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Daniel Abraham

AN AUTUMN WAR

Tor Books by Daniel Abraham

(The Long Price Quartet series):

A Shadow in Summer

A Betrayal in Winter

An Autumn War

The Price of Spring

Daniel Abraham

AN AUTUMN WAR

To Jim and Allison, without whom none of this would have been possible

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Once again, I would like to extend my thanks to Walter Jon Williams,

Melinda Snodgrass, Emily Mah, S. NI. Stirling, Terry England, Ian

Tregillis, Ty Franck, George R. R. Martin, and the other members of the

New Mexico Critical Mass Workshop.

I also owe debts of gratitude to Shawna McCarthy and Danny Baror for

their enthusiasm and faith in the project, to James Frenkel for his

unstinting support and uncanny ability to improve a manuscript, and to

Tom Doherty and the staff at Tor for their kindness and support.

AN

AUTUMN

WAR

PROLOG

Three men came out of the desert. Twenty had gone in.

The setting sun pushed their shadows out behind them, lit their faces a

ruddy gold, blinded them. The weariness and pain in their bodies robbed

them of speech. On the horizon, something glimmered that was no star,

and they moved silently toward it. The farthest tower of Far Galt, the

edge of the Empire, beckoned them home from the wastes, and without

speaking, each man knew that they would not stop until they stood behind

its gates.

The smallest of them shifted the satchel on his back. His gray

commander's tunic hung from his flesh as if the cloth itself were

exhausted. His mind turned inward, half-dreaming, and the leather straps

of the satchel rubbed against his raw shoulder. The burden had killed

seventeen of his men, and now it was his to carry as far as the tower

that rose tip slowly in the violet air of evening. Ile could not bring

himself to think past that.

One of the others stumbled and fell to his knees on wind-paved stones.

The commander paused. He would not lose another, not so near the end.

And yet he feared bending down, lifting the man up. If he paused, he

might never move again. Grunting, the other man recovered his feet. The

commander nodded once and turned again to the west. A breeze stirred the

low, brownish grasses, hissing and hushing. The punishing sun made its

exit and left behind twilight and the wide swath of stars hanging

overhead, cold candles beyond numbering. The night would bring chill as

deadly as the midday heat.

It seemed to the commander that the tower did not so much come closer as