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Praise for
THE LION OF SENET


The Lion of Senet
is one of those rare hybrids, an SF
plot compounded with the in-depth characterization of
a good fantasy tale. It is a book that recognizes the old
saw, any sufficiently advanced science is
indistinguishable from magic, and makes good use of
the premise. Jennifer Fallon mines the rich
borderland between fantasy and SF to produce a tale of
deception and ambition in a battle between science and
religion. Well-rounded characters and conflicts that
are ethical as well as adventurous make for
an intriguing read.”
—Robin Hobb

“In The Lion of Senet Jennifer Fallon has created a
fast-moving and exciting fantasy saga of betrayal and
deceit, peopled by an engaging cast of characters. I
can't wait to see what new twists she will bring
to the plot in Book Two!”
—Sarah Ash, author of
Lord of Snow and Shadows
and
Prisoner of the Iron Tower

ALSO BY JENNIFER FALLON

The Lion of Senet
Eye of the Labyrinth

For David,
and as always, Adele Robinson

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

We have some interesting discussions in my house, usually late at night and frequently incomprehensible to the casual observer. We talk, argue and agonize over worlds that don't exist and the people who populate them as if they are real. It is not possible to quantify the value of these discussions when it comes to populating the world of Ranadon.

I wish to thank my son David for the idea of diamond blades and for reminding me that sometimes you have to take a risk to change the world you live in. I cannot thank my daughters enough: Amanda, for being my sounding board and for providing so many bright ideas that it would be impossible to list them all; and TJ, for her constant reading of draft after draft of this series and for reminding me that some stories are too big to tell in a single volume.

I must also thank Peter Jackson for his help in defining the world of Ranadon, and Doug Standish for working out the physics of Ranadon's solar system. If there are mistakes or inconsistencies, they are totally mine, because I kept rearranging the universe to suit my imagination instead of the other way round.

Special thanks must go to the gang from Kabana Kids Klub, especially Ella Sullivan for keeping me on the straight and narrow regarding the geology of Ranadon, and Erika Rockstorm, for her assistance in ironing out some details of this world. I must also thank Ryan Kelly for his advice, his mathematical prowess, and for helping Dirk appear so clever, and Stephanie Sullivan, Analee (Woodie) Wood, Fi Simpson and Alison Dijs for being such economically viable (it sounded better than cheap) proofreaders.

Once again, I have Dave English to thank for helping me look like I know something about ships and sailing, and my good friends John and Toni-Maree Elferink for knowing way too much about the human body and what happens when you do terrible things to it.

I would also like to acknowledge Fiona McLennan and the Phantophiles from the Voyager Online community for their enthusiasm and support, for keeping my spirits up and for providing quite a few of the names that crop up throughout the series.

Last but not least, I wish to thank Lyn Tranter for her help and support, and the staff at ALM for being so wonderfully patient with my eccentricities and Stephanie Smith for giving me so much leeway with the story, when all she wanted was for me to “tidy up the last chapter a bit …”

'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays …

THE RUBÁIYAT OF OMAR KHÁYYAM
(translation by Edward J. Fitzgerald, 1859)

PART ONE

eris Veran was waiting as Tia climbed the goat path up to his cave overlooking the pirate settlement of Mil. His eyes were bright and he was unnaturally alert, a sure sign he'd recently taken another dose of poppy-dust. He must have been waiting for her since he spied her crossing the bay. It was raining, but it didn't seem to bother the madman. His thin shirt was soaked, his ragged, unkempt hair plastered to his head.

“Where's Dirk?” he asked as soon as she stepped onto the rocky ledge.

“Can't we go inside, Neris?”

“Where's Dirk?” he repeated stubbornly.

“And why is everybody suddenly back in Mil?”

Tia glanced over her shoulder through the rain at the ships anchored below them. It was an unusual sight, all the pirate ships in port at the same time. She hadn't thought Neris would realize it, though.

“Let's go inside, Neris,” she insisted. “I'm not going to stand out here in the rain being interrogated by you.”

“It's only water,” Neris said, turning his face upward. He let the rain fall on his closed eyes for a few moments, and then he looked back at Tia and grinned. “You're always complaining I don't wash often enough.”

“Come on, Neris,” she urged. “You'll catch your death if you stay out here.”

“How do you know?”

Tia hurried across the ledge. He turned to watch her sheltering in the entrance of the cave, looking quite irritated. “You row across here in a downpour and that's perfectly all right for you, but if I stand in it, I'm being foolish! Suppose I
want
to catch my death? Suppose I'm too cowardly to take my own life so I'm standing here in the rain, tempting fate, daring her to take me?”

Tia sighed impatiently. There was no reasoning with him when he started asking questions like that.

“Did you want to hear about Dirk or not?” she called to him over the steady patter of raindrops, hoping that would entice him to come in out of the rain. She didn't wait for his answer. Instead, shivering a little in her wet clothes, Tia hurried over to the small fire in the cave and began to coax it back to life.

“So where is Dirk?” Neris asked her again as he stepped into the cave, shaking his head like a dog, showering everything within reach with a fine spray of raindrops.

“In Avacas,” Tia replied shortly as she tended the fire. “He's joined the Shadowdancers.”

Neris didn't reply.

Tia turned to look at him. “Did you hear what I said? Dirk Provin has betrayed us. He's joined Belagren and Antonov. He made a deal with the High Priestess, handed me over to them as part of it, Neris, just to save his own stupid neck.”

Neris nodded, walked to the bed and sat down, oblivious to the fact that he was soaking the bed with his wet clothes.

“He betrayed me without so much as a flicker of remorse, Neris.”

Her father's expression was thoughtful, rather than upset. He was taking the news far better than she anticipated. Where was the rage? The feelings of grief and torment over Dirk's unconscionable betrayal? Tia had felt little else since Omaxin, when she'd heard Dirk inform the High Priestess Belagren that he was ready and willing to join her.

“Aren't you going to say something?”

“I'd like some tea.”

“I meant about Dirk.”

“I know. But I'd still like some tea. What did you do?”

“When he betrayed me? I shot him.”

“Well, you never did have much of a sense of humor.”


Neris!
This is nothing to joke about! He sent a message to Reithan. He told him he was going to tell Antonov the route through the delta.”

“That would be logical.”

“Logical! Are you—” Tia was going to ask:
Are you crazy?

As her father's insanity was a well established fact, it seemed a rather pointless question. “Neris, are you listening to me? Don't you understand what he's done?”

“Better than you, probably.”

“Dirk Provin has betrayed us. He handed your only daughter over to the High Priestess to be tortured and killed. I thought you'd be upset.”

“I'm a little surprised,” Neris conceded. “But why would I be upset? Anyway, as you obviously
haven't
been tortured and killed, why should I waste time worrying that you might have been?”

Tia cursed under her breath as she moved the kettle over the fire. “I don't know, Neris. Why
would
I think you might be upset? Perhaps because, thanks to Dirk Provin, we're all likely to be dead in six weeks?”

“Is that supposed to frighten me? I've been trying to work up the courage to kill myself for more than twenty years, Tia.”

“And that's all you can say?”

“What else did you want me to say? I'd actually like to say ‘I told you so,’ but I didn't, so there wouldn't be much point, would there? Or I could say ‘Naughty Dirk,’ but you've undoubtedly called him far worse. Or I could say …”

“Just forget it, Neris.”

“Now you're mad at me. Still, I suppose with Dirk gone, you have to find someone to be mad at.”

Tia rose to her feet, fighting back the urge to take him by his thin, wasted shoulders and shake some sense into him.

“We're evacuating the settlement.”

“That's probably a wise move.”

“You won't be able to take much with you, but—”

“I'm not leaving,” he cut in, quite indignantly. “I'm staying right here! I'll get the best view from up here. Do you think they can get the
Calliope
through the delta? I've heard she's a magnificent sight under full sail.”

“Is that all you care about? Seeing the
Calliope
?”

“I suppose I'd like to see the other ships, too …”

“There is no
Calliope
, Neris. Reithan burned it in Elcast when we tried to save Morna Provin.”

“What a shame,” Neris sighed.

Tia wanted to scream at him. “Neris! Concentrate,
please
! We're evacuating Mil. You can't stay here when we leave.”

“Why not?” He seemed genuinely puzzled.

“Because you'll be killed or …” She didn't finish the sentence, not wishing to remind her father an even worse fate awaited him. It would be far better for all of them if he were dead, if the only alternative was Neris in the clutches of the Lion of Senet or the High Priestess of the Shadowdancers.

Neris's eyes narrowed cannily. “You think Dirk will have told Antonov and Belagren I still live, don't you?”

“Why not?” she replied. “He seems to have told them everything else.”

“He won't tell them about me.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Because if Dirk wants to secure his position in Avacas with the High Priestess, then he needs her to believe I'm dead. While Belagren thinks Dirk is the only man alive who can tell her when the next Age of Shadows is due, he's indispensable. If she knew that I lived, it would reduce his value to her significantly and he's too smart to let something like that happen.”

Tia stared at her father, surprised to hear him make such an astute observation.

“Neris, did Dirk say anything to you before he left?” she asked suspiciously. “Did he give you any hint about what he was planning?”

“Why would he tell me what he was up to?”

“He told you lots of things, didn't he?”

“Tia, Dirk's a very smart boy. The last thing he'd do if he was planning to betray us would be to confide in a madman.”

Tia stared at her father, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. He might be. Or he might be telling her what he
believed
to be the truth, which in Neris's tortured mind was quite often the same thing.

“What did you tell him, Neris?”

“I'm sure I don't know what you mean.” He looked away, quite offended by what she was implying.

“Why now? Why did Dirk choose to do this now? Why
didn't he do it months ago? Or wait another year? Did you tell him something important? Something that would give him the ammunition he needed to set himself up as the Lord of the Shadows? Something important enough for Belagren to appoint him her right hand?”

Neris grinned. “Lord of the Shadows? Is that what he's calling himself now? Our boy is demonstrating a previously unsuspected flair for the dramatic, isn't he?”

“What did you tell him, Neris?”

“Nothing.”

“What about this eclipse that's coming?”

Neris looked puzzled for a moment and then he smiled. “So he told them about the eclipse, did he?”

“He sent the message to Belagren before we even got to Omaxin. How could he have known about this coming eclipse, if you didn't tell him?”

“He told them about the eclipse?” He began to laugh. “Oh, that wicked, wicked boy!”

“Neris? I don't see what's so funny about this. He's going to consolidate Belagren's power for years to come. And if I find out it was you who told him about it …”

But he wasn't listening to her. Neris was laughing so hard he toppled sideways on the bed, holding his sides as tears streamed down his face.

“Neris …”

“I never thought he'd do it!” he gasped between great heaving guffaws. “Oh, that's just too much!”

“Neris!”

It was no use. Whatever Neris found so funny, it totally consumed him. Tia glared at him as he sobbed with mirth, furious he would react to something so devastating with hysterical laughter. She glanced down to find the water bubbling in the kettle. Snatching an old shirt of Neris's from the floor, she lifted the kettle clear of the flames and dumped it on the floor beside the fire.

“Get your own damned tea!” she snapped before stalking out of the cave and back into the rain, wishing that just once, Neris would act like a sane man.

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