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 ...
"Axis!" he heard Azhure cry in a panicked voice, and he whipped about.
Everyone on the balcony had scattered, most diving for whatever cover chairs or balustrade could offer.
Axis lifted his head, and, in the next instant, instinctively flung himself to one side.
Something very large and black was tumbling out of the sky.
"Well," said Urbeth, picking herself up off the gaudy turquoise-tiled floor of the balcony, "someone's taste is absolutely awful."
Behind her two other icebears were rolling into a sitting position, their faces scrunched up in scowls as they combed out bits of disarranged fur.
And behind the three bears sat a very disgruntled and immensely old woman, clutching a terracotta pot. She was mumbling something under her breath, and from what Axis could hear of it, he was rather relieved she wasn't saying it louder.
Old women weren't supposed to know such gutter oaths.
"Urbeth?" Azhure said weakly, rising to her feet. Katie rose with her, and for the first time in hours she was looking far more relaxed ... almost cheerful. She stared at the pot the old woman was holding and, without further ado, let Azhure go and walked over to Ur, sinking down beside her.
Katie reached out a tentative hand and touched the pot, and her face broke into a sunny smile.
