Sinner. Sara Douglass

Sinner - Sara  Douglass


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angle, every plane of her face into his mind.

      “Yes,” he finally managed, “you are right. They are those I killed.”

      “Do they pose a danger to Tencendor?” Caelum asked.

      “No, they do not. They yearn for my blood, but I am here and they are lost beyond the Star Gate. As far as I am concerned, that is the way it will stay.”

      Isfrael shifted irritably. “Then why do we hear their voices now, and never before?”

      WolfStar shrugged, not willing to take his eyes from Zenith. “They drift, lost. It is not surprising that they would eventually drift slightly closer to the Star Gate than they had been previously.”

      “Should we help them come home?” FreeFall asked.

      His question was enough to make WolfStar drag his eyes away from Zenith. “No! No, we cannot do that!”

      “And why not, WolfStar?” FreeFall’s voice was very tight.

      WolfStar took a deep breath. “They have changed. Being thrown through the Star Gate as they were, alive, terrified, into a cosmos to drift for thousands of years, has altered them. They are not what they were. If they were to come through, then yes, I would fear. Please, believe me in this.”

      No-one in the room noticed Drago’s eyes narrow.

      “But you said there was no danger,” Caelum said.

      “As long as they remain beyond the Star Gate,” WolfStar replied testily. “And I can see no way they can step through.”

      “You could,” Caelum reminded him. “You came back.”

      “Yes, I came back, but I went through under very different circumstances,” WolfStar explained, unwilling to disclose what it was that had helped him back. It wouldn’t help the children, would it? “I was a powerful and fully trained Enchanter when I went through. I came back, but they will not. They do not have the skills, and they do not have the power. Believe me. They will never come back. In time the interstellar tides will carry them far away from the Star Gate. In a week or two their voices will be gone.”

      Caelum stared at WolfStar a moment longer, then he turned to SpikeFeather.

      “My friend, get you to the Star Gate and keep watch with Orr. If those voices come closer, if anything happens, then let me know.”

      SpikeFeather nodded, and slipped from the room.

      WolfStar raised his eyes above the gathered heads and looked at WingRidge CurlClaw.

       10 Pastry Magics

      At some point, when people had grouped into ones and twos to discuss WolfStar’s words, the Enchanter himself had disappeared. Zenith, who’d made sure she kept a close eye on him, had no idea how he had done it. He’d been close to the fireplace, but she could have sworn he had not stepped back into it. Neither had he used any Song of Movement, because she would have felt it had he done so.

      He was there one heartbeat, gone the next.

      And Zenith had allowed herself to breathe a little more easily.

      Of the others, Drago had been the next to leave, his exit far more noticeable. He’d pushed bluntly past those in his way and stalked from the room, every eye following him.

      Zenith felt for Drago, and wished she’d had the courage Zared showed in leaping to his defence when RiverStar’s cruel tongue had been working its damage. Zenith had felt so ashamed that she’d later made the effort to join in the conversation, even asking WolfStar a question.

      He’d stared at her, but this time there had been nothing but the stare, nothing but the roiling and yet unreadable emotion in his eyes.

      Once Drago had gone, the rest of the group had been fairly quick to break up. There was much to be discussed and debated in the privacy of individual chambers, and even breakfasts to be had, for the initial shock of WolfStar’s appearance, and then his news, had long gone, and stomachs were now complaining.

      Most of the servants within Sigholt, as well as the heads of the Five and their advisers, were busy with preparations for Council, which was to commence the next morning, so Zenith spent most of the day with Leagh. She felt restless, and useless in the current hive of activity, and Leagh was always comfortable company. Zenith told Leagh all that had happened in Caelum’s chambers, for she thought the woman had as much right to know as Askam or Zared, and then she asked what had transpired between her and Zared the night previously.

      “Oh, Zenith! I saw more of him last night than I swear I have in the past four years. Thank you, thank you!”

      Leagh’s eyes had glimmered with emotion, and Zenith had to fight back the tears herself.

      Having passed the evening meal with Leagh, Zenith wandered back to her own chamber, but could not settle. Every time a drape moved in a draft, or a shadow flickered, Zenith jumped, thinking it was WolfStar.

      She was sure he would come after her –

       Why use that phraseology?

      – why, she could not tell. But something in his touch, something in his eyes … he wanted something from her. But what? Surely it was not lust, for what WolfStar had shown her was not the wantonness he’d displayed with RiverStar.

      But something else.

      Something … deeper.

      But that was ridiculous. She’d never met him, she was sure. WolfStar had disappeared long years before she’d even been born. Why should he spare her even a passing thought? She was nothing in the power games and mysteries currently being played out in Tencendor.

      The images – memories? – that had flooded Zenith’s mind when WolfStar touched her cheek now came back and assailed her again, though with less force this time. She’d seen the inside of the Dome of Stars – but that was the province only of the First Priestess of the Temple, and Zenith had never been there. She’d seen inside that peasant hut, seen the angry, nameless man advance on her, murder in his eyes – but neither had she seen hut nor man previously. And the child … the child. Who?

      Ah! Zenith shook herself. She would go mad left alone in this room to think!

      She wondered again about Drago, how he felt after enduring his own personal trauma that morning, and determined to find him.

      She found him, as she thought she would, in the kitchens.

      RiverStar goaded Drago about affairs with the kitchen girls, but Zenith knew the real reason Drago spent so much time in the kitchens of Sigholt.

      She’d discovered his secret one night seven years ago when she could not sleep and had thought to heat herself a glass of warm milk. She’d come in the kitchen doors, and then halted, astounded.

      Drago had been standing at one of the work tables, dicing a huge mound of vegetables.

      For some obscure reason, Drago loved to cook. He spent an hour or two down here most days, and longer if he was particularly upset over something. It was no mystery to Zenith that he would be here now.

      This late at night the fires were damped down, and the staff had long gone to bed. Even so, the air was still warm, and the great metal ranges against the far wall radiated a comforting glow.

      Drago was standing at a table before one of the ranges, several bowls before him, the tabletop strewn with flour and pieces of discarded meat.

      “Drago?”

      His head whipped up and a bowl rattled as he jumped. “What is it?”

      Zenith walked further into the room. “I thought you might like to talk about this morning.”

      Her brother dropped his eyes and kneaded


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