Enchanter: Book Two of the Axis Trilogy. Sara Douglass

where they might have actually seen the wraiths approach. What would I have done differently? I would have had the Strike Force ready to strike, FarSight, and I would not have allowed the Yuletide rites to go ahead with so many people packed into one place waiting to be killed!”

      “We could not have known the Skraelings were going to attack!” RavenCrest shouted, self-reproach raising his voice.

      “What?” Axis said, turning to his uncle, who subsided back onto his stool at the expression on his nephew’s face. “What? You knew they were massing to the north of the Avarinheim. You knew that the Prophecy walked, that Gorgrael was ready to drive his Ghostmen south. What do you mean you did not know they were going to attack?”

      Again there was silence for a full minute. Axis slowly shifted his gaze from face to face, knowing he had struck home. He walked back to the window and watched the Icarii manoeuvre in the sky.

      “How did you lose the Wars of the Axe?” he asked finally. “How did you let yourself be driven from the southern lands? How could you let Tencendor be destroyed?”

      “The Acharites – the Axe-Wielders – were too fierce,” FarSight replied grudgingly. “They hated too much. We could not withstand them.”

      “I have spent years with the Axe-Wielders,” Axis said. “I was their leader for five of them. I know what they are capable of. And I know that no ground force, no matter how motivated by hatred, could do so well against an airborne force unless that force was pitifully weak to start with. You should have won the Wars of the Axe.” He paused, then repeated his words to drive his message home. “You should have won. Why didn’t you? Why?”

      “We lacked the determination,” said FarSight CutSpur, almost whispering. “We were so horrified that the Acharites had actually attacked that we fled instead of fighting. We lacked the resolve. We lacked – lack – the instinct to attack and defend the instant it is needed.”

      Axis nodded. “Good. Shall I tell you your other major flaw?”

      FarSight, as the others in the room, stared at him levelly.

      “Your Icarii pride constantly leads you to underestimate your opponents. You underestimated the ill will the Acharites bore you, which fed their desire to drive you from Tencendor. You underestimated their fierceness and their determination in doing just that. You underestimated Gorgrael’s ability to drive his Skraelings through the Avarinheim to attack the Earth Tree Grove. And most recently SpikeFeather underestimated Azhure’s ability to use the Wolven, leading to the loss of one of your most prized weapons. Have I made my point?”

      FarSight CutSpur nodded once, jerkily.

      “What do you use the Strike Force for, FarSight?” Just one more humiliation, Axis thought, then he would begin to rebuild their hopes.

      “To scout, to observe and to defend.”

      “Then why call it a Strike Force?” Axis commented dryly. “At the moment you have a force that is incapable of defence, let alone a strike.” He paused to let it sink in, then his face and voice softened. “My friends, you have the makings of an elite force, one that could defeat any other in these lands. But at the moment you have neither the means nor the knowledge to create that elite force from the ineffective one you now have.”

      Axis pulled out the spare stool and sat down among the Crest-Leaders. “You need a war leader,” he said finally. “You need me. You know that. It is why you are all here. Give me the Strike Force. Let me realise its fabulous potential. Let me turn you from birds of paradise into hawks. Killers. Don’t you want to regain your pride? To avenge Yuletide?”

      FarSight glanced at RavenCrest. The Talon looked furious, but he jerked his head in assent. FarSight looked about the table at the other Crest-Leaders, seeking their decision. Slowly, one by one, they inclined their heads.

      FarSight finally turned back to Axis. “You have command, Axis SunSoar.” Stars, he thought, what would my ancestors think now that I hand over command of the Icarii Strike Force to a former BattleAxe?

      Axis nodded. “Thank you. You honour me with your trust and with the command of the Strike Force. I will not fail you, nor will I betray you or your traditions.”

      Gradually the other faces about the table relaxed. “What are your plans?” one of the younger Crest-Leaders asked.

      “I need to watch the Strike Force train,” Axis replied, a small knot of excitement in his belly at the tide. “I need you to tell me what you are capable of, and we all need to talk about what it is we face. Then we can decide what to do.”

      “How will we fight Gorgrael?” Another of the Crest-Leaders leaned forward. “How?” The mood among the Crest-Leaders was quickly turning from shame to eagerness.

      Axis looked about the room. “Eventually we must unite with the Avar and the Acharites. That is the only way we can defeat Gorgrael.” That last they did not particularly like but they realised the need for it. “I have a force of some three thousand men in eastern Achar. Eventually I want the Strike Force to join them. A combined air and ground force will give us our best chance to drive Gorgrael back.”

      FarSight leaned forward. “Yes. Our farflight scouts kept in contact with Belial. The last they saw of him he was leading your three thousand into the southern WildDog Plains.”

      “Why is this the first I have heard of it?” Axis snapped.

      “You have hardly been accessible,” FarSight bit back, then subsided and went on more mildly. “Our Strike Force does have its uses, Axis SunSoar.”

      Axis smiled a little guiltily at the birdman. “I think we both have a good deal to learn about each other, FarSight.”

      FarSight inclined his head. “Then let us tell you about your Strike Force.”

      Azhure hurried along the corridor clutching the Wolven. She was late for archery practice with SpikeFeather’s Wing, delayed by an errand Rivkah had sent her on, and was anxious to get there. Her skill had improved to the extent that she could now match SpikeFeather arrow for arrow, surprising even herself with her aptitude. And next week SpikeFeather had promised to show her some of the skills required to hit a target while both she and it were moving. Azhure could not wait for the new challenge.

      “My dear girl,” a cheerful voice said behind her. “Do you by chance know your way about this rabbit warren?”

      Azhure whirled around, almost dropping the Wolven in shock. Two Brothers of the Seneschal advanced up the corridor towards her, one tall and skinny, the other short and fat. Both had kindly creased faces and haloes of untidy white hair above tattered and stained habits.

      Azhure took a cautious step back and one hand tightened about the Wolven. Her other hand crept towards the quiver of arrows slung about her back.

      “Don’t you recognise us?” the tall Brother asked. “Don’t you remember who we are?”

      Azhure stared at them, then finally relaxed a little. “You’re the two Brothers who were with Axis in Smyrton. Sentinels.” Axis had told her that these Brothers were two of the Sentinels mentioned in the Prophecy.

      “Yes. My name is Veremund,” the tall one said, then turned to indicate his corpulent companion. “And this is Ogden.” Both made courtly bows.

      Azhure shook their hands. “My name is Azhure. I’m sure Axis will be delighted to find you here in Talon Spike. Do you want to see him? He is usually with StarDrifter and MorningStar during the afternoons.” Her archery practice would have to wait for today.

      “My dear, we would be very grateful if you could direct us to him,” Veremund said, and Azhure turned and led them up one of the shafts.

      Axis had spent all morning and the early part of the afternoon with the Crest-Leaders, and he was now feeling exhausted, both physically and emotionally. But he knew he would be so busy with the Strike Force over the coming weeks that he should