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despaired, thinking that this must have been how RiverStar felt when I killed her. I begged her
forgiveness, and then suddenly I was in the Field of Flowers, and I knew no more of Qeteb."
"Ah," DragonStar said.
They sat in silence for another while longer, and then DragonStar stirred. "Where is
DareWing? He should be here somewhere with the Strike Force."
"Oh, he grew impatient," Caelum said, "and thought to save Tencendor all by himself."
"What!"
"He took the Strike Force," Caelum said, "and went back into the wasteland.
Contentedness is not yet their lot."
"Gods!" DragonStar wondered what he should do: go rescue Dare Wing from a situation he might
well be able to control on his own, or go see the one person who might truly tell him the secret of the
book?
Finally DragonStar got to his feet and whistled Belaguez over, tucked the Enchanted Song Book
under his arm and leapt on the stallion's bare back. Best to make sure about DareWing first.
The Alaunt jumped up, milling about the horse's legs.
"Come back," Caelum said, wistfully, and DragonStar nodded, and drew the doorway of
light with his sword.

DareWing wheeled above the ruins of Star Finger, the ghostly apparitions of his force dipping and
swaying about him. He was lost in his memories of his early years spent in and about the mountain. Now
it was broken and destroyed, and would never prove a safe haven for the Icarii race again.
Nothing in Tencendor would, come to that.
"Strike Leader."
A soft voice above his right wing snapped DareWing out of his reverie.
"What is it?"
There was a silence, and DareWing regretted his sharp tone. "I am sorry. What do you need to tell
me, Mirror Wing?"
MirrorWing — or the being that had once been MirrorWing — pointed to a canyon below.
"I think someone down there is trying to attract our attention."
DareWing looked down, and could not stop his exclamation of surprise.

WolfStar thought they'd never see him. Curses! What was wrong with their star-damned eyes?
But then, what were they to start with? The creatures were Icarii-shaped, but their bodies were
indistinct, almost transparent.
And their wings ... WolfStar knew that Enchanters would have committed murder to understand the
spells that made these wings glow with such incandescent colour.
Wolf Star waved an arm slowly, trying to get them to hurry up. Stars, but every movement was
agony! He'd only fallen some twenty or thirty paces — bouncing from rock wall to rock wall —
down the chasm before he'd tumbled onto a rock ledge that sloped backwards under an
overhang. By the time StarLaughter had sent her merriment — her mad, mad merriment —
chasing down the chasm after him, he'd been hidden from view.
And from there WolfStar had painfully, drop by drop, handhold by handhold, clambered to
the bottom of the chasm, and then hauled himself along its rock-littered floor until he'd emerged into
what passed for sunlight in this northern devastation.
And there he'd lain, thinking over StarLaughter's words: Caelum not the StarSon? Well, it
made sense. The idiot had been useless against Qeteb. WolfStar's mouth curled in a small smile. The
true StarSon was still out there somewhere, still controlling power. And WolfStar knew there
was not a man alive he could not manipulate and eventually control. He would regain power again, but
first he needed to know who the true StarSon was.
"Who?" he whispered. "Who?" That bitch StarLaughter had distracted him before he could force an