Crusader. Sara Douglass
the Star Dance have not made us less flawed? An Axis less arrogant and cruel? A DragonStar less resentful and ambitious? And I? I less determined to know my own power, and more willing to tend to my own family.”
“Who knows,” DragonStar said. “Our flaws may yet save us.” And he smiled, as if he had made a joke to himself. “Ah, but you asked of Caelum and of myself. We both grew up amid lies — not of your doing, or even of ours, but lies bound about us by the Star Dance, via the Maze. These lies dictated our action, driving me into such overweening ambition I could contemplate the murder of Caelum, and making Caelum …”
“A weak ruler,” Azhure finished for him, “and a murderer also, perhaps?”
Ye gods, DragonStar thought weakly, what should I say to that? Yes, mother. Caelum murdered our sister and your daughter. Do you want me to say that out loud, Azhure?
“Perhaps,” he answered, and Azhure nodded and turned aside her head for a second time.
“A murderer?” Axis said. “What do you mean?”
“He means,” Azhure said, “that we all have the blood of others on our hands, beloved.”
And Axis nodded, accepting what she said without truly understanding what she spoke of.
“Caelum’s true role was as a false StarSon,” DragonStar said. “A decoy. I needed time to grow, to learn, and to allow Qeteb the confidence to destroy Tencendor … which he would not have done if he’d known the StarSon still lived.”
Briefly, DragonStar told his parents of the hidden Acharite magic that could be touched only with the passage through death.
Axis stared at Azhure, his eyes excited, then looked back at DragonStar. “But that means that I, too, can use the Acharite power!”
DragonStar shook his head. “I’m sorry, Axis, but —” “I’ve been to death’s gate, even though the haggard old crone wouldn’t let me through. Why can’t I use my Acharite blood?”
“Because of your overpowering use of the Star Dance.” DragonStar paused, feeling his father’s frustration. “And you have been a Star God. Your Icarii-bred magic has killed whatever potential Acharite magic you had. When you proclaimed yourself StarMan, you also literally killed your Acharite magic in favour of the Star Dance. I’m sorry, Axis.”
Axis subsided, bitterly disappointed. For a moment, just a moment, he’d thought…
Axis shook his head, putting his disappointment aside. “What else do you have to tell us?”
DragonStar hesitated, still sympathising with Axis. Then he continued, telling them of Urbeth, the original Enchantress and mother of races, and Azhure gasped and fingered the now-dulled Circle of Stars on her finger. He told them everything he could of the time he’d spent with the Demons, and what had happened to him once he’d returned to Tencendor. He told them of the manner of Caelum’s death.
And, finally, he told them of the Infinite Field of Flowers, and what awaited Tencendor once — if — the Demons had been destroyed.
Axis and Azhure listened in silence, their faces growing more and more pallid, their eyes progressively rounder, as DragonStar spoke.
“And Caelum,” Azhure said as DragonStar finally finished. “Caelum?”
“Is in the Field of Flowers,” DragonStar said. “Be sure of that.”
“Can we see him? You said that Zared and Theod saw the Field of Flowers. Can we —”
“No,” DragonStar said. “Wait, let me explain. You cannot see it yet, but if all goes well, then, well, we will all experience the Field of Flowers. But I cannot take you from Sanctuary into the field. We need to go from Tencendor itself. There is only one gateway.”
“But Spiredore,” Azhure said. “Draw your door of light, take us into Spiredore, and thence into —”
“Azhure,” DragonStar said, and leaned across the table to take her hand. “Qeteb has risen, and the Demons now control the wasteland that once was Tencendor. I do not know if Spiredore is safe any more. It probably is, but ‘probably’ is not good enough to needlessly risk your lives. I will go first, and then one or two of the other five who have been through death and can resist the Demons, for a while at least. Wait. Please.”
Azhure nodded, and dropped her eyes. They fell on the cloth-wrapped parcel that still sat on the table.
“Caelum asked us to give this to you,” Azhure said, “if he… if he died.”
She pushed the parcel across the table towards DragonStar.
The Enchanted Song Book. DragonStar slowly unwrapped it.
“We deciphered the melodies, and then the dances,” Axis said. “They were … unusual.”
“They are the key to the destruction of the Demons,” DragonStar said.
Axis stared at his son, remembering the dawn when Caelum had tried one of the dances atop Star Finger. “DragonStar … DragonStar, be careful with them. Caelum —”
“Caelum was not the StarSon —” DragonStar began, but Axis interrupted angrily.
“You have inherited all the damn SunSoar arrogance in its full blindness!” he said. “Listen to me, damn you!”
DragonStar dropped his eyes. “I am sorry, Axis. What happened?”
Slowly Axis described the dance’s affect on Caelum. “It was as if he was consumed by hatred and violence. The dance did that to him … it infused him with whatever malevolence it had been made from.”
“Qeteb was originally trapped by mirrors that reflected his own malevolence back on him,” DragonStar said slowly. “He would never let that happen to him again. The dances, the melodies the book contain,” his fingers tapped the cover thoughtfully, “will have the same action as the mirrors originally did.”
“Maybe,” Axis said, “and maybe not.”
Chapter 7 A Wander Through, and Into, Sanctuary
Faraday, Zenith and StarDrifter were wandering slowly along one of the paths Sanctuary had provided for the comfort, pleasure and exercise of all who sheltered within its confines. It was, StarDrifter thought — and with a distinct, but not entirely successful, effort to avoid couching the thought in unpleasant overtones — just like it was on the Island of Mist and Memory. Me, Zenith … and Faraday’s constant presence between us. Even her physical presence, for Faraday literally separated Zenith and StarDrifter as they walked abreast down the wide path.
Not even Sanctuary works in my favour, StarDrifter thought, for if the path were just the slightest bit narrower, then mayhap Faraday would have to walk behind Zenith and myself, and I could have the contentment of the odd fleeting touch as my elbow brushed the fabric of Zenith’s lavender gown.
And mayhap not, for StarDrifter was sure if the path were narrow, he would be the one left to wander lost behind whilst Faraday and Zenith linked arms — as they had now — and chatted happily without him.
Aye, he thought, this is just like the Island of Mist and Memory, for Zenith feels more comfortable with me when someone else is present. It is as if she only feels at ease relating to me through someone else.
She only laughs freely when there is someone else present to protect the space between her and I.
She only smiles at me when someone else is there to act as a filter for her joy.
She only tilts eyes of love in my direction when there is someone else her glance can bounce off first.
StarDrifter was not feeling happy about the situation at all, but there was nothing