The Dancer From Atlantis

Poul Anderson

1971

ISBN: 0-812-52310-5

VICTIMS OF THE VORTEX!

The voices pierced Duncan’s own, and brought him jerkily about. Three! A yellow-bearded man in spike-topped hel-met and chainmail; a short, leather-coated, fur-capped rider on a rearing pony; a tall, slender woman in knee-length white dress. And Duncan Reid.

The horseman got his mount under control. At once he snatched a double-curved bow that hung at his saddle, an arrow from the quiver beside, and had the weapon strung and armed. The blond man roared and lifted an ax. The woman drew a knife of reddish metal.

Reid struggled to wake from this nightmare....

Tor books by Poul Anderson

A Knight of Ghosts and Shadows

Alight in the Void

The Armies of Elfland

The Boat of a Million Years

Explorations

Hoka I (with Gordon R. Dickson)

Kinship with the Stars

The Long Night

The Longest Voyage

Mauri & Kith

A Midsummer Tempest

No Truce with Kings

Past Times

The Saturn Game

The Shield of Time

Tales of the Flying Mountains

The Time Patrol

To

L Sprague and Catherine de Camp

And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets pre-pared themselves to sound.

And the first angel sounded and there followed hail and fire mingled with blood, and they were cast upon the earth: and the third part of trees was burnt up, and all green grass was burnt up.

And the second angel sounded and as it were a great mountain burning with fire was cast into the sea: and the third part of the sea became blood; and the third part of the creatures which were in the sea, and had life, died; and the third part of the ships were destroyed.

And the third angel sounded and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of wa-ters; and the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many.

men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.

And the fourth angel sounded and the third part of the sun was smitten, and the third part of the moon, and the third part of the stars; so as the third part of them was darkened and the day shone not for a third part of it, and the night likewise.

And I beheld and heard an angel flying through the midst of heaven, saying with a loud voice, Woe, woe, woe, to the inhabiters of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet of the three angels, which are yet to sound!

—Revelation, viii, 6-13

Where is the fair assemblage of heroes,

The sons of Rudra, with their bright horses?

For of their birth knaweth no man other,

Only themselves their wondrous descent.

The light they flash upon one another,•

The eagles fought, the winds were raging,.

But this secret knoweth the wise man,

Once that Prishni her udder gave them.

Our race of heroes, through the Maruts be it

Ever victorious in reaping of men.

On their way they hasten, in brightness the brightest,

Equal in beauty, unequalled in might.

—Rig-Veda, vii, 56 (Max Muller, tr.)