Sara Douglass – The Axis Trilogy 2 – Enchanter

As Axis cradled SpikeFeather close, he sang the Song of Recreation for him. It was a strange Song, with little melody, filled with breathy catches and lilts, but extraordinarily compelling and beautiful. As lie sang, Axis ran his hands gently over SpikeFeather’s body, smoothing the blood away.

Belial and Magariz glanced at each other. They had seen Faraday heal Axis, but it had been nothing like this. She had worked hard, her hands buried deep in his body, compelling and persuading broken flesh and blood vessels to repair themselves. But Axis was far more relaxed, and his hands far more gentle. They ran over grossly torn flesh, leaving it whole and healthy. For a moment both hands hovered over SpikeFeather’s open belly, the Song intensifying slightly, and when they moved on the birdman’s entire abdomen looked as if it had seen nothing more violent than the touch of the sun. His left arm, hanging by fragile tendons one minute, was clean and whole the next.

Axis moved his hands to the birdman’s face, and cradled it between his palms, the Song dwindling to a close.

SpikeFeather slowly opened his eyes into Axis’.

“Welcome home,” Axis said simply, and by his side EvenSong burst into great sobs. Azhure knelt down by her side and put her arms about her.

“Hush,” she whispered, and wondered if EvenSong were crying for SpikeFeather, for herself, or for FreeFall.

Axis raised his eyes from SpikeFeather. “EvenSong.”

EvenSong gulped her tears down and looked at her brother.

“EvenSong. Where is the rest of your Wing?” Axis had sent them to scout over Hsingard and Jervois Landing three days ago.

“Dead.”

There was a shocked murmur among the group huddled about.

“What attacked you, EvenSong?” Axis’ eyes bored into his sisters.

“Gryphon,” she whispered, and far below the bridge wailed again.

“Woe! Woe!”

“We were attacked by Gryphon.”

EvenSong’s MemoryRecreated, SpikeFeather remembered nothing of the attack. He could vaguely recall leading his Wing west for a reconnaissance flight over southern Ichtar, but retained no memory either of the patrol itself or of his Wing’s destruction to the east of Hsingard. Now, as he stood in Rivkah’s apartment, he struggled to recall any memory, any emotion he might have that could help EvenSong.

Rivkah sat on the other side of the bed from Axis and held her daughter’s hand. Through all the traumas of her own life, she had somehow managed to convince herself that EvenSong would live the peaceful, contented existence that Rivkah had been denied. But not only had EvenSong lost her lover, but here she lay torn and battered on Rivkah’s bed, her wings folded flat and lengthways underneath her body, her great violet eyes closed, her breasts barely rising with her breath. EvenSong would live, would recover physically from the wounds given her, but her soul seemed fatally stricken.

Gryphon. Rivkah shuddered and looked about the room. Azhure stood close by Axis’ side, her hand on his shoulder, her eyes on EvenSong. Axis had been unable to heal his sister; his powers gave him the ability to recreate the dying, but he could not use the power of the Star Dance to heal ordinary wounds. To one side, packing her herbs and potions, was an Icarii Healer famed for her wisdom and patience and steeped in common sense and practised in natural healing. She had done her best for EvenSong, now it was up to the birdwoman to find the courage to take a stronger hold on life. Further away, close by the door, stood Magariz. His eyes caught with Rivkah’s for a moment, and Rivkah understood that his concern was for her own pain for her daughter.

Rivkah felt a hand on her own shoulder, and knew it was StarDrifter. Behind StarDrifter was MorningStar, and behind her the three Sentinels, Belial and FarSight CutSpur. At the foot of the bed lay a hound, although which one Rivkah knew not, and outside she could vaguely hear the scream of the eagle as it cartwheeled through the sky.

“EvenSong.” Axis spoke softly, but was desperate to know of the attack that had destroyed SpikeFeather’s Wing. It was one of the more experienced within the Strike Force, and each of the twelve members had won Axis’ respect. He would have trusted his back to any of them. But something had attacked them. Something that had torn ten lifeless from the sky, left SpikeFeather for dead and EvenSong barely able to support SpikeFeather home.

What had EvenSong said? Gryphon. What was a Gryphon? And why had it caused so much distress on the faces of those Icarii present? Axis reached for his sister’s hand, wincing at how cold it was, and gently squeezed.

“EvenSong,” he repeated. “Please, I – we – need to talk to you about what happened.”

EvenSong sighed and opened her eyes, looking over those grouped about her bed. “You returned safely, SpikeFeather. I was so afraid that you would remain lost.”

“I still have a life to live,” SpikeFeather said lamely, but EvenSong seemed satisfied. She turned her pale face, scarred almost identically to Magariz’s now, back to her brother.

“Thank you, Axis, for what you did. I fought for many hours to bring SpikeFeather home. To have lost him in the final few minutes would have been hard to bear.”

Axis let her hand go and stroked her forehead. “I did not save him, EvenSong. You were the one who brought him home.”

EvenSong’s eyes filled with tears. No-one would ever know what she had gone through to bring SpikeFeather home. To fly beside him, pleading with him not to die, pleading with him to keep his wings beating, pleading with him not to give up, not to succumb to the pain and the shock and the horror before he could reach Sigholt. And all the while watching the life seep from his ghastly wounds.

“Share it, EvenSong,” Axis said. “Tell us what happened. Share the memory.”

“We had been out three days,” EvenSong said finally, closing her eyes again, drawing her strength from the touch of her brother’s fingers and the pressure of her mother’s hand, “and were returning home. We had scouted the reaches of Lchtar above Jervois Landing — the Skraelings are massing, Axis, bearing down on Jervois Landing. Tens, hundreds of thousands of them. So far the defences are holding, but…”

“Later,” Axis said. “For now, teD me what attacked you.”

EvenSong sighed again. “We were flying home, skirting the passage between Hsingard and the western Urqhart Hills. Normally there are few Skraelings there, and certainly no-one with arrows to take aim. It was dawn…yesterday?” EvenSong was a little disorientated, how long had she been lying here?

Axis grasped her hand again. “Yes, EvenSong, you arrived yesterday morning.”

Her hand turned in Rivkah s. “Dawn. The best time of the day. And the most dangerous.” How many times had Axis told them dawn and sunset were the worst times of the day for flyers – and how did he know that? “We were almost blinded by the sun rising far to the east. We were attacked from the north-east. I think they must have seen us approaching from far away and circled high above us so they attacked from out of the dawning sun. They were a pack of Gryphon, although I did not realise it at first. It was later, I think, much later during the dreadful flight home, when I had a chance to go over what happened, that I realised what they were.”

Azhure, looking about the room, wondered why the Icarii and Sentinels looked so grey. What were these Gryphon? And why did the bridge cry “Woe!” when EvenSong had first uttered the name?

“They dropped out of the sun,” EvenSong finally continued. Her eyes were unfocused now, staring at the ceiling, her hands lying limp in Axis’ and Rivkah s. “They dropped out of the sun and onto our backs. I was one of the first attacked, but I twisted and the creature fell away. Others were not so lucky. There were about eight of them, perhaps nine. The other Gryphon clung to…to …” Her voice almost broke, but she took a deep breath and continued. “Clung to my comrades’ backs, wrapping their legs about and underneath their wings, using their claws to…to rip and tear. Once a Gryphon had its grip, nothing could dislodge it. Those not attacked in the first flurry died when the Gryphon attacked again. They now outnumbered us.”

“SpikeFeather and yourself — how did you manage to escape?” asked Axis.

“We were lucky. A single Gryphon landed on Spike-Feather’s back, but before it had managed to kill him outright I managed to pull it off. I landed on its back and gouged at its eyes with my fingers.”

Axis blinked. It must have been an appalling sight. The three winged bodies entwined and twisting through the air, wings beating frantically, each fighting for life.

“It was all I could think to do at the time, Axis.” Even-Song’s eyes were bright with unshed and guilty tears. “I didn’t think to use an arrow. If I had reached for an arrow I might have been able to kill it, stop it from harming SpikeFeather so badly. I …”