Somewhere on the Time Ellipse Mike Kenscott became Adric;
and the only way to return to his own identity was to find
the Keep of the Dreamer, and loose the terrible
FALCONS of NARABEDLA
By Marion Zimmer Bradley
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Other Worlds
May 1957. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
Contents
| CHAPTER ONE |
| CHAPTER TWO |
| CHAPTER THREE |
| CHAPTER FOUR |
| CHAPTER FIVE |
| CHAPTER SIX |
| CHAPTER SEVEN |
| CHAPTER EIGHT |
| CHAPTER NINE |
| CHAPTER TEN |
| CHAPTER ELEVEN |
CHAPTER ONE
Voltage—from Nowhere!
Somewhere on the crags above us I heard a big bird scream.
I turned to Andy, knee-deep in the icy stream beside me. "There's youreagle. Probably smells that cougar I shot yesterday." I started to reelin my line, knowing what my brother's next move would be. "Get thecamera, and we'll try for a picture."
We crouched together in the underbrush, watching, as the big birdof prey wheeled down in a slow spiral toward the dead cougar. Andywas trembling with excitement, the camera poised against his chest,his eyes glued in the image-finder. "Golly—" he whispered, almostprayerfully, "six foot wing spread—maybe more—"
The bird screamed again, warily, head cocked into the wind. We were toleeward; the scent of the carrion masked our enemy smell from him. Theeagle failed to scent or to see us, swooping down and dropping on thecougar's head. Andy's camera clicked twice. The eagle thrust in itsbeak—
A red-hot wire flared in my brain. The bird—the bird—I leaped out ofcover, running swiftly across the ten-foot clearing that separated usfrom the attacking eagle, my hand tugging automatically at the huntingknife in my belt. Andy's shout of surprised anger was a faraway noisein my ears as the eagle started away with flapping, angry wings—then,in fury, swept down at me, pinions beating around my head. I heard andfelt the wicked beak dart in, and thrust blindly upward with the knife,ripped, slashing, hearing the bird's scream of pain and the flapping ofwide wings. A red haze spun around me—
Then the screaming eagle was gone and Andy's angry grip was on myshoulder, shaking me roughly. His voice, furious and frightened, washardly recognizable. "Mike! Mike, you darned idiot, are you all right?You must be crazy!"
I blinked, rubbing my hand across my