Song In The Silence: The Tale of Lanen Kaelar

Song In The Silence: The Tale of Lanen Kaelar

by Elizabeth Kerner

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Overview

Lanen Kaelar has dreamed of dragons all her life. But not just dreaming, for Lanen believes in dragons.

Her family mocks her that dragons are just a silly myth. A legend. But Lanen knows better. And she means to prove it. One day she sets out on a dangerous voyage to the remote West to find the land of the True Dragons.

What she discovers is a land of real dragons more beautiful—and surprising—than any dream she could have imagined.



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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780312871345
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 03/14/2003
Series: Tales of Kolmar , #1
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 384
Sales rank: 105,035
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Elizabeth Kerner, as the daughter of a Navy doctor, has always found the simple question 'where are you from?' one of the most difficult. She started writing while in high school and no-one has managed to stop her since. She is the author of the Tales of Kolmar (Song in the Silence, The Lesser Kindred, Redeeming the Lost).

Elizabeth Kerner, as the daughter of a Navy doctor, has always found the simple question 'where are you from?' one of the most difficult. Born in Florida in 1958, she spent much of her early life being moved around the Northeast and the South of the US, including a brief but glorious sojurn in Kodiak, Alaska in 1969. She started writing while in high school in New Orleans and no-one has managed to stop her since. She received her MA in English Language (Philology) from St. Andrews University in Scotland in 1981, being one of the first Americans to complete a full degree course at that institution, and promptly joined the unemployment line. She spent a number of years as a non-fiction editor of medical and scientific books and journals, but when she moved to Hawaii in 1988 a whole series of new possibilities arose and she was variously employed as a grunt in the woodworking industry, an office manager for the Big Island AIDS Project, a trainee in furniture restoration and an apprentice goldsmith. By this time, however, her writing was starting to go somewhere, and her first novel, Song in the Silence, was published in 1997 by Tor.
She now lives with her best-beloved husband Steven in a small town just outside of Edinburgh Scotland, and from her upstairs window can just see, if she leans out, the looming towers of the nearby power station. If anyone would care to dynamite several inconvenient homes that are in the way, she would have a sea view. Any reasonable offers considered.

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Song in the Silence

The Tale of Lanen Kaelar


By Elizabeth Kerner

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 1996 Elizabeth Kerner
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-312-87134-5



CHAPTER 1

Dreams in the Dark

And the Dragons' song, so wild and strong, fell from the sky like rain upon my soul; which, watered well bloomed with a joy no words can tell where once was a dusty plain.


My name is Lanen Kaelar, and I am older than I care to remember.

I have heard the bards call me Queen Lanen in their tales, and that I fear is the least of their excesses. I cannot stop the songs they sing or the stories they tell, but at least I can write with my own hand a record of those times, in the slim hope that anyone might be interested in the truth.

Now I put my hand to it, I would I knew how the trick is turned. Where should I begin? Wherever they start the tale seems the only possible place, no matter how much has gone before. I suppose the only sensible beginning would be at Hadron's farm.

I was born at Hadronsstead, a horse farm in the northwest of the Kingdom of Ilsa, which was the farthest west of the Four Kingdoms of Kolmar. The stead and the village nearby were a few hours' ride from the Méar Hills to the north, and two weeks to the south and east lay Illara, the King's Seat. Farther south yet the fertile plains of Ilsa began, a land full of farmers and crops and little else, and west over field and mountain lay the Great Sea.

Ilsa does not encourage women to go beyond the narrow boundaries of home, but from my earliest memories that was all I ever wanted to do. As a child I lived for those times when I managed to escape for a few hours, taking my little mare north to the Méar Hills, walking among the great trees that marked the southern edge of the Trollingwood, the vast forest that covers all the north of Kolmar. But always I was fetched back to the farm, and a closer watch kept on me.

Hadron was a good man, I do not say otherwise—he simply did not care for me. My mother had left him soon after I was born, and for some reason I decided that his close hold on me was because he feared I would do the same. When I came of age the summer I turned twelve, I asked to go with him to Illara, to the Great Fair in the autumn. By then I was grown nearly to my full height, and since I was clearly no longer a child—I stood nearly as tall as Hadron even then—I thought I was due some of the privileges of being of age. Instead, Hadron brought my older cousin Walther, his sister's son, to live with us. When autumn came, Hadron calmly announced that he and Jamie would go to the Great Fair, and that Walther would look after me until they returned. Hadron never understood why I yelled and fought with him over that decision; to him it was obvious that I needed a keeper, and Walther was enough older than I to make sure Hadron's words were obeyed. Needless to say, I hated Walther from that moment.

I wasn't overfond of Hadron, either, but then I never had been. He always kept his distance while I was a small child, and when I grew so tall so young he seemed appalled. From the moment I came of age he despised me, though I never knew why. I could do nothing right in his eyes. Sometimes I gave in to despair, knowing I was an evil creature who had no heart, since my mother had left me and my father did not love me. The worst of it to me, the true darkness in my heart that frightened me most and that I whispered to no one, was that I did not love him either.

But there was one bright light in my world, one beacon of hope and love and caring in all the desert of indifference I saw around me.

Jamie.

For me, any words of Hadronsstead must begin and end with him. He was there from my earliest memory, Hadron's steward and his right hand on the farm. Jamie managed the crops and the other livestock while Hadron ignored his child and made a name for himself as a breeder of horses. But to me, Jamie was ever love and kindness.

When as a child I needed comfort, it was always his small, dark, wiry figure I looked for, not the cold tree-height of Hadron. It was Jamie who made sure I was always looked after when Hadron forgot, Jamie who was a quiet friend when I so desperately needed one, Jamie who later taught me to see my strength and man-height as an advantage instead of a curse. When at fourteen I began to walk stooped over, trying to lessen my (I thought unnatural) height, which I feared made Hadron hate me, Jamie it was who took me aside and told me kindly that I reminded Hadron of my mother, it was nothing I had done, and he persuaded me to stand tall. Against Hadron's wishes Jamie taught me to read and write, and when I begged him he also taught me in secret how to fight without weapons, and how to use a sword and a bow. He was always there, never complained through all my needing him that I can remember, had a soft word for me even when my temper lashed him instead of its true target. He loved me as a daughter, as Hadron could not, and in return was given all the love I could not lavish on a heedless father.

I can hear the young girls wondering why I did not think of marriage. The true answer is that I did, sometimes, late at night as I lay in my too-short bed and dreamed. But there is a good reason I did not escape by marriage. I have seen some of the paintings the young ones have done of me in my youth, and they do make me laugh! I am now and always have been no more than plain. Hadron told me so all my young life, and I learned to believe him. Men were the same then as now; the young ones want a beauty, the old ones want a young one, and after being trapped so long on the farm I had the heart of an old woman and no beauty to speak of. The best that can be said is that I was tall as a man, strong as a woman well can be, brown as a nut from years of farm work in the sun and rain, and had a temper I only occasionally managed to keep in check.

Most nights, to be truthful, I thought more of love than of marriage, and more of going away than of love.

That is the real deep truth of me, now and as a girl. I longed to see the world, to go to those places that rang on the edge of stories like sweet distant bells. Even the sight of the Méar Hills to the north pierced my heart every time I saw them. Autumn was the worst, when they put on their patchwork winter coats and beckoned like so many red-and-gold giants. Lying on my bed in the dark I wandered through those trees a thousand times, laughing—sometimes aloud—as I watched the sun through the stained-glass leaves, breathing in their spicy scent and soaking in their colour until I could hold no more.

But my real desires lay beyond the Méar Hills. All of Kolmar was mine in the dark, covered with a quilt, weary from the day's needs but with mine still unfulfilled. In thought I roamed east and north, through the dark and threatening Trollingwood to the fastness of Eynhallow at the edge of the mountains, or into the mountains themselves, into the mines where jewels sparkled from the walls in the light of a lantern held high. Sometimes, though not often, I would venture south to the green kingdom of the silkweavers of Elimar—the north always called to my heart with the stronger voice.

But those times I most resented what I was forced to do, when despite the duty I owed him I would have cursed my father for making me stay, when even Jamie could not console me and the bleakness of my future came near to breaking me—then I would let loose the deep dream of my heart.

In it I stood at the bow of one of the great Merchant ships, sailing for the Dragon Isle at the turn of the year. The sea was rough, for the Storms that lay between Kolmar and the fabled land of the Dragons might abate but they never ceased. The ship swayed and groaned beneath my feet, spray blew keen and salt in my face but I laughed and welcomed it. For all I knew I would find naught on the island but lansip trees, and the long and dangerous trip there and back all for no more than my pay for harvesting the leaves more precious than silver. But perhaps—

Perhaps the Merchants' tales spoke true. It might be that I should be chosen to approach the Guardian of the trees, and perhaps as we spoke I would see him, and he would not be some giant of a warrior as everyone but the Merchants said.

I would feel no fear. I would step towards him and bow, greeting him in the name of my people, and he would come to me on four feet, his great wings folded, his fire held in check. In my dreams I spoke with the Dragon who guarded the trees.

Now, everyone knows that there are dragons, poor solitary creatures no bigger than a horse who live quietly in the Trollingwood away to the north. They pass their lives in deep forests or in rocky caverns, and almost always alone, and generally dragons and men do not trouble one another. Sometimes, though, a dragon will acquire a taste for forbidden food—a village's cattle, or sheep, or human flesh. Then great hunts are gathered from all the villages round and the creature is slain as quickly as possible, or at the least chased away. These little dragons have only faint similarities to the True Dragons of the ballads. They have fiery breath, though it is soon exhausted; they have armoured scales, but their size tells against them, and they seem no brighter than cattle. Unless they fly away—and they do not fly well—they may be killed without too great difficulty.

The Merchants, however, have the word of those who have been there, and they say that the Dragon Isle is the home of the True Dragons of legend. They are as big as a cottage with wings to match, teeth and claws as long as a man's forearm, and a huge jewel shining from each forehead. Of course the Harvesters who returned were asked about them; but the last ship to return from the journey to the Dragon Isle came home to Corlí more than a century ago, and there are none living who can swear that the True Dragons exist. It is said that within certain boundaries it is safe to visit that land, but some old tales whispered of those who dared to cross over seeking dragon gold and paid the price. If you believe the tales, not one of those venturous souls ever returned.

The bards, of course, have made songs of the True Dragons for hundreds of years. Usually the tale is of some brave fighter attacking one of them against terrible odds, defeating it but dying in the process. All very noble but more than a little absurd, if the Merchants recall truly their size and power. Still, there are some lovely lays about such things.

Every now and then, however, you come across a story with a different turn. The Song of the Winged Ones is a song of celebration, written as though the singer were standing on the Dragon Isle watching the dragons flying in the sun. The words are full of wonder at the beauty of the creatures; and there is a curious pause in the middle of one of the stanzas near the end, where the singer waits a full four measures in silence for those who listen to hear the music of distant dragon wings. It seldom fails to bring echoes of something beyond the silence, and is almost never performed because many bards fear it.

I love it.

I heard it first when I was seven. The snows were bad that year, and a bard travelling south from Aris (some four days' journey north of us) on his way to Kaibar for midwinter got stuck at Hadronsstead for the festival. He was well treated, given new clothes in honour of the season, and in return he performed for the household for the three nights of the celebration. The last piece he sang on the last night was the Song of the Winged Ones, and I fell in love. I was just warm and sleepy enough to listen with my eyes closed, and when the pause came I heard music still, wilder and deeper than the bard's but far softer. I never forgot the sound. It spoke to something deep within me and I resolved to hear it again if ever I could. When I mentioned it to the singer later he paled slightly, told me that people often imagined that they heard things in the pause, and swore to himself (when he thought I had gone) never to sing the wretched thing again.

I spent the next seventeen years waiting to hear that sound, and dreamed of meeting a True Dragon, a Dragon out of the ballads, huge, wild and fierce, yet possessed of the powers of speech and reason. And he would not kill me for daring to speak to him. He would respond in courtesy, we would learn of each other and exchange tales of our lives, and together the two of us would change all of Kolmar. Humans would have someone new to talk to, a new way of seeing life and truth, and it would happen because I had dared to do what few had even dreamed about.

And they would grant me the name I had chosen in the old speech, those who came after and knew what I had done. They would call me Kaelar, Lanen Kaelar, the Far-Traveller, the Long Wanderer.

And there the sweet dream would end, and I would cry myself to sleep. My world changed in my twenty-fourth year. Hadron, rest his soul, finally had enough of raising horses and a daughter with no prospects. He died at midsummer, and Jamie and I laid him in the ground high on the hill overlooking the north fields.

After Hadron's death his lands and goods came to me, which shocked me to the bone. I had always thought Jamie or Walther would be his heir, but in death Hadron was more gracious than ever he had been in life. I was amazed by the extent of his lands, many of which I had never seen, and by the wealth he had gained. I knew well enough how to run the place—I had been Jamie's right hand for years—but the sheer size of it all took me by surprise. I still thought of Jamie as my master, and he still taught and helped me in those first months, but to my chagrin I found that I was blessed as well with a valuable steward in my cousin Walther.

Walther had for many years now made his peace with me, though I could never forgive him for siding with Hadron in keeping me caged. It did not help that even as a child I found him dull and a little slow. All his thoughts were of the farm; his one fond wish had ever been to become as good a breeder and trainer of horses as his uncle. He had not known what his place would be when Hadron died, but since working for me did not seem to concern him I never mentioned it.

Hadron's death came just as he was starting to prepare for the Great Fair, and with him gone there was more to do than hands to do it. There were a good dozen of the horses old enough, broken in and ready to be sold this year. Hadron and Jamie had always gone to Illara, but Hadron's part now fell to me as the heir. If I had been a little less tired I would have been delighted at the prospect of finally seeing the King's Seat of Ilsa. As it was, grief and weariness outweighed all else. I did not pretend to mourn Hadron greatly, but I felt his loss, and grieved quietly to myself that I had cared so little for my own father. In great part, though, I must admit that I felt a weary weight lifted from my shoulders.

I could see no further than that until the night before we left, when my eyes began to open.

The horses had just been brought into the barn for the night. We would have to rise early to begin the journey—the fair was in a fortnight's time and we would travel most of that, Jamie and I and the three farmhands who were coming to help with the horses. Still, the night before leaving had always been exciting even when I was not going on the journey; a time of ending and beginning, full of promise and change. Jamie had already gone to his bed and the other hands to their lodging. Walther and I had just finished the last chores, and I was trudging across the paving stones of the courtyard when he laid a hand on my arm and stopped me in the torchlight, saying he had something to ask me.

"What is it?" I asked, wondering why we had to stop walking. I was filthy and exhausted and wanted a bath and my bed in the worst way.

"Lanen, I—it's been six weeks since Hadron died. There's been no man around here but me to look after you, and ..."

He had to wait while I laughed. "You've a curious sense of things, Walther. None but Jamie has 'looked after me' for twenty years. Why should someone start because Hadron died? Besides, I've yet to meet a man who wanted the honour, and none I wished to give it to." I moved on towards the house.

"What about me?" said Walther loudly.

That stopped me.

"What about you?" I asked as kindly as I could, turning back to face him. All women have a sense that warns them of such things. I was shocked—he was all but betrothed to Alisonde from the village—but I could smell it coming and was desperately trying to think of how to get out of it without being too mean. I didn't like him, but some things demand mercy.

"Marry me, Lanen," he said quietly, moving close to me. He smelt of the stables even stronger than I did. "I'll not pretend there's more between us than there is, and I—I'll not demand a husband's rights, but you need a man to look after—to run the place for you. You know everything I do, but you haven't the touch."


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

MAP,
PROLOGUE As Legend Has It,
BOOK ONE INHERITANCE,
I Dreams in the Dark,
II Lessons,
III Jamie's Tale,
IV The Great Fair at Illara,
V Rivers,
VI Corlí and Away,
BOOK TWO THE DRAGON ISLE,
VII The Dragon Isle,
VIII Voices by Moonlight,
IX Lessons,
X Twilight,
XI The Wind of Change,
XII The Wind of Shaping,
XIII Councils,
XIV Rakshasa,
XV Wind of the Unknown,
XVI In the Deep Night,
XVII The Lost,
XVIII The Winds and the Lady,
XIX The Word of the Winds,
XX Lanen the Wanderer,
GLOSSARY,
PRONUNCIATION GUIDE,
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS,

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Song in the Silence 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 57 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Im surprised this series doesnt get more attention!
Sharon Kunihisa More than 1 year ago
Awsome book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
All I can say is I'm waiting patiently for the next book. Usually, I hate books that make you wait for the next book. But this one is an exception. Elizabeth Kerner did a fabulous job
Anonymous 14 hours ago
I read this book a long time ago and I just loved the series. Wish the story had gone on a bit longer.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This+is+a+great+story+about+the+inner+actions+between+dragons+and+humans
EowynA on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This fantasy is about a girl who falls in love with a dragon. The world is reasonably well realized, the plot engaging, though plot points are signalled ahead of time. It sets up for a follow-up book that I might even read. I think this is a first book, and as a first book, it is quite decent. It is told in first person, which can be difficult when following several threads of plot. The author gets around it by explicitly switching viewpoint characters, and does that very well. Our heroine has a mysterious past, so mysterious even she doesn't know it until a few chapters in. She has felt driven her whole life to see real dragons, but they live on a semi-mythical island far from civilization, so that is unlikely. She follows her dream, and it leads her to that island and to dragons. The scenes with the dragons felt a little too pat, too easy, almost fan-fic-like. And meanwhile, her mysterious past is catching up to her, trying to force her into a life she would not like. But the plot moves swiftly, and the resolution, while foreshadowed, was still a surprise. Recommended.
sbigger on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Song in the Silence is the story of Lana Kaelar and her journey to find the true Dragons and herself. The main characters, Lanen and Akor, and their struggles draw the reader into the story. Before we even meet Akor, Kerner makes sure we understand Lanen's history. The characters are all well developed and that helps create a kinship between the reader and character. I felt sympanthy for Lanen and Akor and their forbidden love. I really wanted to see how Kerner would resolve that problem. The solution fits into the fantasy genre perfectly! The plot is very linear as it follows Lanen on a journey. What I found intresting and at the same time frustrating was the way the story is told. Instead of it being from one characters point of view or third person, it is from first person and jumps around from character to character. This can cause confusion. It is nice to know what the bad guys are thinking! Because this is book 1, we don't see the end of the ultimate Good Vs. Evil theme, but throughout the book, mini eposide of the same theme occur with good normally triumphing over evil. There is also a theme of love triumphs over all. The language can get a little confusing because humans use a modern style vernacular while Dragons and Demons are more formal. However, the book draws you in and you find yourself wanting to read the second and the third. I would recommend this book for 8/9th and above.
sagrundman on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Song in the Silence is the story of Lana Kaelar and her journey to find the true Dragons and herself. The main characters, Lanen and Akor, and their struggles draw the reader into the story. Before we even meet Akor, Kerner makes sure we understand Lanen's history. The characters are all well developed and that helps create a kinship between the reader and character. I felt sympanthy for Lanen and Akor and their forbidden love. I really wanted to see how Kerner would resolve that problem. The solution fits into the fantasy genre perfectly! The plot is very linear as it follows Lanen on a journey. What I found intresting and at the same time frustrating was the way the story is told. Instead of it being from one characters point of view or third person, it is from first person and jumps around from character to character. This can cause confusion. It is nice to know what the bad guys are thinking! Because this is book 1, we don't see the end of the ultimate Good Vs. Evil theme, but throughout the book, mini eposide of the same theme occur with good normally triumphing over evil. There is also a theme of love triumphs over all. The language can get a little confusing because humans use a modern style vernacular while Dragons and Demons are more formal. However, the book draws you in and you find yourself wanting to read the second and the third. I would recommend this book for 8/9th and above.
wyvernfriend on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I know it's teen fiction, but it's damned good teen fiction. In a world where dragons are small almost mindless pests a girl freams of something more, her quest takes her into peril and on to love.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is wonderful. Once I started reading, couldn't put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved from the first time I read it and every time since! Great tale of betrayal, love and adventure! 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is well written, but I simply hated the idiot protagonist too much to rate it high.
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Austin38 More than 1 year ago
This book was very well written,having been told not only from the main characters perspective,but also from other characters.I have read this book,and series,multiple times.It is a unique and magical tale that i recommend to all.
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