garden.
Everything was fading. The forests of the Sacred Groves, even the Horned Ones themselves. The
Mother had not realised how closely tied to Tencendor the Groves were — as was the health of all who
resided in them. Tencendor had been wasted, and if DragonStar could not right the wrong of
Qeteb and his companion Demons, and finish what the Enemy had begun so many aeons before, then
eventually the Groves would die.
As would Herself, and all the Horned Ones, and even perhaps Ur.
The Mother shot another glance at the ancient nursery-keeper. And perhaps not. Ur appeared to be
keeping lively enough on her diet of unremitting need for revenge.
“But We are safe enough for the while,” the Mother whispered. “Safe enough for the while.”
Chapter 3
A Son Lost, A Friend Gained
Sanctuary should have been crowded. Over the past weeks hundreds of thousands of people, as well
millions of sundry insects, animals and birds, had swarmed across the silver tracery bridge, along the
roadway meandering through the fields of wildflowers and grasses and into the valley mouth. Yet despite
the influx of such numbers, Sanctuary continued to remain a place of delightful spaces and
untrodden paths, of thermals that seemingly rose into infinite heights, and Mazes of corridors in its
palaces that appeared perpetually unexplored.
Sanctuary had absorbed the populations of Tencendor without a murmur, and without a
single bulge. It had absorbed and embraced them, offering them peace and comfort and endless
pleasantness.
And yet for many, Sanctuary felt more like a prison. The endless peace and comfort and
pleasantness had begun to slide into endless irritation and odious boredom which found
temporary release in occasional physical conflict (an ill-tempered slap to a face, a harder than needed
smack to a child’s legs) and more frequent spiteful words.
For others, it was more personal aggravations that made them feel like prisoners in a vast,
amiable gaol.
StarDrifter, wandering the corridors and wondering what more he could do to ease Zenith into the
love she tried to deny.
Zenith herself, wondering when it was that she would be able to think of StarDrifter’s embrace with
longing instead of revulsion.
DareWing, dying, yet still driven by such a need for revenge that he hauled himself from tree to tree
and from glade to glade, seeking that which might ease his frustration.
Azhure, weeping for the children she had lost.
Isfrael, seething with resentment at the loss of his inheritance.
Faraday, her eyes dry but her heart burning, wondering if she would have the courage to accept a
love she feared might once more end in her destruction.
Katie, clinging to Faraday’s skirts, grinning silently and secretly, and wondering if Faraday would
ever be able to accept the sacrifice.
Again.
Sanctuary was a brooding, sad place for something so apparently beauteous and peaceful.
Sanctuary was proving unbearable for yet one more man.
Axis had spent his life controlling the world that battered at his doorstep. As BattleAxe he had
theoretically been subordinate to the Brother-Leader of the Seneschal, but in reality had largely
controlled his own destiny as he had the destinies of his command. As a newly-discovered
Enchanter he had found he had much to learn, but had gloried in that learning and the added power it
gave him (as in the woman it brought him). As StarMan, Axis had held the fate of an entire land and all its
peoples in his hand, and he had held it well, plunging the Rainbow Sceptre into Gorgrael’s chest and
reclaiming the land for the Icarii and Avar.
Yet in the past year Axis had learned that he’d only been a pawn in some Grand Plan of this
ancient race known as the Enemy, and an even tinier pawn of the Star Dance itself which had
manipulated not only the Enemy, but every creature on Tencendor.
And for what? To breed the battleground and the champion to best the most ancient of enemies;
festering evil in the shape of the TimeKeeper Demons.
“We have all been for nothing,” Axis whispered to himself, “save to provide the Star Dance with the
implements for whatever final act it has planned.”
And what part would he play in that plan?
“And damn you to every pit of every damned AfterLife,” Axis murmured, “for making of me a mere
pawn where once I had been a god!”
Then he laughed, for it was impossible not to so laugh at his own frustrated sense of importance.
Axis consciously relaxed his shoulders, and looked about him.
It was a fine, warm day in Sanctuary — as were all days — and he was walking down the road
from Sanctuary towards the bridge (at last! to have escaped the confinement of unlimited safety!). To
either side of him waved pastel flowers, wafting gentle scent in the soft breeze. The plain between the
mountains that cradled Sanctuary and the bridge that led from the sunken Keep apparently stretched into
infinity on either side of the road, and Axis wondered what would happen if he set off to his left
or right. Would the magic of Sanctuary eventually return him to the spot from which he had commenced,
even though he walked in a deliberately straight line? Would he be allowed to escape the glorious
inaction of Sanctuary?
“I wonder if I might ever manage to —” Axis began in a musing tone, then halted, stunned.
A moment previously he had been a hundred paces from the bridge, he could have sworn it! Yet
now here he was, one booted foot resting on the silvery surface of the bridge’s roadway.
“Welcome, Axis SunSoar, StarMan,” the bridge said. “May I assist you?”
Axis grinned. The bridge sounded as enthusiastic as an exhausted whore on her way home after a
laborious night’s work entertaining her clientele. His grin broadened at the thought. The bridge had borne
a heavy load of bodies recently, after all.
And every one of them to be questioned as to the trueness of their intentions.
“Well,” he said, and leaned his crossed arms on the handrail so he could peer into the clouded
depths of the chasm below the bridge. “I admit I grow lonesome for some witty conversation, bridge,
and I remembered the pleasant nights I spent whiling away the sleepless hours with your sister.”
And was she still alive, Axis suddenly wondered, in the maelstrom that had consumed Tencendor?
“She has ever had a more companionable time than I,” grumbled the bridge. “Here I sat,
spanning the depths between your world and Sanctuary, desperate for company yet hoping I would
never find it.”
Axis nodded in understanding. Company would have meant — did mean — that
complete disaster threatened the world above.
“And, yes,” the bridge added softly, “my sister still lives. The disaster is not yet complete, Axis
SunSoar.”
Axis shifted uncomfortably. This bridge was far more adept at reading unspoken thoughts than her
sister. “And when the disaster is complete? What then?”
“What then? Victory, my friend. Utter victory.”
Axis straightened, biting down his anger. “Disaster is utter victory? How can that be?”
An aura of absolute disinterest emanated from the bridge. “I am not the one who can show you that
answer, Axis.”
“Then who? Who?”
There was no answer, save for a flash of blinding light and a sudden rattle of hooves.
Axis swore softly and raised a hand to shield his eyes against the rectangle of burning light that had
appeared at the other end of the bridge. A large shape shifted within the light, blurred, then shifted again,
resolving itself into a horse and rider.
The light flared, then faded.
The bridge screamed …
… and then convulsed.
Axis fell to his feet, sliding towards the centre of the bridge as he did so. He lay for an instant, badly
winded by the impact.
He was given no time for recovery. The bridge lurched and then buckled, heaving under him, and
Axis repeatedly fell over in his scrambling attempts to get to his feet.
The bridge screamed again, and Axis was raked with the emotions of death.
The bridge was dying.
Axis grabbed at one of the handrail supports, but it melted under his fingers leaving them coated with
a sticky residue.
One of his legs fell through a large hole that abruptly appeared in the bridge … she was
dissolving!
With a desperate heave Axis lunged towards the safety of the roadway, but the bridge was literally
falling apart, still screaming, and her death throes tilted Axis further towards her centre, further
away from the safety of the ground.
Another section of bridge fell away, and Axis stared down into the chasm, and certain death.
The bridge whimpered, and vanished.
Axis fell…
… and was jerked to a halt by a hand in the collar of his tunic.
The odour of a horse hot with sweat enveloped him, and Axis felt himself bump against the shoulder