This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
Coyright © 2002 Andre Norton. Judgment on Janus copyright © 1963 by Harcourt, Brace & World, Inc. Victory on Janus copyright © 1966 by Andre Norton.
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Norton, Andre.[Judgement on Janus]
Janus / by Andre Norton.
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Contents: Judgement on Janus — Victory on Junus.
ISBN 0-7434-3553-2
1. Life on other planets—Fiction. I. Norton, Andre. Victory on Janus.
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How far away was the river? Naill tried to place landmarks about him. And then he heard the hounds again—faint, to be sure, but with an exultant note in their cry. They had picked up the fugitives' trail, knew the scent was fresh. He hoped they were still leashed.
Ashla huddled down, her eyes wide and wild as she watched his every move. But she no longer tried to scream. If he could only bring Illylle memory to the surface of her mind again!
"Illylle!" Naill did not try to touch her, made no move toward the shaking girl. "You are Illylle of the Iftin," he said slowly.
Her head shook from side to side, denying that.
"You are Illylle—I am Ayyar," he continued doggedly. "They hunt us—we must go—to the forest—to Iftcan."
She made a small choking sound and her tongue swept across her lips. Then she lunged past him, to the side of the pool, hanging over the water and staring down at her reflection there. From mirror to man she glanced up, down, up. Apparently she was satisfying herself that there was a resemblance between what she saw in the water and Naill.
"I—am—not—" She choked again, her wailing appeal breaking through her hostility.
"You are Illylle," he responded. "You have been ill, with the fever, and you have had ill dreams."
"This is a dream!" She caught him up.
Naill shook his head. "This is real. That"—he waved a hand southward—"is the dream. Now—listen!"
The baying reached their ears.
"Hounds!" She identified that sound correctly, glanced apprehensively over her shoulder. "But why?"
"Because we are of the Iftin, of the forest. We must go!"
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