Pilgrim

by Sara Douglass

  Then he’d struggle to his feet again as he felt the approaching hunt through the trembling ground, and he’d falter forward, his breath rasping through his throat.

  And always the hot breath of the hunters behind him.

  Once, when he faltered, Qeteb rode close enough that he could prick Caelum in the buttocks with the tip of his sword, and Caelum screamed and darted forward, and Qeteb laughed, and held back the hunt for a few minutes.

  “Let him think he has evaded us,” he whispered.

  But Caelum knew he would never evade the hunt. They would catch him, as they had always done, and he would die with the tip of the sword or lance, or whatever it was Qeteb chose to drive into him, slicing through breast and lung and heart until he died with his life bubbling out through his mouth, and Qeteb leaning down harder and harder on the blade until Caelum felt his spine splinter and shatter and…

  …would death ever come?

  Or would Qeteb keep him eternally on the point of his sword? Would he spend eternity itself impaled, screaming for merciful oblivion?

  Caelum began to cry. Is this how RiverStar had felt? Had death been an eternity for her as well?

  He stumbled about another twist in the Maze, and fell over. For a heartbeat he lay there, then he scrambled to his feet again, his hands and face bleeding where he’d scraped them against the rough stone of the Maze, and floundered forward.

  “I’m sorry, RiverStar,” he muttered between gasps for air. “Forgive me…”

  And everything about him changed.

  The Maze vanished, and in its place Caelum found himself running through a field of flowers.

  His strength returned, and he ran freely, joyfully, through this most wondrous of fields. The sun was warm overhead, the scent almost, but not quite, overwhelming, the colours exquisite, the grass and leaves green and damp with freshness.

  Behind Caelum, Qeteb grew tired of the chase. He hungered for the pain and horror he would see reflected on the StarSon’s face when he drove his sword through his chest. He would feed from the pain and the horror!

  Qeteb screamed, and drove his mount forward.

  Caelum slowed to a walk the better to savour the sights and scents. He smiled gently, oblivious to everything but the beauty surrounding him.

  WolfStar could crawl no more. He was trapped within the magic of the Maze, and he had no idea where it had taken him. He propped himself up against a wall, holding his belly with one hand, dragging air into his lungs.

  Suddenly Caelum walked about the corner and came directly towards him.

  He had a beatific smile on his face.

  “Caelum StarSon!” Qeteb screamed, and stood in his stirrups and raised his sword.

  Caelum, now directly before WolfStar, turned and stared at the horror approaching.

  “Caelum?”

  Caelum turned and stared.

  RiverStar stood there…but not the RiverStar he remembered. Her features and loveliness were the same, but her expression was tempered by understanding and gentleness.

  “Oh, how I love you,” he said.

  Caelum turned and stared at the rearing, plunging creature above him, and at the Demon screaming on its back.

  “Oh, how I love you,” he said.

  “No!” Qeteb shrieked, driven beyond the realms of anger, not only by Caelum’s words, but by the serene expression on his face.

  The Demon drove down his sword.

  RiverStar smiled and held out a flower.

  A lily.

  “For you,” she said.

  “I thank you,” Caelum said, and reached out a hand and took the flower.

  WolfStar could not believe it. As the sword plunged downwards, Caelum held out his hand and seized the blade.

  It made not a whit of difference.

  The sword sliced through Caelum’s hand and plunged into his chest, driving Caelum back against WolfStar, who grunted with shock and shifted slightly to one side so the blade would not impale him as well.

  Qeteb leaned his entire weight down on the sword, twisting it as deep as he could go, feeling bone and muscle and cartilage tear and rip, seeing the bright blood bubble from the StarSon’s mouth.

  And still the man smiled.

  “Welcome,” RiverStar said, “into the field of flowers.”

  And she leaned forward and kissed him.

  “Here,” Caelum said, “shall we finally be husband and wife.”

  She smiled anew, tears glistening in her eyes, and he took her hand, and they walked deeper into the field of flowers.

  WolfStar screamed and screamed, unable to believe the horror that Qeteb visited on Caelum’s corpse. Again and again the Demon drove his sword into Caelum, time and time again, until all that was left of Caelum was a mass of redmangled flesh that was barely recognisable.

  And still, somehow, unbelievably, his smile and utter serenity continued to shine through.

  Qeteb did not even seem to understand that WolfStar was present. All he wanted to do was wipe that smile from Caelum’s face, because that smile was what truly hurt, that smile was what cut deeply into him, that smile was what needed to be destroyed before all else.

  Finally, Qeteb leaped down from his mount and crushed what remained of Caelum’s head between his mailed hands, crushed it until all resemblance to a head had gone, crushed it until bone and blood and brain and teeth enmeshed into one shapeless mess.

  The smile had finally gone.

  Qeteb stopped, stared—still not seeming to realise WolfStar’s presence—and then turned back to the crowd of watching Demons and screamed.

  “Tencendor is mine! I shall consume it!”

  Tencendor died. Rivers dried up, fields crumbled into dust, mountains cracked into jagged, sterile peaks.

  The forests were raped and then murdered as they screamed their defiance. Roots were torn from the ground, trunks snapped, leaves were flayed from branches, and entire trees were flung about the landscape as a windstorm throws dried tumbleweeds.

  The groves and glades of the Avarinheim and Minstrelsea were exposed first to a hot red sun, a ball of fire, and then to a gale of pure maliciousness.

  All magic died.

  Everything.

  All creatures that had somehow escaped both the Demons’ attentions to this point, or the emptying of Tencendor by DragonStar’s witches, succumbed to madness.

  Every one.

  Tencendor, haven of enchantment and of mystery for ten thousand generations, died in a single instant.

  Gone.

  WolfStar gathered what remained of Caelum’s corpse into his arms and wept, caring not if the Demon turned and drove his sword into him as well.

  A single object remained in the smoking wasteland that had once been spreading forest.

  The enchanted wooden bowl that the silver-backed Horned One had once given Faraday as a means to access the Sacred Groves. It had lain forgotten for forty years after Faraday had completed the planting of the forests. She’d witnessed the rush of the fey creatures into the trees, and had then unharnessed the white donkeys to let them run free. Crippled by her labour pains, Faraday then entered the Sacred Groves to bear Isfrael.

  She’d forgotten the bowl.

  Everyone had.

  Now here it sat.

  Waiting for whoever might chance upon it.

  Epilogue

  He rode his stallion deep into the wasteland.

  A man dressed in nothing but a white linen loincloth and clad only with a jewelled sword and purse.

  He was sad, but joyous at the same time.

  Tencendor was dead, but it could be reborn.

  Barren dust swirled about the white stallion’s legs, and the man whispered into the wasteland, the whisper reaching across a hundred leagues and deep into the heart of the Maze.

  “My name is DragonStar StarSon, Demon, and I am the Enemy reborn. Know that this time I shall not just trap you, but destroy you for all time.”

  Know that this time I shall not just trap you, b
ut destroy you for all time.

  There was a horrible, painful jolt of surprise deep within him, and then Qeteb nodded in recognition.

  This pitiful cursed mangled wreck had been a decoy, a decoy to allow the true StarSon to grow to maturity.

  And to do something else…but what?

  “No,” Qeteb whispered back. “Know that I have waited a hundred thousand years planning for this moment, and that this time, I shall destroy you. Now it will be on my terms, in my wasteland.”

  DragonStar smiled at the Demon’s ignorance.

  No, he thought. On my terms, for now that Tencendor has died, the battle will be fought in the field of flowers, and not the wasteland.

  This time the Enemy will finish what they started so long ago. Here, on this world, where the Star Dance had always wanted it.

  Here, where the Garden would be replanted.

  He stared about the wasteland, knowing that the magic only waited, then patted the Star Stallion’s neck, pulled his sword from its scabbard, and, drawing a doorway of light before him, rode through into Sanctuary.

  Glossary

  ACHAR: the realm that once stretched over most of the continent, bounded by the Andeis, Tyrre and Widowmaker Seas, the Avarinheim and the Icescarp Alps. Now integrated into Tencendor, although Zared had claimed back the title of King.

  ACHARITES: a term used fairly generally to encompass all humans within Tencendor.

  ADAMON: one of the nine Star Gods of the Icarii, Adamon is the eldest and the God of the Firmament.

  AFTERLIFE: all three races, the Acharites, the Icarii and the Avar believe in the existence of an AfterLife, although exactly what they believe depends on their particular culture.

  ALAUNT: a legendary pack of hounds that now run with Azhure. They are all of the Lesser immortals.

  ALDENI: a small province in western Achar, devoted to small crop cultivation. It is administered by Duke Theod.

  ANDAKILSA, River: the extreme northern river of Ichtar, dividing Ichtar from Ravensbund. Under normal circumstances, it remains free of ice all year round and flows into the Andeis Sea.

  ANDEIS SEA: the often unpredictable sea that washes the western coast of Achar.

  ARCEN: the major city of Arcness. It is a free trading city.

  ARCNESS: large eastern province in Achar, specialising in pigs.

  ARTOR THE PLOUGHMAN: the now disbanded Brotherhood of the Seneschal taught that Artor was the one true god. Under His sway, the Acharites initiated the ancient Wars of the Axe and drove the Icarii and Avar from the land. Artor was killed by Azhure and her hounds.

  ASKAM, Prince of the West: son of Belial and Cazna. Zared’s seizure of the title of King of the Acharites and his marriage to Askam’s sister, Leagh, has severely disrupted Askam’s political and economic power.

  AVAR, The: the ancient race of Tencendor who live in the forests of the Avarinheim and Minstrelsea. The Avar are sometimes referred to as the People of the Horn. Their Mage-King is Isfrael.

  AVARINHEIM, The: the northern forest home of the Avar people.

  AVENUE, The: the processional way of the Temple Complex on the Island of Mist and Memory.

  AVONSDALE: province in western Achar. It produces legumes, fruit and flowers. It is administered by Earl Herme.

  AXE-WIELDERS, The: once the elite crusading and military wing of the Seneschal. Once led by Axis as their BattleAxe, the Axe-Wielders are now completely disbanded.

  AXIS: son of the Princess Rivkah of Achar and the Icarii Enchanter, StarDrifter SunSoar. Once BattleAxe of the Axe-Wielders, he assumed the mantle of the StarMan of the Prophecy of the Destroyer. After reforging Tencendor Axis formed his own house, the House of the Stars. He is now the Star God of Song.

  AZHURE: daughter of WolfStar SunSoar and Niah of Nor, and Goddess of the Moon. She is married to Axis. Their children are Caelum, Drago, RiverStar (now dead) and Zenith.

  AZLE, River: a major river that divides the provinces of Ichtar and Aldeni. It flows into the Andeis Sea.

  BANES: the religious leaders of the Avar people. They wield magic, although it is usually of the minor variety.

  BARROWS, The Ancient: the burial places of the ancient Enchanter-Talons of the Icarii people. Located in southern Arcness, the Barrows guard the entrance to the Star Gate.

  BATTLEAXE, The: once the leader of the Axe-Wielders. The post of BattleAxe was last held by Axis. See ‘Axe-Wielders’.

  BARZULA: one of the TimeKeeper Demons, Barzula is the Demon of mid-morning, and of tempest.

  BEDWYR FORT: a fort that sits on the lower reaches of the River Nordra and guards the entrance to Grail Lake from Nordmuth.

  BELIAL: lieutenant and second-in-command in Axis’ army during the fight against Gorgrael. Belial is the father of Askam and Cazna. Now dead.

  BELTIDE: see ‘Festivals’.

  BERIN, Baron: a minor nobleman of Romsdale.

  BOGLE MARSH: a large and inhospitable marsh in eastern Arcness. Strange creatures are said to live in the Marsh.

  BORNEHELD: Duke of Ichtar and King of Achar. Son of the Princess Rivkah and her husband, Duke Searlas, half-brother to Axis, and husband of Lady Faraday of Skarabost. After murdering his uncle, Priam, Borneheld assumed the throne of Achar. Now dead.

  BRACKEN RANGES, The: the former name of the Minaret Peaks.

  BRACKEN, River: the river that rises in the Minaret Peaks and which, dividing the provinces of Skarabost and Arcness, flows into the Widowmaker Sea.

  BRANDON: a soldier in Zared’s force.

  BRIDGE, The: the bridge that guards the entrance into Sigholt is deeply magical. She will throw out a challenge to any she does not know, but can be easily tricked.

  BROTHER-LEADER, The: the supreme leader of the Brotherhood of the now disbanded Seneschal. The last Brother-Leader of the Seneschal was Jayme.

  CAELUM STARSON: eldest son of Axis and Azhure, born at Yuletide. Caelum is an ancient word meaning ‘Stars in Heaven’. Caelum now rules Tencendor.

  CARLON: main city of Tencendor and one-time residence of the Kings of Achar. Situated on Grail Lake.

  CAULDRON LAKE, The: the lake at the centre of the Silent Woman Woods.

  CAZNA: wife to Belial. Now dead.

  CHAMBER OF THE MOONS: chief audience and sometime banquet chamber of the ancient royal palace in Carlon. It was the site where Axis battled Borneheld to the death.

  CHARONITES: a little-known race of Tencendor, they inhabit the UnderWorld. When Drago killed Orr in the chamber of the Star Gate, it is supposed that the race became extinct.

  CIRCLE OF STARS, The: see ‘Enchantress’ Ring’.

  CLANS, The: the Avar tend to segregate into Clan groups, roughly equitable with family groups.

  CLOUDBURST SUNSOAR: younger brother and assassin of WolfStar SunSoar.

  COHORT: see ‘Military Terms’.

  COROLEAS: the great empire to the south of Tencendor. Relations between the two countries are usually cordial.

  CREST: Icarii military unit composed of twelve Wings.

  CREST-LEADER: commander of an Icarii Crest.

  DANCE OF DEATH, The: dark star music that is the counter point to the Star Dance. It is the music made when stars miss their step and crash into each other, or swell up into red giants and implode. Only WolfStar and Azhure can wield this music, although both lost the ability to do so when the TimeKeepers destroyed the Star Gate.

  DAREWING FULLHEART: senior Crest-Leader and Strike Leader of the Icarii Strike Force

  DEMONIC HOURS:

  Dawn: ruled by Mot, a time of hunger.

  Mid-morning: ruled by Barzula, a time of tempest.

  Midday: currently safe until Qeteb is resurrected.

  Mid-afternoon: ruled by Sheol, a time of despair.

  Dusk: ruled by Raspu, a time of pestilence.

  Night: ruled by Rox, a time of terror.

  DISTANCES:

  League: roughly seven kilometres, or four and a half miles.

  Pace: roughly one metre or one yard.

 
Handspan: roughly twenty centimetres or eight inches.

  DOME OF THE MOON: a sacred dome dedicated to the Moon on Temple Mount of the Island of Mist and Memory. Only the First Priestess has access to the Dome, and it was in this Dome that Niah conceived Azhure.

  DRAGONSTAR SUNSOAR: (Also known as Drago.) Second son of Axis and Azhure. Twin brother to RiverStar. DragonStar is also the name of the son StarLaughter SunSoar was carrying when she was murdered by her husband, WolfStar.

  DRIFTSTAR SUNSOAR: grandmother to StarDrifter, mother of MorningStar. An Enchanter and a SunSoar in her own right and wife to the SunSoar Talon. She died three hundred years before the events of this book.