Isaiah ignored them.
He strode through the door, through the spacious room that served as the day chamber of
the apartment, then into the bedchamber. He stopped just inside the door, more than mildly
displeased to see that Ba”al”uz hovered just behind the physician, who bent over the man lying
on the bed.
Both Ba”al”uz and the physician bowed when they saw Isaiah, and the physician stepped
back from the bed.
“His condition?” Isaiah said.
“Much better, Excellency,” said the physician. “The nausea has subsided, and his muscles
grow stronger. I expect that within a day or two he can begin to spend some time out of bed.”
“Good,” said Isaiah. “You may leave.”
As the physician collected his bag, Isaiah switched his gaze to Ba”al”uz. “You also.”
“I was here merely to sate my curiosity as to the health of your guest,” said Ba”al”uz. “I
apologize if this has displeased you.”
You were here to spy for your true lord and master, thought Isaiah. He did not speak, but
merely regarded Ba”al”uz with his steady black gaze.
Ba”al”uz repressed a sigh, bowed slightly, then followed the physician from the room.
Once Isaiah had heard the outer door close behind them, he relaxed slightly and walked
to the side of the bed.
The man who lay there was of an age with Isaiah, in his late thirties, but of completely
different aspect. He was lean and strong, not so heavily muscled, and his shoulder-length hair,
pulled into a club at the back of his neck, was the color of faded wheat. His close-shaven beard
was of a similar color, while his eyes were pale blue, and as penetrating as those of a bird of
prey.
His entire aspect had an alien cast, but that was not surprising, thought Isaiah as he sat
down in a chair close by the man”s bed, given his Icarii heritage.
“You do not like Ba”al”uz,” said the man. His voice was a little hoarse, but not weak.
“I neither like nor trust him,” said Isaiah. “He is that most dangerous of madmen, one
whose insanity is so difficult to detect that most who meet him think him merely unpleasant.”
“Yet I sense that he is a force at your court,” said the man.
“You know who I am,” said Isaiah.
“I have been asking questions.”
Isaiah gave a small smile. “I would have expected nothing else from you. But as to your
observation…Yes, Ba”al”uz is a force at my court. He is useful to me.”
“I suspect he is too dangerous for you to move against.”
Isaiah burst into laughter. “We shall be friends, you and I.” He hesitated slightly. “Axis
SunSoar.”
Axis grunted. “I thought no one knew my name. I was reveling in the idea of such
anonymity that I might invent my own past and name to suit.”
“I wanted to be sure that you would live before I told anyone your name and history.”
“Were you the one who pulled me from the afterlife?”
“Yes.”
“Then you are far more than just a „tyrant,” Isaiah.”
Isaiah gave a small shrug. That is of no matter at the moment. “Tell me how you feel.
There have been times since I pulled you from the water when my physicians feared they might
lose you to death.”
Axis rested back against the pillows, not entirely sure how to respond. He”d been walking
with his wife, Azhure, along a cliff-top coastline in the strange Otherworld of the afterlife when
he”d felt a terrifying force grab at his entire being. He”d gasped, grabbed at Azhure, and then
pain such as he”d never felt before enveloped him, and the world of the afterlife had faded. All
he could remember was Azhure, reaching for him, and then the utter shock of finding himself
caught by tangled reeds at the bottom of a lake, unable to breathe, unable even to fight the grip of
the reeds because every muscle in his body was so weak they would not, could not, respond to
his needs.
“Weak,” Axis said finally, “but improving. Eager to get out of this bed.”
“Good,” said Isaiah. “I am glad of it.”
“Why am I here, Isaiah? Why drag me back from death?” Axis gave a soft, bitter laugh.
“I do not think I made a great success at my last life, so I cannot think why you need me here
now.”
“Not a great success? You fought off an army of Skraelings, and resurrected an ancient
land.” Isaiah hesitated. “Skills that might possibly be useful again.”
Axis shot Isaiah a sharp look, but did not speak. Skraelings?
“You became a wielder of great magic,” Isaiah continued, “and discovered yourself a
god. You—”
“Completely underestimated the problems in trying to unite ancient enemies together in
the one land, made a complete mess of raising my own children, and then watched everything I
had fought so hard for disintegrate into chaos and, eventually, death.” Axis paused. “How long
has it been since…”
“Since Tencendor vanished from the face of the earth? About five years.”
“You know that I have no powers now. All the Icarii lost their powers of enchantment
when the Star Gate was destroyed and we lost contact with the Star Dance. Isaiah, I am not a god
anymore, I am not an Icarii Enchanter anymore, I am hardly even a man—I can barely feed
myself my noonday soup. Why am I back? Why do this to me? I was at peace in death, curse
you!”
“I apologize, Axis. I needed you.”
“For what? For what?”
“For the moment, just to be my friend.”
Axis fought back a black anger that threatened to overwhelm him. “You could not buy
yourself a friend in the marketplace?”
“You have no idea how much I need a friend,” Isaiah said very softly. “Someone I can
trust. Perhaps you have mishandled much of your life, Axis SunSoar, but from what I know of you, you did know how to be a friend very, very well.”
Axis closed his eyes. He did not know what to say. He did not want to be here, not back
in this life, not back in a world where there was no Star Dance, nor any family.
“Am I a prisoner?” he said eventually.
“No,” Isaiah said, “although you will notice guards about you. I seek only to protect
you.”
“Of course you do,” Axis said.
“Get strong, Axis SunSoar,” Isaiah said softly. “Get strong, and then we shall see.”
Ba”al”uz may have been more than slightly insane, but he was no fool, he paid attention
to world affairs, and he had a very good idea who the man was that Isaiah had hauled from Lake
Juit.
So what did Isaiah want with a failed god?
From Axis” apartment Ba”al”uz wandered slowly through the palace complex of Aqhat
until he entered a courtyard in its western boundary. From here he walked through a gate and
down to the River Lhyl, the lifeblood of Isembaard.
Ba”al”uz stood at the edge of the river for an hour or more, uncaring of the hot sun. He
did not use this time to admire the river, as beautiful and tranquil as it was, but instead stared as if transfixed across to the far bank where, at a distance of perhaps half an hour”s ride, rose an
extraordinary pyramid clad in shimmering blue-green glass and topped with a capstone of golden
glass that sent shafts of light reflecting back at the sun.
DarkGlass Mountain.
Ancient. Unknowable.
Alive.
Twenty years ago it had suddenly whispered to Ba”al”uz. Sweet whispers, very gentle at
first, offering Ba”al”uz power and friendship, the two things Ba”al”uz craved most.
Its name, it told him, was Kanubai.
Ba”al”uz knew a little of the history of DarkGlass Mountain. He knew it had been built
some two thousand years earlier by a caste of priests who had hoped to use the pyramid to touch
Infinity. He knew there had been a small catastrophe associated with the priests” attempts to open
the pyramid to Infinity, a catastrophe which resulted in the pyramid being dismantled and the
caste of priests disbanded and scattered to the wind.
Dismantled.
Ba”al”uz looked at the pyramid, and smiled. What was once dismantled could always,
with some effort, be resurrected.
But Ba”al”uz had never heard the name Kanubai associated with the pyramid. So Ba”al”uz
had spent many of his free hours, over a period of almost a year, hunting down rare scrolls and
manuscripts in the tyrant”s personal library (generally at night, when the tyrant was preoccupied
with one of his wives, and not likely to come to the library looking for something to send him to
sleep).
One day Ba”al”uz discovered a scroll which told of the legend of Chaos—Kanubai.
That had not been a good day, for as he”d read the legend through, Ba”al”uz realized that
the great being known as Kanubai was preparing for escape. The damned incompetent ancient
priests must have unknowingly built their pyramid atop the very abyss where Kanubai was