WolfStar paused, and when he resumed his voice was hard with truth. "Why are you here? Why?

Why come back?"

Chapter 30

The Unexpected Heavens

As StarDrifter had said, Axis had more than enough help without begging assistance from anyone.

Sanctuary was peopled with helpers, and while few as yet realised the imminent danger that faced Sanctuary, those that did were numerous enough, and eager enough, for what Axis needed.

There was the Lake Guard, twiddling their thumbs about now that DragonStar had no immediate need for them. There was Zared, and the vast army and loyalty he commanded. The Icarii numbered in their tens of thousands, and while Axis had only told FreeFall and EvenSong and their immediate aides about the demonic danger facing Sanctuary, they could command enough Icarii into the sky to blot out even Sanctuary's apparently limitless light.

"Just a few score will do," Axis had said, smiling.

Now he, Azhure, Zared and FreeFall stood about on one of the larger balconies of the main palace complex, Katie clutching Azhure's skirts as she had once clutched Faraday's. Katie had been very, very quiet in the past few hours, and while Azhure had worried about it, and tried to ask the girl what was wrong, Katie had only shaken her head and refused to speak.

The Mother's death had made her fully conscious of the terms of her own sacrifice.

A light, warm breeze blew over the balcony, tugging at coat and shirt-sleeves and wrapping the folds of Azhure's gown about her body. Zared, tired of the inaction, wandered listlessly about the balcony itself. It was tiled in a wondrous translucent turquoise, and it had salmon crystal columns supporting a balustrade of the same material.

"Not something I would have commissioned myself," he said dryly.

"It could be," Azhure said, one of her hands absently ruffling Katie's hair, "that the original Enemy had a more ostentatious taste in colour and vibrancy than their later children."

"And it could be," FreeFall said, walking to the balustrade and looking out over the orchards and fields spread out below them before turning back to the others, "that Sanctuary is merely storing all the colour and vibrancy that has been lost above. Tis no wonder, perhaps, that at times it appears a trifle gaudy."

Axis sighed, and restrained the urge to pace about restlessly. Where were the scouts he'd sent out hours ago? Was there no news?

"Storage for no reason," he said, folding his arms and tapping a foot impatiently, "if Sanctuary is about to collapse about us."

Axis' eyes flitted skywards as if he could see the cracks appearing in the sky already. He remembered how the wards covering the Star Gate had sickened and died, and he thought that much the same would eventually happen to the skies of Sanctuary.

I curse Isfrael, he thought, and then let his mouth twist wryly. He had spent the past forty years cursing the wrong son; he would have done better to raise Drago in love rather than hate.

But would love have tempered him into the man he is now?

"What are the other Star Gods doing?" Zared asked.

Azhure glanced at Axis, and then shrugged elegantly. "The events of the past few months have been, I think, rather too much for them."

"They can't cope?" Zared raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "What sort of gods are they, then?"

Axis gave a harsh laugh. "None of us are gods any more, Zared. For Adamon, and Xanon, as for the others, the shock was overwhelming. They lost contact with their mortality over the tens of thousands of years they revelled in their immortality. It is no wonder they find it difficult to adjust. For Azhure and myself," he lifted a hand, and briefly touched his wife's hair, "the shock was less, although still profound.

Our mortality was still close, and..."

"And we have slipped the more easily back into its restrictions," Azhure finished for him.

"The other once-gods now tend to keep to themselves, hating their uselessness."

"And now," Zared said, looking at Axis, "you have a use once more. Get us out of here, Axis!" Zared's voice rose, and he stepped three or four paces towards Axis. "Get us out of here! Leagh is up there somewhere," he gestured impotently towards the sky, "and I need to be with her."

"I will do what I can, Zared," Axis said quietly, and stepped close enough to place a hand on his brother's arm. "But we can do nothing —"

"Axis!" It was FreeFall, pointing to the sky.

Eight Lake Guardsmen and women were circling high above their heads, and one by one dropped lower towards the balcony.

WingRidge was the first to land. "StarMan," he said, and saluted.

Axis' heart gave a lurch at the title. It had been years — years! — since anyone had called him that ... and to use such a tone of respect...

"Yes?" he said.

WingRidge waved an arm helplessly, and Axis felt despair wriggle its vicious way through his body.

Nothing, then.

"Nothing," WingRidge said.

"Nothing?" Azhure said.

WingRidge sighed as the other members of the Lake Guard unit settled about him. "We overflew all of Sanctuary that we could," he said.

"But not all?" FreeFall queried.

"Then why are you back here?" Zared said.

WingRidge shot him an irritated glance. The groundwalkers always thought they knew everything!

"We are back because we have overflown all of Sanctuary that anyone possibly could even in an infinite number of years," WingRidge said, turning so that he talked exclusively to Axis. At least this man had some patience!

WingRidge paused, gathering his thoughts, and trying to find the phrases he needed to explain what was almost unexplainable.

"If there were only twelve people who needed Sanctuary," WingRidge finally said, his voice soft and reflective, "then Sanctuary would make itself big enough for twelve people. If twelve million needed Sanctuary, then it would make itself big enough for twelve million. We ... we flew as far as we could ...

but we will never be able to reach Sanctuary's limits, Axis, because —"

"Because Sanctuary simply keeps expanding itself as you fly towards its current limits," Zared said.

"It is merely being helpful, and expanding to fit the perceived need."

WingRidge blinked, reassessing his previous ill-tempered thoughts regarding the man. "Yes. As we flew outwards, we could see Sanctuary expanding itself in the distance. New vistas kept expanding themselves. Continuously. The faster we flew, the faster the vistas unfolded before us. There is no end to Sanctuary, and no back wall. It's too damn helpful and far too cursed accommodating!"

"Stars," Axis said weakly. He turned away and walked a few steps, trying to sort out his thoughts.

Very well, so there was no physical back door, but surely there must be something else they could do, something they could find ...