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HAN-GILEN (forthcoming hardcover) A FALL
OF PRINCES (forthcoming hardcover) THE
HOUNDNTHE FALCON TRILOGY
JUDITH TADG
TDR ATOM DOHERTYASSO-FLATPS
ROOK This is a work disof fiction. All the characters and
events portrayed in this book are fictional, and
any resemblance to real people or incidents is
purely coincidental. THE HOUNDS OF GOD
Copyright c 1986 by Judith Tan- All rights
reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or
portions thereof in any form. Reprinted by arrangement
with Bluejay Books First Tor printing: May
1987 A TOR Book
Published by Tom Doherty Associates,
Inc. 49 West 24 Street New York,
N.y. 10010
Cover art by Kevin Eugene Johnson
ISBN: 0812556054 C. ED.:

Printed in the United States of America
For Wilie and Bonnie For Brett
And for Jonika
He knew distinction in three abstractions of
sound, the women's cry under the thong of Lupercal, the
Pope's voice singing the Glory on Lateran, the
howl of a wolf in the coast of Broceliande.
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Logres The fire had gone out some rime since.
For all its warmth of carpets and hangings and its
che/l of books, the room was cold; icy. Its
occupant seemed not to notice. He sat in his
plain dark robe that could have been anything, lord's
cotte, scholar's gown, monk's habit, intent
upon a closely written page. His only light was
a stub of candle, the day having died somewhat before the
fire, darkening one of the greater treasures of the
Royal Chancery: the tall glass window that looked
upon the sea. A second treasure lay on the
desk near his hand, the heavy chain and the jeweled seal
of the King's Chancellor, silver and sapphire,
ashimmer in the unsteady light. He shifted
slightly on his tall scribe's stool. The
candle, flaring, turned his hair to silver fire.
He heeded the changing light no more than he had the
cold. Or the one who watched him, silent in the
doorway, almost smiling. As he stirred, she
stirred likewise. Her feet were soundless on the
eastern carpet, her movements fluid, 2 Judith
Tarr graceful. Her eyes glinted golden