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Caelum's voice cut across the murmuring. "WolfStar, will you speak? Will you offer, for once, some degree of explanation?"
WolfStar, whose eyes had drifted back to Zenith, her own gaze now firmly on the floor, sighed and looked about.
"I threw two hundred and twelve Icarь through the Star Gate," he said bluntly, horrifyingly, into the slight silence that had followed Caelum's request. "I killed them. Including my wife, StarLaughter."
"And her son," FreeFall put in grimly. The SunSoar Talons had long lived with the guilt that one of their number had committed such atrocities.
"We had named him…" WolfStar shifted his weight slightly, hiding the momentary gleam of amusement in his eyes. "We had named him DragonStar."
Utter, horrible silence.
Zared could not believe his ears. DragonStar had been Drago's birth name, given to him by his grandfather StarDrifter, and stripped from him by Azhure when she'd also taken his Enchanter powers and Icarь heritage. Zared risked a look at Drago - the man appeared as frozen as a trapped hare, his eyes locked with WolfStar's.
"Imagine my amusement," WolfStar continued, now moving his gaze about the room, "when I discovered that StarDrifter, insipid fool that he is, had unwittingly named you after my lost son."
Caelum took a step forward, his eyes sharp, his voice heavy with angry power. "Is this your manipulation, WolfStar? Did you twist StarDrifter's mind so that you could enjoy your amusement and our discomfort so many years later?"
WolfStar laughed merrily, driving the witting cruelty yet deeper into Drago's heart, and waved a casual hand. "No. It was sheer coincidence. Or maybe Fate. I do not know."
He looked back at Drago. "I believe, Drago, that had you not mishandled your infancy so badly you would have grown into an Enchanter unparalleled in the history of the Icarь. As my DragonStar would have done."
Drago was now staring fixedly at a lamp far across the room, as if he could not trust himself to look at WolfStar.
"And yet here my unfortunate brother is," RiverStar said, unable even in this crisis to control her vicious tongue, "a cripple in every sense save the physical one. Even then, I hear the kitchen girls laugh behind his -"
"Hold your tongue, girl!" Zared had heard enough, and gods knew what Drago was going through. "Enough, RiverStar! Can you not see or understand what Drago is feeling? Can you not feel his pain?"
Drago looked at Zared with complete astonishment, and Zared wondered if this was the first time in his life someone had actually spoken on his behalf.
RiverStar slowly stood to her feet, furious that this… this mortal had spoken so harshly to her. "Do not forget, uncle," she hissed, "that I also witnessed Gorgrael tear Caelum from Imibe's arms because of Drago's persistent jealousy, and I watched as Gorgrael sliced the flesh from Imibe's bones. I believed then," she turned her gaze to Drago, "that he would direct Gorgrael to my murder as well. I feared for my own life. That is a fear, Zared, that twists and warps."
Along with everyone else, Caelum was looking at his sister. But he had lost all sense and understanding of being in this chamber. All he could see was the horror of Gorgrael plummeting from the sky, all he could feel was the terror of knowing his brother had plotted to kill him by the vilest means possible.
For decades Caelum had fought to bury that memory, fought to forget the frightful weeks he'd spent trapped in Gorgrael's Ice Fortress, fought to heal himself of the scars on his soul as his body had healed itself of the scars inflicted by Gorgrael's talons.
But now the emotions and words of this room had called it all back, brought the fear and the pain and the uncertainty slithering to the surface again.
He blinked, blinked again, and finally managed to control himself. He was beyond that now, far beyond it.
Surely. His eyes drifted to Drago, and a lump of unreasoning fear rose in his throat.
And Zared thought to defend Drago? Why? Was he in league with Drago?
FreeFall watched the emotions flow over the faces of Axis' children. Fear, hatred, bitterness, sadness - all were evident. How is it, FreeFall thought, that Axis and Azhure united a land so deeply divided, yet left a brood of children separated by such appalling antipathy that they can barely keep themselves from each other's throats?
He sighed, and spoke. "WolfStar, is this coincidence of naming of any consequence?"
"No, FreeFall. None. It is not even surprising, when you think about it. The son whom StarLaughter carried was very, very powerful, and DragonStar was an appropriate name for him. Azhure also carried an immensely powerful son, and DragonStar was also an appropriate name for that baby."
"And yet as I was stripped of name and heritage," Drago said, his voice under tight control, "so was he. Both DragonStars doomed just before or just after birth."
Caelum stared flatly at him. "WolfStar's son did not deserve his fate, Drago. You did."
Drago visibly winced, and dropped his eyes. But WolfStar grinned impishly at him. Oh, but he did, he did, he thought, his mind masked from all the other Enchanters in the room. Like you, Drago, my son plotted to steal my heritage as you plotted to steal Caelum's. Maybe it is something to do with the name…
"Continue, WolfStar," Caelum said, his eyes still on Drago. "We have not yet got beyond the front gate of your explanation."
WolfStar shook himself from his entertaining train of thought. "I killed two hundred and twelve," he repeated. "I threw them through the Star Gate in my obsession to discover a way back. I thought that if one of those children, just one, managed to come back, then I would be able to do so as well."
"You wasted two hundred and twelve lives," FreeFall said flatly.
"At the time I thought it was necessary," WolfStar replied. "I was afraid that the Star Gate held more terrors than wonders. What if someone, some thing, crawled through that could threaten Tencendor?"
"An admirable sentiment," Caelum interrupted, "if only it were true. My father told me you were also intent on expanding your own power."
WolfStar smiled humourlesslv. "No, not entirely. I was genuinely afraid of the potential threat that the Star Gate posed. I wanted to understand all its mysteries, not only to expand my own power, but also to ensure Tencendor's protection.
"Well, to continue. Every Icarь birdman and birdwoman in this room has the right, as the Icarь nation has the right, to sit in judgment for that act. None of the two hundred and twelve came back, and I had lost the two I valued most dearly, StarLaughter and our son. Before I could commit acts of even greater horror, CloudBurst ended my misery, and the misery of the entire Icarь people, with a heavy dagger thrust to my back."
WolfStar twisted in his seat, clearly remembering 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."