“Ishbel is also of the bloodline of Persimius,” said Maximilian. “Furthermore, she took many of the powers and abilities of the Lords of Elcho Falling during those few hours when I lay dead and she wore the ring of Persimius. Although I again breathe and wear the title of Lord of Elcho Falling, Ishbel retains much of the power. She is as much Elcho Falling’s lord as I.”
“And,” Ishbel said, “I carry the abilities of the Coil within me. I was its Archpriestess and the best the Coil ever produced.”
“Ishbel is the culmination of much accidental, as well as planned, contrivances,” Avaldamon said. “She carries many abilities.”
“And,” Ishbel said, giving Maximilian an ironic smile, “while Avaldamon may not say this, none of us can risk Maximilian going into the pyramid. No one can risk losing him again.”
“But you are not expendable either, my lady!” Serge said.
“No,” Maximilian said very quietly, taking Ishbel’s hand. “She is not.”
“I am slightly more expendable,” said Ishbel. “And this needs to be done.”
“There is a book .” Doyle said. “Someone mentioned a book of power.”
“The Book of the Soulenai,” said Avaldamon. “It is an ancient Elcho Falling treasure. It has been sitting inside Elcho Falling for these past months, together with its special guardian —”
Ishbel and Maximilian looked oddly at Avaldamon at that.
“— who will serve to show Ishbel the way.”
“Guardian?” Ishbel said.
“You will know more,” said Avaldamon, “when you meet him.”
Ishbel gave him an irritated look, but questioned him no more.
“When?” said Maximilian.
“Tonight,” said Avaldamon. “Until then we wait.”
They sat in silence, eating the last of their breakfast. Serge eventually rose, pacing about the room until he halted before the room’s single window and looked toward the now rapidly rising sun.
“Maximilian!” Serge said. “Look! Look at this great foulness!”
Everyone leapt to their feet and came to the window. It faced east, yet they could see a triangular shadow moving over the courtyard . . . eastward, toward the sun.
DarkGlass Mountain.
Probing.
It moved across to the far side of the courtyard, then began to fall backward, closer and closer to the window.
Everyone reflexively stepped away.
The shadow crept to the wall, then they could feel it rising up the wall toward the windowsill.
Maximilian stepped forward and slammed shut the interior shutters, bolting them securely.
“It knows we are here,” he said.
Chapter 18
Elcho Falling
Axis met with Georgdi, Egalion, Insharah, StarHeaven, StarDrifter and the Isembaardian general, Ezekiel. Garth Baxtor and Zeboath, the two senior physicians, were in attendance as well. Ezekiel had positioned himself slightly apart from the others and looked unhappy. A few months ago he had been the most senior general in the Tyrant Isaiah’s massive invading army. Now here he was, largely irrelevant, under the command of the Tencendorian StarMan, Axis SunSoar. Invited to this gathering, he believed, only as a courtesy.
Everyone looked tired, if not completely exhausted.
“Garth, Zeboath,” Axis said, not even bothering to welcome everyone or make any kind of statement, “a report?”
“Everyone who was likely to die has done so,” Garth said. “We have —” he looked at Zeboath for confirmation “— perhaps some forty wounded Strike Force members in conditions ranging from the bothersome to the severe, but none now likely to succumb from their injuries, and .” He trailed off, trying to recall the numbers from his fatigued mind.
“Another hundred and fifty or so,” said Zeboath. “Mostly Isembaardians caught by Lealfast arrows on their escape into Elcho Falling. A few Outlanders injured when the Lealfast had attacked within Elcho Falling. Again, their injuries range from the least to the severe, but again, no more are likely to die.”
Axis nodded his thanks, then looked at StarHeaven. “The condition of the Strike Force?”
“We have two hundred and three left available and fit to fight, StarMan.”
Axis repressed a wince. The Lealfast had been deadly, indeed. “But on the other hand,” he said, “we have . . . scores of thousands of Outlanders, several thousands of the Emerald Guard,” Axis glanced at Egalion as he said this, remembering with admiration what the Emerald Guardsmen had achieved the night of the Lealfast attack, “and at least two hundred thousand Isembaardians. A not inconsiderable force.”
“And yet not one of which dares leaves Elcho Falling for fear of attack by the Lealfast,” Insharah said.
This time Axis could not repress a wince. That was just too painful a truth. “And our threats?” he said.
“The Lealfast,” said StarHeaven.
“A few million Skraelings headed our way,” said Georgdi.
“And the Dark Spire, eating its cancerous way through the only thing keeping us safe,” said Axis’ father, StarDrifter.
“Have you had time to study it?” Axis asked StarDrifter.
His father nodded. “But for little enlightenment. It is dark and it is powerful and I cannot understand it, Axis. Every Enchanter within Elcho Falling has studied it . . . to no avail. It is of Infinity, not the stars, and beyond our comprehension. It was a bad day, Axis, when the Lealfast were admitted into Elcho Falling.”
“And for that I take responsibility,” Axis said, his voice soft. It had been a long and exhausting night and day, even more emotionally than physically, and he had no strength left to prevaricate.
He sighed, leaning a little over the table to look at the others. “I hope that Maxel and Ishbel can do something for us. I hope that if they manage to destroy DarkGlass Mountain then suddenly, miraculously, good times shall arrive for us. But, in the meantime . . . thoughts?”
“Isaiah is headed our way,” Insharah said. “We need to think about aiding him.”
Axis nodded. “I know. But we can come back to this, for there are closer problems. What else?”
“Kezial is also out there,” Insharah said, referring to another renegade Isembaardian general who had fled Isaiah’s army and then gathered a rebellious army about him. They knew where the other renegade generals were: the witless Armat was now within Elcho Falling, and of no danger, and Lamiah was with Isaiah.
“And Ravenna,” Insharah continued. “Both of them are unknowns.”
“I take your point regarding Kezial,” said Axis, “but I doubt he has enough men to threaten Elcho Falling. And he’d also have to contend with the Lealfast, unless, of course, he decides to join them. But for the moment he is the least of my concerns. Ravenna? Did not Ishbel strip Ravenna of her power and banish her?”
“Don’t underestimate Ravenna,” Garth said. “Maybe she will be no problem . . . but don’t underestimate her. She has surprised us before.”
“Until she becomes a problem,” Axis said, “I will set worry about her aside. I —”
“Isn’t that what you did with the Lealfast?” Ezekiel said.
Axis had to fight to restrain his temper, which he did only by reminding himself that Ezekiel was right.
“Which is what I said about the Lealfast,” Axis said. “Garth, I want you and Insharah to tackle the problem of Ravenna. You both know her, probably best among us. You are the only ones likely to be able to forecast any threat from her. If you can think of any way she may be a danger, then let me know.”
Both men nodded.
“We need to do something about the Dark Spire,” StarDrifter said.
“I know that, StarDrifter!” Axis said. “Look, unless we can understand it, we can do nothing about it.”
“Can we try force?” Georgdi said. “I mean, has anyone actually tried taking an axe to it? Set a torch to it?”
“Not a torch!” several people said at once.
“We can’t risk the thing going up like a bonfire and setting Elcho Falling ablaze,” Axis added. “But force . . . I doubt it will make a difference, but . . . Ezekiel, perhaps you might like to take a squad of men down there and try it?”
It was not a request and Ezekiel gave a nod, rose, and left the room.
Axis watched him go, only speaking once the general had left the room. “I doubt it will make much difference,” Axis said. “The Dark Spire is a thing of power . . . I do not think either wishes or axes shall make it shatter.”
“There is someone,” Georgdi said, and Axis’ face hardened, “who can help us.”
Everyone save Axis looked at the Outlander general.
“Inardle,” Georgdi said. “She spoke with Axis earlier. She said that she could bring us the Skraelings as allies.”
“What?” StarDrifter said. “You cannot trust her! The Skraelings as allies? That is the stuff of nightmares.”
Thank the stars, Axis thought, that I will have one ally in this, at least.
“How can she bring us the Skraelings?” said Insharah. He looked at Axis for a reply, but it was Georgdi who answered.
“She is half Skraeling,” he said. “She, as all the Lealfast, have lived among them for millennia. There must be some sense of kinship there.”