the feel of the blade sliding in, the taste in his mouth as his lungs filled with blood. “I died, I was entombed, and I walked through the Star Gate.”
“What did you find there, WolfStar?” Caelum’s voice was very, very soft.
“I found … other existences. I found knowledge. I found that life, as death, are but passing dreams.” And there were other things I found and that found me, Caelum StarSon, that I am unwilling to disclose. Not until I am sure there is the need. But this thought WolfStar shared with no-one.
From the corner of his eyes, Zared noticed that Drago had leaned forward slightly, as if caught by the magic of WolfStar’s voice, or perhaps the vistas the Enchanter’s words had prompted in his mind.
“And other worlds, WolfStar,” Caelum asked. “Did you find other worlds?”
“They exist, Caelum. I experienced them – I cannot put it in any other way – but I did not physically visit them. But they are there, yes.”
“Do they harbour races who might invade?” Zared ventured to ask, leaving the enigma of Drago for the moment.
WolfStar blinked. “Races from other worlds? No, no, I think not. I did not sense any threat –”
“Then what of the children you murdered?” Zenith said. Zared was surprised to hear that although her voice was soft, it was strong. “For surely it is they who whispered beyond the Star Gate. Will they come back?”
Her question made WolfStar turn and stare at her for long minutes, as if he were trying to burn every 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.
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.
