Sara Douglass – The Serpent Bride – DarkGlass Mountain Book 1

that even the bedrock has learned to fear it. It will crawl north to meet the Skraelings. They

whisper to each other…the Skraelings are under its thrall, which is why they are so unnaturally

organized. Between them they shall doom our world, Aziel.”

“Ishbel,” Aziel said, “there have been no reports of any unusual activity among the

Skraelings. In fact, from what I”ve heard, they”ve been quieter than usual these past eighteen

months. Are you sure you interpreted the Great Serpent”s message correctly?”

Ishbel replied not with words but with such a dark look that Aziel”s heart sank.

“I apologize,” he said hastily. “I was shocked. I”m sorry.” Aziel finally took a large

swallow of his wine. “You are the most powerful visionary to have ever blessed the Coil, and

what I just said was unforgivable.” Then he gave a soft, humorless laugh. “I suppose that I am

merely trying to find a means by which to disbelieve the Great Serpent”s message. Did he show

you the reason behind this disaster? Why it is happening? How? The Skraelings have never

managed more than the occasional, if murderous, nuisance raid. A death or two at most.

Millions? How can they organize themselves to that degree?”

“The evil in the south organizes them, Aziel,” Ishbel said. “I thought I”d said that

already.”

Aziel did not reply. He understood Ishbel”s irritability. By the Serpent, had he been the

one to receive this message he was sure he would have snarled far harder than Ishbel.

Ishbel rose, pacing restlessly about the chamber. “There is more, Aziel,” she said finally.

He, too, rose, more at the tone of her voice than her words. The irritation had now been

replaced with something too close to despair. “Ishbel?”

She turned to face him, her lovely face drawn and pale. “The Great Serpent showed me

the disaster which threatens, but he also showed me the means by which it can be averted.”

“Oh, thank the gods! What must we do?”

“It is what I must do. I must leave the Coil, leave Serpent”s Nest—”

Aziel stilled. Had not the Great Serpent told him twenty years ago, when he sent Aziel to

rescue Ishbel from that house of carnage, that this would eventually come to pass?

“—and marry some man. A king.” Ishbel paused, as if searching for the name, and Aziel

had the sudden and most unwanted thought that he hoped Ishbel would remember the right name.

“A king called Maximilian,” Ishbel said. “From some kingdom to the west…I cannot

quite recall…”

“Escator,” Aziel said softly. “Maximilian Persimius of Escator.”

“Yes. Yes, Maximilian Persimius of Escator. Aziel…the Great Serpent wants me to

marry this man! What can he be thinking? How can a marriage…to a man…avert this

approaching disaster? I am not meant to be a wife, and I have no idea, none, of how to be a

woman!”

Aziel stared at her lovely face, and saw the splatter of blood across one eyebrow that had

penetrated her scarf”s protection.

No, he could not imagine her a “wife,” either. But, oh, the woman…

“We cannot hope to understand the Great Serpent”s reasons,” said Aziel, “nor the

knowledge behind them.”

He stepped over to Ishbel and took her face gently between his hands. “My dear, we

always knew you would leave us. You knew you would need to leave us. It is why we marked

you as we did.” For a moment his hands slid into her hair, the tips of his fingers running lightly

across her scalp. “Now,” he continued, his hands sliding back to cradle her face, “the time is

here.”

“I do not know how to be a woman,” Ishbel repeated, refusing to meet Aziel”s eyes.

That statement, Aziel thought with infinite sadness, summarized Ishbel”s life perfectly. In

the twenty years since he had rescued her from that charnel house in Margalit, Ishbel had

devoted her entire being to serving the Great Serpent. She had no idea of her beauty, nor of her

allure. All the members of the Coil were bound by vows of chastity, but only loosely. Liaisons

and relationships did develop, and were allowed to continue so long as they remained discreet.

Aziel would have given full ten years of his life if it meant Ishbel looked at him with eyes

of love or desire.

But she had no idea of his true feelings for her, and Aziel often wondered if Ishbel could

even grasp the concept of love.

He stepped away from her. “Marriage to Maximilian of Escator, eh? It is a small thing,

surely, if it will save us from the disaster the Great Serpent showed you.”

Ishbel looked at him as if he had committed an act of the basest betrayal. “Marriage? To

some undoubtedly fat and ancient man who—”

“You do not know of Maximilian?” Aziel said. Surely everyone knew Maximilian”s

story—the news of his rescue eight years ago had rocked the Outlands, as well as all the Central

Kingdoms and as far away as Coroleas. Had Ishbel listened to none of the gossip that infiltrated

the walls of Serpent”s Nest via tradesmen and suppliers?

Ishbel gave a small shrug. “Why should I know?”

Aziel sighed. Because everyone else in the damned world knows. “Sit down,” he said,

“and I shall tell you of Maximilian Persimius.”

He waited until Ishbel had sat herself, her back rigid, her face expressionless, before he

spoke.

“I shall be brief, as I am certain you shall have ample opportunity to hear this story from

Maximilian himself.”

Ishbel”s face tightened, but Aziel ignored it.

“Eight years ago there was an uproar when the presumed long-dead heir to the Escatorian

throne, Maximilian, suddenly reappeared. He told an astounding tale: stolen at the age of

fourteen, thrown into the gloam mines—known as the Veins—to labor in darkness and pain for a

full seventeen years until he was rescued by a youthful apprentice physician and a marsh witch.

Yes, I know, stranger than myth, but sometimes it happens. It transpired that Maximilian”s

„death” had been staged by his older cousin Cavor, who wanted the throne. Once free of the

Veins, Maximilian challenged Cavor for the throne, won, and…well, there you have it.

Maximilian has since led a fairly blameless life running Escator and, as luck would have it,

looking for a wife. I have never seen him, nor met him, but I have heard good of him. He is

respected both as a man and as a king.”

“He was imprisoned in the gloam mines for seventeen years?”

“Yes.”

“Then I hope he has since managed to scrub the dirt of the grave from under his

fingernails.”

“That was ungenerous, Ishbel.”

“Don”t lecture me,” she snapped. “Maximilian may be of the noblest character, and

patently has endurance beyond most other men, but I have no wish to be his wife. I do not wish

to leave Serpent”s Nest.”

“Ishbel…the Great Serpent has said that—”

“Perhaps the Great Serpent is mistaken,” Ishbel said, and with that she rose, snatched up

her cloak, and left the chamber.

CHAPTER FOUR

Serpent’s Nest, the Outlands

Wrapping the cloak tightly about herself, Ishbel walked quickly through the corridors

until she came to the stairwell leading up to a small balcony high in Serpent”s Nest. She was

grateful she met no one, partly because she could not at the moment contemplate questions or

small talk, but mostly because she felt deeply ashamed of her behavior and manner with Aziel.

Her shock and horror at the vision the Great Serpent had showed her—and then at the

solution he had suggested—could not excuse her behavior toward Aziel. Ishbel owed the Great

Serpent, the Coil, and even Serpent”s Nest itself a great deal, but she owed Aziel so much more.

He had been the one to rescue her. His had been the hand extended to lift her from the horror that

assailed her. His had been the gentle smile, the soft encouragement, the friendship, over all of

these years, which had helped her to put that frightful time behind her.

He hadn”t deserved that face she had just shown him.

Ishbel sighed and began to climb the stairs. The eastern balcony was her favorite spot in

Serpent”s Nest, and she often came here to think, or simply to stand and allow the salt breeze

from the Infinity Sea to wash over her face and through her hair.

The climb was a long one, and, as it progressed, the stone stairs became ever rougher and

a little steeper. The increasing difficulty of the way did not bother Ishbel; rather, it comforted

her, because it meant she approached the older part of Serpent”s Nest.

The more mysterious part.

Serpent”s Nest was a mystery in itself. Ishbel had begun to explore the structure in the

first months after she had arrived as a child, completely fascinated by her new home. Serpent”s

Nest was not a town, nor even a building, but a series of interconnecting chambers and corridors

hewn out of what Ional, the old archpriestess Ishbel had replaced, told her was the largest