Sara Douglass – The Axis Trilogy 2 – Enchanter

Shush! The moment of transformation is dose now, Axis. Be still. Do not fear for him.

Axis shielded his eyes from Raum’s unblinking stare and screened his thoughts from Faraday, guilt consuming him. Guilt, but determination also. He would not suffer like this once Faraday knew about and had accepted Azhure.

Faraday gasped as Raum sickeningly, appallingly, exploded.

Axis could not stop himself from crying out in horror as a fine spray of blood and tissue arced through the Grove.

By his side Faraday flinched, although she managed not to cry out. Instead, a look of utter amazement spread across her face. “Mother!” she cried in shock. She had known Raum would transform, but not like this. Not into this!

Axis raised his eyes and stared at the spot where Raum had, but a moment before, lain convulsing in pain. All traces of blood had gone. Instead, a magnificent white stag lay there, its head drooped so that its nose rested on the ground.

Axis’ head jerked, his eye caught by a movement at the edges of the grove. One of the half-man half-stag creatures he remembered from his dream – a Horned One with a magnificent silver pelt – had stepped forth and was walking over to where what-had-been-Raum lay curled in the soft grass. He bent down, extending a hand to touch the stag’s forehead, and for an instant the stag bowed its handsomely antlered head under the Horned One’s touch.

As the Horned One stepped back a great cry erupted from the watchers among the trees. The Horned One threw his

head back and screamed, the cry turning into myriad exultations.

“Raum,” Faraday muttered brokenly by Axis’ side. Raum had not transformed into a Horned One at all, but into the Sacred Stag of the Enchanted Woods. “Oh Raum,” she breathed. “I always knew you were special, and I have been blessed beyond measure to witness this.”

She did not yet fully realise that it had been her own use of the power of the Mother and the Sacred Grove that had effected this transformation.

“I don’t understand,” Axis said.

Faraday paused before she answered, recalling some of Ur’s teachings. “Occasionally,” she said, “once every hundred generations, there is a Bane of such purity and goodness who, when he transforms, does not transform into a Horned One but into a Sacred Stag – the most magical and fey of the creatures of the Sacred Grove.”

“The Avar revere the stag,” Axis said softly, recalling his own teaching in Talon Spike. “The stag plays a central, pivotal role in the Yuletide celebrations. It is his sacrifice, his blood, that gives the sun the ^strength to be reborn. All Banes identify with the stag.”

Faraday nodded. “Yes. The leaping deer, or stag, is the emblem of all Banes.” She paused, and when she resumed her voice was choked with emotion. “I am so glad that Raum’s purity of heart and soul have been rewarded in this manner. Now the Sacred Stag will run through the Enchanted Wood again. Mother, you have blessed all of your children.”

Slowly the Raum-Stag rose to his feet, rocking a little as he got used to balancing on four legs instead of two. Gradually other Horned Ones drifted from the tree line, reverentially moving to greet the Sacred Stag.

For a long time Axis and Faraday stood silently, observing the acceptance of the Sacred Stag into the holy community of the Sacred Grove.

Eventually Faraday’s hand tightened once more about Axis’ arm. “Come,” she whispered, and Axis reluctantly let her lead him into the centre of the Grove where the Horned Ones milled about the Stag.

As they drew close the Horned Ones regarded Axis with ill-concealed hostility.

So, they still dislike me, Axis thought. I will ever have trouble with the trees.

Do not fear, beloved, Faraday reassured him. They will learn to accept you.

“Who are you?” the whisper rose around Axis. “How did your feet find the paths? Why do you stand so close to Tree Friend?”

His feet followed mine along the paths. The Stag’s mind-voice echoed through the Grove as he stepped forward and tipped his anders in greeting.

“I am Axis Rivkahson SunSoar,” Axis said eventually. “Once BattleAxe -”

The Grove was filled with hisses.

– but now released from the lies that bound me. I am Axis SunSoar, StarMan. I reforge Tencendor to stand against Gorgrael.”

“What do you do here?” a voice asked from deep among the group of Horned Ones.

“He is here because / invited him,” Faraday said firmly. “And you should greet him well. He is the StarMan, and I brought him here this night to meet you. One day you will work on his behalf against Gorgrael. Both his efforts and mine will see the forests replanted into Tencendor.”

The silver pelt nodded and spoke. “We have been watching you, Axis SunSoar. We have watched and observed.” He stared into Axis’ eyes, and, though Axis stared defiantly back, he wondered how much the Horned Ones had observed.

The silver pelt bared his teeth, and Axis hoped that it was the Horned One’s equivalent of a grin. “You have already won for Tree Friend the right to replant most of the ancient forests.”

By Axis’ side Faraday gasped in surprised pleasure. She did not know, as the Horned Ones obviously did, of Axis’ treaty with the Barons Ysgryff and Greville.

“For that we thank you,” the silver pelt finished, swinging his eyes to Faraday. “But much pain lies ahead.” There was too much knowledge in those eyes for Axis’ liking.

“Forgive us if we do not yet welcome you into the Grove with open hearts,” the silver Horned One said, “but perhaps one day your wife can bring you back. She will always be welcome.”

He turned and placed his hand lightly on the Stag’s shoulder. “Welcome to our community, Holy One,” he said. “Come. We have the secret forest paths that your hooves crave.”

Axis, blinked, startled. The Horned Ones had completely vanished, and with them had gone the Stag – Raum.

Faraday smiled into Axis’ eyes and, consumed with guilt, he bent to kiss her.

“No,” she said, drawing back. “Not while I am still married and vowed to Borneheld. Will you come to free me soon?”

“Yes,” Axis whispered.

She took a step back from him. “Free me soon, Axis. I have waited so long for you. Too long.” Her smile died. “I have hungered so long, and yet you look so different. Not the same man who left me in Gorkenfort. What have you done since then, Axis SunSoar? Who have you become? Do you still love me?”

Axis opened his mouth, desperately searching for words. Instead of speaking, he simply stretched out his hands towards her. Mist began to drift about the Grove.

“Do you still want me?” Faraday whispered. Why did her voice sound so frightened?

“Yes,” Axis replied. Yes, he did still desire her – she was a beautiful woman, and her power called to him. Well, perhaps desire would be enough for her.

“Then hurry,” Faraday said. “Hurry!”

The mist thickened and congealed about them, and in the space of only two heartbeats both Faraday and the Grove were completely obscured.

He closed his eyes and strained desperately forward.

“Faraday!” he called, and opened his eyes straight into Azhure’s stare, leaning over him as he twisted about in the blankets.

“You have been dreaming,” Azhure said flatly, “but now it is morning.”

She turned away and began hurriedly to dress, keeping her back to him as she pulled her tunic over her head. The scars down her back ridged and bunched as Azhure twisted into the tunic, and Axis watched her silently, the emotions of his dream lingering still. What was he going to do?

Azhure stood and picked up her son. “Breakfast cooks on the fire outside,” she said, avoiding Axis’ eyes. “If you continue to lie there it will spoil.”

Then she pushed aside the tent flap and was gone.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, too late.

Then it is War, Brother?

He kept Belaguez to a walk as he rode through the ranks of his army. On their right flank Grail Lake glittered in the distance, the pink walls and the silver and gold rooftops of Carlon rising like a fairytale backdrop behind it. On its shores waited the Tower of the Seneschal — Spiredore.

It was the third week of Weed-month. Over the past month Axis had painstakingly marched his army slowly from the Silent Woman Woods across the Plains of Tare. Borneheld had sent nothing to stop them.

Ahead of him Magariz and Belial sat their horses patiently, their mail coats gleaming as brightly as Grail Lake itself, and for a moment Axis’ eye lingered on Magariz.-The vision of his mother sleeping in Magariz’s arms still returned to bother Axis at odd moments. He had observed Rivkah and Magariz carefully over the past weeks. If they did spend the occasional night together then there was little hint of it in their daytime relations.