by Sara Douglas
You have enjoyed the benefits of SunSoar blood all these centuries, and you will now accept the responsibility of it. The Icarii are desperate. Desperate! You--yes, curse it, you--now have the responsibility, the blood, and the experience to give the Icarii direction and purpose and leadership and a home. Your responsibility, StarDrifter. Yours."
StarDrifter wrenched his arm free. "Me? Me? Look at me, BroadWing. I've never accepted responsibility. I am just feckless StarDrifter--and, oh, how my parents named me well, drifting aimlessly,
taking pleasure in nothing but pleasure, and sowing aimless seeds of destruction as I went. Have you forgot who fathered Gorgrael? Who--"
"Who fathered Axis," said BroadWing, his voice calm and even.
"Axis was no savior," StarDrifter said. "He was a golden hero who restored the Icarii and Tencendor,
but who then allowed everything to slide into bleakness again."
"And that is why I am here now, arguing with you," BroadWing said. "Axis was never the man to lead the Icarii, but I think you are."
StarDrifter gave a soft, hollow laugh.
"I have seen you at your very best and at your very worst," BroadWing said. "I know to what extremes of dissipation you can sink, and the heights to which you can rise."
"And today you have seen me at my very worst," StarDrifter said. "How then can you sit here and argue so passionately that I have the qualities for Talon?"
"I think today he has seen you at your very best," Maximilian put in quietly.
"Maximilian is right," BroadWing said. "You stood there before Salome and accepted responsibility for your actions. I know enough about what happened in Coroleas that I am well aware that you could very easily have shifted blame onto Ba'al'uz, but you didn't. You accepted whatever Salome chose to deal you. That was the action of a mature man, StarDrifter. Not some feckless, uncaring dissipate. And I have seen you in..."
BroadWing's voice broke, and he had to pause and clear his throat. "I was present in the Assembly Chamber of Talon Spike that day, so many vast years ago, when you addressed the assembled Icarii race. Do you remember it, StarDrifter? Do you remember that day?"
StarDrifter took a moment to answer. "I sang for you. I sang of the Wars of the Axe, of how the Icarii had come to be imprisoned in the Icescarp Alps."
"And you sang of hope, and of how the Icarii could rise again, and regain that which was lost. Stars,
StarDrifter, you had the entire Icarii race in tears, you held them in the palm of your hand, you owned us.
That day was when you and RavenCrest, your brother, and our Talon at the time, persuaded us to accept Axis as our StarMan."
BroadWing's voice dropped very low. "But you were so astounding, so powerful, that we would have done anything that day, StarDrifter. Anything for you. You were extraordinarily beautiful and powerful,
and you reminded us of how extraordinarily beautiful and powerful we could be. You can do that again."
An infinitesimal pause. "You must."
StarDrifter said nothing.
"You take Salome," BroadWing said, "and you take that child, and you rebuild the SunSoar dynasty,
and you rebuild the Icarii pride and race. You lead us to a new homeland, and back into the Star Dance,
StarDrifter, or else we will all perish in hopelessness."
"I am a hopeless messiah," StarDrifter said.
"You are all we have," BroadWing said, and he smiled. "And you will be more than enough."
"And Salome," StarDrifter said, his words argumentative, but his voice now resigned. "She is hardly likely to--"
"Salome is the best wife you could ever hope for," BroadWing said. "I have heard of her cruelty and dissipation, but today we saw the better part of her, too. Salome did not accuse or attack you for what happened to her, for what she had lost, but for her son--the loss of his life and future."
"She has great strength," put in Maximilian, earning himself a black glance from StarDrifter.
"And I think she has great compassion," Maximilian added, softly, daring StarDrifter to throw him another look.
"Salome is a far better mate for you than Rivkah ever was," said Broad-Wing, naming the Acharite princess on whom StarDrifter had fathered Axis, "or Azhure, or her and Axis' daughter, Zenith, or any other of the women you have thought to have loved. Fate...no...I am prepared to say stronger here, the Star Dance, has led her to you, and you to her, and then the both of you back to the Icarii people. Take a deep breath, right now, StarDrifter, and accept both Salome and the Talon torc of leadership."
Maximilian watched StarDrifter curiously, wondering what he would do.
The Icarii prince sat in silence for a long time, staring across the fire to where Salome lay; then, without looking at BroadWing, he held out his hand to the birdman, and BroadWing gripped it.
They held the grip for a long moment, then both let go and sat back, and Maximilian passed them the flask of wine.
So passed the leadership of the Icarii to StarDrifter SunSoar.
The three men sat there for another hour in silence, occasionally taking sips of wine.
Finally StarDrifter rose, and went to Salome.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
The FarReach Mountains, Southern Kyros
Salome was too emotionally and physically exhausted to sleep. She lay there, drifting between wakefulness and drowsiness, listening to the murmur of voices coming from across the campfire, and turning over in her mind the events of the day.
It had not eventuated quite as she'd expected.
Salome wasn't quite sure what she had expected, for she'd never been precisely clear in her own mind about what she would do to StarDrifter when she found him, but today's events hadn't fitted any of her imagined scenarios.
She had expected StarDrifter to justify and excuse and evade, and he'd done none of those things.
She'd expected him to strike back at her, to be angry and judgmental, and he'd done none of those things, either.
She had never imagined, never, the revelations the day would bring.
He was Embeth's unknown lover.
StarDrifter was her grandfather.
That had numbed Salome as nothing else could have.
StarDrifter was the lover who had deserted Embeth, who had left her to die birthing his child.
Salome felt as if this should make her hate him even more.
But, astoundingly, it didn't. Perhaps that was because all her emotions appeared utterly dead.
The naming of her father meant nothing to her. Salome supposed she'd heard the name WolfStar somewhere, but she'd paid so little attention to the world beyond the intrigues of the Corolean court that she could not recall what she'd heard.
"Would you like me to tell you about WolfStar?" StarDrifter said softly behind her, and Salome jumped,
her heart pounding painfully.
"I'm sorry," he said, for what must have been the hundredth time that day. "I startled you. I thought you were awake."
He sat down on the ground beside her. "Do you mind if I share the blanket, and your hearth bedding?"
Salome couldn't believe he'd ask that. She struggled to rouse some indignant anger, but she was so spent that she couldn't raise the effort, and so when StarDrifter took her silence for assent and lifted the blanket and crawled under beside her, pulling her back against his body, all she could manage was an affronted stiffness.
At least she had her back to him, but all that meant was that StarDrifter could curl the more effectively about her own body.
"WolfStar lived many thousands of years ago," StarDrifter said, very softly. Salome thought he was infusing his voice with something else. A melody perhaps. Was he trying to fool her with some Icarii trickery?
Trickery or not, as StarDrifter continued speaking the gentle melody in his voice soothed away both her irritation and stiffness, and she gradually relaxed against his warmth.
This wasn't how she'd envisioned ending this day, either.
"He was
then, and remains to this day, the most powerful Enchanter the Icarii had ever produced,"
StarDrifter continued.
"He was a SunSoar?" Salome asked, surprising herself with her interest.
"Yes. And Talon. An Enchanter-Talon." StarDrifter laughed very softly, washing warm breath over the back of her neck. "Enchanter-Talons have ever been the most troublesome to the Icarii people. I can't think why Broad-Wing now wants another one."
The last meant nothing to Salome, but she did not comment.
"WolfStar developed a fascination with the Star Dance," StarDrifter continued. His arm, where it lay about her waist, tightened fractionally. "Do you know what that is, Salome? Have you ever felt it?"
"No," she said, and StarDrifter sighed, fanning more breath against her neck.
"You are an Enchanter as well, Salome," he said. "Hasweb was undoubtedly one, too. Your lives should for many years have been dictated by the Star Dance--the music the stars make in their dance about the heavens. That music infiltrated every aspect of our lives, our very souls, and Enchanters used it to weave such magic...
"Ah, but all that was lost during the devastation of the wars of the Timekeeper Demons. They destroyed the Star Gate, through which the music of the stars filtered, and we lost the Star Dance. That happened some five or six years ago, so you must have lived for twenty-five years or more with the Star Dance washing about you. Are you sure you have never--"
"I have never felt a thing. It means nothing to me."
"Well, anyway, WolfStar wanted to step through the Star Gate and allow the music of the Star Dance to consume him completely. To cut a long story short, he did. He vanished through the Star Gate, and for thousands of years the Icarii people assumed he'd died. But, no. He came back, more powerful and dreadful than ever before, and created mayhem and disaster among the peoples of Tencendor. If the land perished, then it was largely due to his machinations."
"You are afraid of him."
"Yes, I am."
"And now? Is he dead? Wandering about?"
"Dead. I hope." Again StarDrifter gave a soft laugh. "But one never assumes that death can hold WolfStar forever."
"I have a powerful father, then." There, thought Salome. A powerful father, but not a powerful grandfather.
"Aye," StarDrifter said, and did not sound affronted at all. "Very powerful indeed."
"Then should you be afraid of me?"
"Very much so," StarDrifter said, and Salome frowned at the teasing note in his voice.
"Salome," StarDrifter said, before she could speak, "I have been a wandering, dissipated fool most of my life. I have loved women, and destroyed women. I have failed many people. Perhaps with you I can make a fresh--"
"Don't try to pretend we have a--"
StarDrifter's hand slid under the loosened waistband of her trousers and then over the warm skin of her slightly rounded belly.
"This is not pretense, Salome. Tell me, did you not think to discard the child? I am sure you must have known how."
She was silent.
He sang a little snatch of melody, very softly, and she drew in a sharp breath.
A sense of peace had washed over her with that melody, and as she exhaled the breath, she relaxed entirely against his body.
"I knew as soon as you said you were pregnant," StarDrifter said, his mouth now almost against the skin at the back of her neck, "that this child would be my get, and not the product of your rapes. BroadWing said fate bound us together, Salome. I think BroadWing has a somewhat remarkable perceptivity."
Again, that snatch of melody, and Salome closed her eyes as they filled with sudden tears.
"It is a son, Salome," StarDrifter said. "An Enchanter. And," Salome could feel his mouth curl in a smile against her neck, "a peaceful and happy child. An heir to everything we have both lost."
Salome thought StarDrifter was being terribly presumptuous with that last remark, but now she was so comfortable, so warm, and so peaceful, that drowsiness was finally achieving dominion over her body.
"Mmmm," she murmured--and then shivered as StarDrifter kissed the back of her neck.
"Sleep," he whispered.
The Weeper lay a few feet away, forgotten by both Salome and StarDrifter.
As they fell into sleep, StarDrifter still curled about Salome's body, the Weeper began to ice over.
It spent all night encased in ice, engaged in such a powerful magic that even the ground beneath it froze solid.
In the morning, when the camp stirred, the Weeper lay in a small puddle of water, condensation sliding down its body.
No one paid any attention.
When Salome awoke--the last of the camp to rise--it was to find that StarDrifter had left a mug of tea and a wedge of warmed bread slathered with butter and red beet and onion chutney by her side.
Salome sat up and ate the food.
It was the best breakfast she could ever remember having eaten.
When she rose to her feet, brushing away the remaining crumbs of the bread, she winced as something caught in her back.
A muscle, she thought, grown cold and stiff during her long night's unmoving slumber.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The Palace of Aqhat, Isembaard
Today Isaiah was holding his Spectacle. Axis knew of two other occasions Isaiah had held a Spectacle since he'd been in Isembaard, but Axis had not been invited to either of those formal courts. They had been held during his early days in Isembaard when Isaiah had tended to keep Axis very much in his private sphere. Today, however, Axis had received a request to attend.
It was, after all, the day on which Isaiah meant to announce his marriage to Ishbel.
Axis had not seen Ishbel since his return from flushing out the brigands from the eastern mountains. He'd tried to see her, but either she had been asleep, or resting, or bathing with Isaiah in the River Lhyl in the evening (and since when had she started doing that, Axis wondered), or simply not in her apartments when he'd called, so that by now Axis suspected she was avoiding him.
Or perhaps her servants and guards had been well instructed by Isaiah in how to deflect Axis SunSoar should he come to visit.
Well, at least Axis would see Ishbel at the Spectacle, and probably even get the chance to speak with her, as he'd been given to understand he was to sit with Isaiah and Ishbel on their dais.
Despite being worried about Ishbel, Axis was curious about the Spectacle itself. He had gathered, from various conversations with Insharah, Zeboath, and the palace chamberlain, that the Spectacle existed to remind the generals and the governors of the various dependencies who it was controlled the reins of power, to impress various visiting diplomats, nobles, and ambassadors, and to make it perfectly clear to the entire population of Isembaard, via subsequent gossip and reports, the extent of Isaiah's power and prestige.
Today, Isaiah was using the Spectacle to present his new "conquest," Ishbel, Queen of Escator, to the Tyranny.
Look what a great and fearsome leader I am, Isaiah would say to his peoples via the Spectacle. I have captured for my own both the northern king's queen and his heir. The northern kings are weak indeed,
and they shall lay down before me, and submit themselves to Isembaard.
The Spectacle was held at midday in what Insharah had somewhat caustically called the sunroom.
Insharah had not explained that comment, but its memory was enough to add further fuel to Axis' already well-developed curiosity about the day's proceedings. By the time his escort knocked at his chamber door, just before noon, Axis was pacing about in a state of high anticipation.
He'd dressed carefully for the occasion, wearing black leather trousers topped with an airy lawn linen shirt. He'd abandoned the sandals he normally wore in the heat for well-tooled leather boots, topped the shirt with a tightly fitted vest of gold silk, and then carefully trimmed his beard and dressed his hair,
clubbing it into a queue at the back of his neck.
Isaiah had sent one of the capt
ains of the Spear to escort him, and they chatted amiably as the captain led Axis higher and higher into the palace.
Finally Axis' curiosity got the better of him.
"Just where does Isaiah hold his Spectacle?" he asked.
The captain shot him an amused glance as they approached yet another graceful, winding staircase. "In the sunroom, of course."
"Yes, but where--"
"On the roof, Lord Axis. In the sun."
A slow smile spread across Axis' face. He was starting to realize the nature of Isaiah's Spectacle.
"Should I have brought a broad-brimmed hat?" he said.
The captain laughed. "You shall be among the shaded, Lord Axis. Be grateful."
The captain finally led Axis into a vast chamber which Axis realized acted as the anteroom for Isaiah's "sunroom." It was thronged with people, all of whom glanced every few minutes toward a massive flight of steps that rose to an equally impressive doorway beyond which Axis could see only blinding light.
"We don't go that way," the captain murmured to Axis. "Come with me."
He led Axis around the side of the room, avoiding the throng (almost all of whom glanced away from the flight of steps long enough to look curiously at Axis), through a small doorway and up a flight of stairs much less grand than those in the anteroom. These steps led in turn to a doorway, again much less grand than that which awaited the throng in the anteroom, but leading into the same rectangle of blinding light.
The captain led Axis straight through.
Then stopped, grinning at Axis as he gaped.
The "sunroom" was, to Axis' eyes, the most spectacular and the most stunningly beautiful chamber he'd ever seen...and Axis had lived to see some amazing buildings and chambers.
The rectangular space covered the entire roof area of the palace--a vast acreage of beauty that was stunning in its simplicity.
There was no roof--the space was entirely open to the vivid blue Isembaardian sky.
The area was floored in a polished stone of a deep emerald hue, glasslike in its sheen. Axis had never seen anything like it: more translucent than marble, it was similarly veined with silver and gold through its emerald depths. Axis could not see a join anywhere--it was as if the entire floor had been laid down in a single piece. Neither could he see anything beneath the translucent stone. It appeared to sink down forever, although Axis knew that was impossible.
