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The Lion Returns



John Dalmas




Dedicated toELIZABETH MOON


ACKNOWLEDGMENT

Parts of the first draft were critiqued by members of theSpokane Word Weavers, a writers' support and
critique group. The second draft was critiqued by two science fiction and fantasy authors: Patricia Briggs
and James Glass. And as always by my wife Gail. My thanks to all of you.

The Farside series grew out of an invitation by Jon Gustafson to write a short story for a WesterCon
program book a few years ago. I rather quickly realized it was not a short story, but the opening chapter
of a novel. Thank you too, Jon.




PROLOG



The distance across theOceanSea to Vismearc is said to exceed that from fabled Tuago to the River
Erg. It took fifty-eight days and nights to sail across, and fifty to return. Of the four ships that set out, only
one came back, and very fortunate its mariners, for those days and nights were beset with storms, and
sea dragons with necks like mighty snakes. The larger of them snapped men from the deck. And there
were monstrous eels whose very stare was venomous, but fortunately they were rarely seen.

And when the sea had finally been crossed, Vismearc itself proved no less dangerous. Great birds dwell
there, their hearts as black as their plumage. They are more clever than a man, and large enough to carry
a sheep through the air. The women in Vismearc birth many children, in order to have any left after the
birds have taken what they wish. Several birds together would attack a man and clean his bones in
minutes, so that no one walked out alone, even to relieve himself. While one man voided his bowels,
another stood by, sword in hand, to protect him. And there are bees large as sparrows, that make honey
of surpassing sweetness, but a single sting causes men to swell like bladders, and die horribly.



But most terrible of all are the hordes of savage warriors no higher in stature than the nipples of a man.
Short of leg but long of arm, they have bodies of stone, the strength of giants, and no concept of mercy.
Yet it was for Vismearc the Ylver set sail from their island home, those centuries back. For though their
mariners had read of the terrors they would face, their fear of the Voitusotar was greater. And no man
knows whether any of them arrived in that frightful land, or if they arrived, whether any of their progeny