Hero (with Michael Z. Williamson)
Cally's War (with Julie Cochrane)

There Will Be Dragons
Emerald Sea
Against the Tide

Into the Looking Glass (forthcoming)
The Road to Damascus (with Linda Evans)

with David Weber:
March Upcountry
March to the Sea
March to the Stars




CHAPTER ONE
The humpback whale cruised slowly northward through the blue waters of the eastern Atlantis
Ocean, listening to the sounds of the sea around him. Sound carries far under water, depending upon its
frequency. The humpback did not use sonar, but used the sounds created by other sea creatures large
and small, to create a three dimensional map of its surroundings that stretched, with decreasing accuracy,
for a bubble hundreds of miles around.
To the southwest were several schools of fish. Birds were diving on them and tuna were working
over one while a school of spiny sharks was attacking another. To the northwest, by the lands of ice, a
pod of fellow humpbacks, the ocean's great communicators, were giving their siren calls, imbedding in
them a constant litany of information. A school of squid was in the deeps below the humpback, but he
was neither a pelagic hunter like the sei and blues, to go after the schools to the south, nor a deep hunter
like the pod of sperm whales to the west, that could make the five hundred meters down to the shoal.
No, he was an inshore hunter, who could gorge on herring for a few weeks and then survive for months
on the stored fat.
So Bruno told himself. But he was still hungry and the resupply ships weren't due for another two
weeks.
As he was mentally grumbling to himself, and turning to the east to stay inside his patrol zone, he
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picked up the frantic squealing of delphino. He listened and then continued his slow and lazy turn until he
was pointed in the direction of the distant pod just sculling along a hundred meters below the surface
where the interference from the surface chop dropped off. The sound was attenuated by the distance,