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answer from her ...
He looked up again at the soft sound of wings. Perhaps a score of the Icarii-creatures
were now only some fifty paces above him, and dropping fast.
With them was a more conventional Icarii birdman — at least he had a solid enough body,
although he was incongruously dressed in a white linen tunic and sandals.
"Well," WolfStar said, as the group landed about him, "at least you do not seem demon-mad, even if
the majority of you look a trifle vitreous. What has happened? Has the loss of the Star Dance bled you of
your solidness?"
"Loss of life," said one, a female by the lightness of her voice, "has made us less fleshy than what we
were wont to be."
"Who are you?" said WolfStar, wondering if he was going to spend the rest of his life asking: Who?
"Who are you?" said the one flesh-solid Icarii among them.
WolfStar rolled slightly so he could stare the birdman in the face. "I am WolfStar SunSoar and I
demand you take me to the StarSon."
The birdman laughed, and, raising his eyes to a spot somewhere behind Wolf Star, said, "I
think he comes to greet you, renegade."
And WolfStar rolled over, groaning, and stared to the east.
A man and a white horse had emerged from a canyon, and the horse's mane and tail dripped with
stars.
"Gods," WolfStar whispered as he finally recognised the man's face.

"Well met, WolfStar," DragonStar said, and grinned. "I should have known that you would somehow
survive the Demons' attentions."
WolfStar could barely manage to keep his face bland as the man dismounted from his horse
and walked towards him. Drago? The StarSon? And, ye gods, feel the power that radiated from
him!
"And I should have known," WolfStar responded softly, "that you'd always find a way to realise
your ambition, Drago."
"DragonStar," he corrected, and squatted by WolfStar's side, running a gentle hand over the
Enchanter's body. "You are hurt. Badly."
"I have been out and about," WolfStar said, "while others donned pretty clothes." He flicked his eyes
over Dare Wing and the members of the Strike Force that had gathered around.
DragonStar's face tightened, but he did not respond to WolfStar's taunt. "Whose blood is
this?"
"Caelum's."
DragonStar rocked back on his heels in surprise. "Caelum's? You were there when Qeteb —"
 "Killed him? Yes. The fool boy, he walked straight onto the tip of the Demon's sword. Had you
enchanted him into stupidity, Drago? Or was it a natural fault ... Caelum ever had a sackful of
those."
DragonStar reached out and buried his fingers in WolfStar's hair, and the birdman winced in pain.
Was everyone going to haul him about Tencendor by the roots of his hair?
"Caelum died a hero's death!" DragonStar said.
"How can you be sure of that?" WolfStar snapped. "Were you watching?"
"What happened?"
WolfStar chose not to respond.
DragonStar gave the Enchanter's head a wrench. "What happened?"
WolfStar growled, and grabbed at DragonStar's hand with both of his own.
DragonStar's grip did not loosen, and WolfStar could not pry him free.
"What happened?" DragonStar gave WolfStar's head such a twist that all present could hear
the bones in the birdman's neck crack.