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Copyright © 1990, Roger Taylor
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First published in United Kingdom in 1990 by Headline Book Publishing.
This Edition published in 2002 by Mushroom eBooks, an imprint of Mushroom Publishing, Bath, BA1
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Into Narsindal

Book Four of The Chronicles of Hawklan

Roger Taylor

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Map of Hawklan’s Land




“The time of Hawklan is so far in the past that it could be the distant future”

Prologue

Hawklan’s face was desolate.

‘I remember the enemy falling back and standing silently watching us. I remember the sky, black with
smoke, and flickering with fighting birds. There was a raucous command from somewhere and the enemy
lowered their long pikes – they were not going to close with us again. Then the figure next to me shouted
defiance at them, hurled its shield into their midst and reached up to tear away its helm.’ Hawklan paused
and his eyes glistened as he relived the moment. ‘Long blonde hair tumbled out like a sudden ray of
sunlight in that terrible gloom.’ He shook his head. ‘I hadn’t realized who it was. A great roar went up
from the circling army. I called out her name . . .’ He opened his mouth to call again. Both Gulda and
Andawyr watched, lips parted, as if willing him this release, but no sound came from either of them.

‘Without taking her eyes from the approaching enemy, she reached back and her hand touched my face
briefly. “I am here,” its touch said. “I am with you to the end.” I threw away my own helm and shield and
took my sword two-handed as she had. Then the figure at my back cried out in recognition. He too I had
not recognized in the press. Thus by some strange chance, we three childhood friends formed the last
remnant of our great army.’

He paused again and clenched his fist, as if around his sword hilt. ‘A group of the enemy threw down