ALSO BY JAMES ENGE
A TOURNAMENT OF SHADOWS
A Guile of Dragons
Wrath-Bearing Tree
The Wolf Age
This Crooked Way
Blood of Ambrose
Published 2015 by Pyr®, an imprint of Prometheus Books
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Cold Wind To Valhalla
Words and Music by Ian Anderson
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Copyright Renewed 2004
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Enge, James, 1960-
The wide world’s end / by James Enge.
pages ; cm. — (A tournament of shadows ; Book Three)
ISBN 978-1-61614-907-9 (pbk.) — ISBN 978-1-61614-908-6 (ebook)
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PS3605.N43W53 2015
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To Michael Korte
who stood with me once at the end of another world
Acknowledgments
A thousand thanks are due to Ian Anderson, for permission to quote his lyric from “Cold Wind to Valhalla.”
Ten thousand thanks to Lou Anders for his kindness, his patience, and his attentive reading that so improved my work. If you, patient reader, still don’t like it, it’s not his fault.
Contents
Invocation
PART ONE: THE WINTER WAR
Chapter One: Lone Survivor
Chapter Two: Conversations in A Thousand Towers
Chapter Three: Knife
Chapter Four: Red and Gray
Chapter Five: Evening in the Gravehills
Chapter Six: The Hill of Storms
PART TWO: RITES OF SPRING
Chapter One: What Really Happened
Chapter Two: Blood’s Price
Chapter Three: Death of a Summoner
Chapter Four: The Last Station
Chapter Five: Evening in A Thousand Towers
Chapter Six: A Parting; a Meeting
Chapter Seven: A Needle of Sunlight
Chapter Eight: Vengeancer
Chapter Nine: The Lacklands
Chapter Ten: Scenes of the Crime
Chapter Eleven: Among the Vraids
Chapter Twelve: Intruder in the Death House
Chapter Thirteen: The Sea Road to Grarby
Chapter Fourteen: Empty Sock
Chapter Fifteen: The God and His Enemies
Chapter Sixteen: Dead Ends
Chapter Seventeen: Miracles of St. Danadhar
Chapter Eighteen: Second Chances
Chapter Nineteen: Enemies of the Enemy
Chapter Twenty: End of Deceit
Chapter Twenty-One: The Chains of the God
PART THREE: A COLD SUMMER
Chapter One: Endless Empire
Chapter Two: Fire, Gods, and a Stranger
Chapter Three: To Market, To Market
Chapter Four: The Flight of the Viviana
Chapter Five: The Wreck of the Viviana
Chapter Six: The Narrow Road to the Deep North
Chapter Seven: The Graith Divided
Chapter Eight: News from Home
Chapter Nine: Ghosts and Shadows
PART FOUR: FALL
Chapter One: The Way Back
Sigil
APPENDICES
A. The Lands of Laent during the Ontilian Interregnum
B. The Gods of Laent
C. Calendar and Astronomy
D. The Wardlands and the Graith of Guardians
E. Note on Ambrosian Legend and Its Sources, Lost and Found
By a knight of ghosts and shadows
I summoned am to tourney
Three leagues beyond the wide world’s end.
Methinks it is no journey.
—“Tom O’Bedlam’s Song”
INVOCATION
I’ll tell the tale, since you insist, but it won’t be like the songs they sing. I saw much of what I’m about to tell with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears, felt it with my own heart. But I won’t be saying I-I-I all the way through. I was a different person then. And any time you tell a story about yourself, it isn’t about you, really. The teller is never the tale, or anyone in it.
Old Father Tyr, standing outside the world with Those-Who-Watch, shape my words like stones to build a bridge to the truth. Creator, guide my creation, which is yours also. Sustainer, give me the breath to complete it. Avenger, teach me when to end it, as you end all things in their time.
PART ONE
The Winter War
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
—Shelley, “Ode to the West Wind”
CHAPTER ONE
Lone Survivor
Night begins the day, and in the darkness of night the first day of spring was being born. In the west, great Chariot was rising, bright with hope as it re-entered the world. No other moon was in the sky, but Chariot’s light filled up the snow-covered plain of the Gap of Lone, and the gray-caped thain walking on it.
The thain went his way toward the base of the cliff with slow deliberate steps, as if he had all the time in the world. His gray cape of office was charred with fire and stained dark with dried blood. Fresh blood, black in the moon’s blue light, was running down his legs and squelching in his shoes, staining his footprints in the new snow like mud.