Enchanter: Book Two of the Axis Trilogy. Sara Douglass

“We are an archer force. What can possibly attack us in the air?” EvenSong made a point of not calling her brother Strike-Leader. Axis suspected she wanted to provoke him into disciplining her in front of the other members of her Wing, but he ignored her jibes.

      FarSight CutSpur leaned over the railing of the observation gallery. “She may be right, Strike-Leader. We are vulnerable only to arrows, yet with the tactics we have been working out over the past two weeks soon arrows from below will become only a minor consideration. What will grappling with Belial’s Groundwalkers teach us?”

      Axis smiled, but his eyes were cold. “Already Gorgrael’s SkraeBolds can fly. Once he knows I command your Strike Force he will plan counter-measures. FarSight CutSpur, fellow Strike Force members, you will almost certainly have to fight for your lives at some point with creatures that will attack you in the air. The battle for Tencendor will be a bloody affair on land and in the air. It will not always be fought at the safe distance of an arrow flight but hand to hand, wing to wing. Training with Belial’s battle-hardened men will teach you instinctive aggression. Learn it … or die.”

      A number of the Icarii looked visibly shocked. Although their training under Axis had been hard, they had comforted themselves with the thought that they were almost impossible to attack while in the air. Now they had to think again.

      Axis’ eyes circled the assembled Icarii. “Each of you should arm yourself with a good blade. Knives can be carried easily, concealed even more easily, and will save you when another grapples you and restricts your movement, whether in the air or on the ground. Learn how to kill at close quarters. Azhure.”

      Azhure, who had been standing unobtrusively against the side wall of the chamber, narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

      “Come.” Axis beckoned impatiently, his eyes on the Icarii fighters.

      Azhure walked over to Axis, doubt about his motives making her hesitant.

      “Pick up that stave on the floor,” he said as she stopped before him, “and see if you can find a way to knock me off my feet.”

      Her every movement wary, Azhure leaned down to the stave.

      At precisely the moment her eyes left him Axis moved as swiftly as a striking cat, his booted foot catching Azhure squarely in the small of her back. She grunted as she fell on top of the stave. Axis leaned down, wound his fingers into the thick twist of hair at the crown of Azhure’s head, hauled her to her feet, and manoeuvred her head into the classic handhold needed to twist an enemy’s head until the spine snapped.

      But in the instant before his hands could fatally tighten on her head and jaw, Axis felt the blade of a knife lightly pierce the skin of his belly.

      Azhure’s eyes were furious as they stared into his.

      Axis laughed softly. Azhure had reacted as quickly and as decisively as he’d hoped. He let her head go and stepped back, dropping one hand to gently clasp her wrist and pull the knife away from his belly.

      “Azhure came closer to killing me with that knife than any member of the Strike Force has come to bruising me with a stave,” he said finally, his eyes not leaving Azhure’s face. “I hesitated with the kill and now I should be dead instead. Azhure, I am grateful you stayed that knife.” He looked around at the Icarii. “Azhure has shown you two lessons. The deadliness of even a small knife in close combat, and the need to develop that instinct to attack without the slightest hesitation – even if your enemy has got a death grip on you.”

      Axis let Azhure’s wrist go and then turned to face the Icarii. After a moment Axis heard a faint movement behind him as Azhure sheathed the knife.

      “Enough for today,” he said mildly. “But remember the lessons. Once you begin to train with Belial’s men you will develop the killer instinct quickly or risk losing more than a few of your proud feathers. SpikeFeather, you may dismiss your command.”

      As the Icarii filed from the chamber, Axis climbed the ladder into the gallery and stood talking quietly with FarSight, organising a meeting of all the Strike Force commanders so he could discuss future training plans. Although he hadn’t yet discussed it with FarSight or RavenCrest, Axis planned on leaving Talon Spike for some weeks after Beltide in early Flower-month. Axis needed to complete his training elsewhere – as well as fulfil a vow – and he wanted the Strike Force to continue training in his absence.

      When he turned back into the chamber, Axis saw that only Azhure was left. She stood in a far corner, lifting the Wolven from a hook on the wall and slinging its accompanying quiver over her shoulder.

      Axis stood a moment, a soft smile playing about his mouth, then he leapt down to the floor of the chamber and silently walked towards her. Azhure gave a small jump of surprise when she saw him standing only a few paces away.

      “I am sorry,” he said, “that I used you so poorly. But if I had warned you, you would not have reacted so swiftly or so reflexively. Not only were you the only one I trusted to react so instinctively, you were the only one present I could trust to stay the knife. Even so,” he fingered his belly gingerly, “you have added one more scar to my growing collection.”

      Azhure relaxed a little. “I had to stay the impulse to slide that knife all the way in, Axis, but I thought you should suffer a little for the ache you caused my scalp.”

      “Are you going to practise with the bow?”

      “Yes.” Azhure fingered the bow, and Axis wondered at her smile as she touched the weapon.

      “I see you have a quiver full of new arrows. Should I blame SpikeFeather’s tattered appearance on those blue-feathered arrows?”

      Azhure laughed. “He did not think I could use the Wolven. He was willing to bet his own pride and feathers, on it.”

      “It was a lesson not only SpikeFeather, but most of the Icarii, will not readily forget. The Wolven is one of their greatest treasures.”

      Azhure’s smile faded. “Should I give it back?”

      “No. I think the Wolven chose you. It is an enchanted thing.”

      Azhure looked down at the beautiful bow she held in her hands. “But the Wolven let SpikeFeather use it.”

      Axis remembered a conversation he had overheard between SpikeFeather and EvenSong several days ago. “It took SpikeFeather nine years before he fully mastered the Wolven – and he is the only one who has been able to use it in some four thousand years. It was only late last year that he managed it.” Axis paused. “It is as if the Wolven knew you were coming and finally let SpikeFeather use it so he would pick that bow to demonstrate for you. The Wolven tells you it wants you, Azhure. It is yours.”

      She ran her fingers gently through its blue and scarlet silken tassels. “Then it honours me, though I know not why.” She raised her smoky eyes. “Enchanted, you say?”

      Axis reached out and ran his fingers along the string of the bow. “WolfStar SunSoar made it, many thousands of years ago. WolfStar was the most powerful of the Enchanter-Talons – there has never been another like him.” He stopped, considering. Due to his extraordinary power, WolfStar’s name had cropped up many times during Axis’ training, but curiously StarDrifter and MorningStar had evaded his occasional questions about the mysterious ninth Enchanter-Talon. After a moment Axis continued. “He wove enchantments into the bow’s making. No-one really knew what. No-one has been able to see.” He dropped his hand. “I cannot see. It is as though a film of ice covers the bow’s soul. I can see the shape of the enchantments, but they are hazy, out of focus. I can hear them, especially when you use the bow. But the music fingers at the extreme edge of my hearing, and I cannot quite catch the tune. WolfStar took his enchantments and the key to the Wolven to the grave with him.”

      “You will prevail even without the knowledge of the ancient Icarii Enchanter-Talons, Axis.”

      Axis’ mouth quirked at the absolute certainty in her voice. “With the faith of such as you by my side then I am bound to,” he said softly. Their eyes