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Chiefs ~, Tot Books, c Janny Wurts ~986
Silverdown's Gold first appeared in Horse Fantastic, DAW Books,
c Janny Wurts ~99~
Double Blind first appeared in The Fleet 3, Break Through,
Ace Books, c Janny Wurts 1989
Dreamsinger's Tale first appeared in Wolfsong, The Blood of Ten
Chiefs 2, Tor Books, cJanny Wurts I988
Triple-Cross first appeared in The Fleet 5, Total War, Ace Books,
cJanny Wurts 199o
Dreambridge first appeared in Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy
Magazine, issue ~9, c Janny Wurts ~993
Song's End first appeared in Winds of Change, The Blood of Ten
Chiefs 3, Tor Books, c Janny Wurts ~989
The Renders first appeared in Elsewhere, Ace Books, c Janny
Wurts ~981
No Quarter first appeared in The Fleet 6, Crisis, Ace Books,
cJanny Wurts 1991
That Way Lies Camelot first appeared in Grails, Quests, Visitations
and Other Occurrences, Unnameable Press, c Janny Wurts ~992
Dedication

To my readers -
the magicians who make all books possible
Wayfinder

Ciondo had blown out the lanterns for the night when Sabin remembered
her mistake. Lately arrived to help out on the sloop for the summer,
she had forgotten to bring in her jacket. It lay where it had been
left, draped over the upturned keel of the dory; wet by now in the
fog, and growing redolent of the mildew that would speckle its
patched, sumfaded shoulders if someone did not crawl out of warm
blankets and fetch it up from the beach.
The wind had risen. Gusts slammed and whined across the eaves,
and moaned through the windbreak of pines that lined the cliffs.
Winter had revisited since sundown; the drafts through the chinks
held the scent of northern snow. The floorboards, too, were cold
under Sabin's bare feet. She looked out through the crack in the
shutter, dressing quickly as she did so. The sky had given her a
moon~ but a thin, ragged cloud cover sent shadows chasing in ink and
silver across the sea. The path to the harborside was steep, even
dangerous, all rocks and twined roots that could trip the unwary even
in brightest sunlight.
Stupid, she had been, and ever a fool for letting her mind stray
in daydreams. She longed to curse in irritation as her uncle did when
his hands slipped on a net, but she dreaded to raise a disturbance.
The household was sleeping. Even her aunt who wept in her pillow each
night for the son just lost to the sea; Sabin's cousin, who was four
years older than her undersized fourteen, and whose boots she could
never grow to fill.
~A girl can work hard and master a boy's chores,' Uncle Ciondo