Read Grail of the Summer Stars (Aetherial Tales) Online
Authors: Freda Warrington
“Mistangamesh,” said a voice above him.
Albin was awake, glaring at him.
Oh, shit
, he thought, as the weight and arctic power of a furious Sibeylan lord descended and flattened him to the floor.
“How dare you invade my domain? Did you summon Qesoth to attack me?”
A snake head poised itself at Mist’s throat, the fangs pricking his skin, so cold they burned. The snake was Albin’s hand. His own Aetherial powers were drained, numb. He was certain this was his last moment, that he’d soon be another ice carving in Albin’s collection.
“No, I did not summon her! I’ve spent days trying to stop her.”
The smooth white forehead wrinkled. “Trying to stop her?”
“She may have transformed into Qesoth, but she is also my sister, Aurata,” he rasped, forcing out the last of his breath. “You won’t win. You deserve each other.”
He thought the blue triad of Albin’s eyes would burst from his head. With a swift, powerful move, the Sibeylan shot upright, dragging Mist off his feet as if he weighed nothing. They were floating above the floor. Albin’s cloak became wings and he was moving towards the embrasure.
Helpless, Mist found himself pushed out into thin air, with the slender stem of the tower dwindling away below. Still holding him, Albin squeezed through and launched himself off the sill. Wings beating, he powered upwards into the fog.
Mist caught a glimpse of deep blue sky, and the gleaming peaks of Sibeylan mountains like islands in a milky ocean.
“Listen to me,” Mist said again. “Neither of you can win.”
In response, Albin dropped him.
First he felt rushing air, then, as he hit the ground—excruciating pain.
He managed to force out an aura, producing a framework of fins that was more a broken umbrella than a set of wings, but enough to ease his landing into a long, painful slide. He lay groaning, laughing weakly at the absurdity of his situation: at the simple fact that he was still alive.
All he could see was the side of the spire, a few rocks, the wretched fog mantle, and a lightning storm tearing the cosmos far above. No sign of Stevie. Apparently he’d landed on the far side of the tower and he must crawl around to find her, if only he could move.
He forced himself to all fours and then to his feet, climbing around the tower’s base with one hand on the wall for support, until he found her again. Her eyes flashed, as if to ask,
What happened?
Plainly she could no longer speak. He drew the three pebbles from his pocket and held them out in the palm of his hand. Their light was dim. Nothing changed. Stevie gazed at him, her eyes bright, intense, desperate, and they both knew that nothing would change unless Albin’s power broke.
Abruptly the storm settled.
A comet streaked towards the ground. The Spiral ceased trembling, utter silence fell. Only the fog remained.
* * *
Stevie saw Aurata land, perhaps thirty paces away down the tumbled rocks. Her aura was a golden oval, hot enough to make the fog hiss into steam. She staggered, then pulled herself upright, every curve of her leonine form expressing fury. Her brightness thinned the haze around her, revealing a wider radius of flat, pallid stone.
Stevie was facing away from the tower, which meant she could observe, over Sam’s shoulder, all that was happening below. Aurata’s glow revealed figures Stevie hadn’t noticed before: a troop of dark-clad Aetherials, draconic in appearance. She saw a taller man in bronze-green ceremonial robes, and a bedraggled, tawny creature whom she realized was Rufus.
“Vaidre Daima and some warriors from Tyrynaia,” Mist murmured. “Floundering.”
Aurata turned around slowly, taking in every detail. Her gaze drifted upward to the tip of Albin’s stronghold. Her face was a smear at this distance, but her reactions were clear enough: frustrated rage, and swift calculation.
“I should go down to them,” said Mist. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”
I’m not going anywhere
, she told him silently.
Be careful.
Before he went, he placed the three pebbles on the lens of the silk-wrapped Felixatus. Stevie saw her own
fylgia
curl protectively around them, like a mother cat around kittens. She would have smiled, if she could. Then she watched Mist stumbling away and realized, her breath catching, that he was physically hurt and moving only by willpower.
A fresh arrival startled her. Albin dropped out of the sky near Aurata.
Stevie observed his wings morphing back into a feathered cloak. Undamaged, untouchable, he looked as swan-pale and arrogant as ever.
He and Aurata faced each other as if nothing else existed. Vaidre Daima’s party moved forward. Albin only stood taller, like a master sorcerer confronting a band of insolent small children. Mist, reaching the troop, put up his arm to signal,
Wait!
“That is Aurata?” said Vaidre Daima. “She must also be captured.”
Stevie heard every word in the silence. At least her Aetherial hearing was still functioning. She guessed, then, that Sam, Luc and Rosie might be aware and listening.
“Right, and how will that help?” said Rufus. “She’s our only defense against Albin, as far as I can see. Got anything better?”
“We need to detain them
both
,” Vaidre added in a chilly tone. “This conflict must cease.”
“Yeah, good luck with that.”
Vaidre Daima called out, “In the name of the Spiral Court, I demand your immediate surrender.”
Albin responded with a sneer. Aurata, not even looking round, asked, “Who is that?”
“I’m Vaidre Daima, elected of the Spiral Court.” His deep voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “My lord Albin Wilder of the House of Sibeyla, I demand your surrender. Under the laws of the Spiral Court, you’ve violated every natural right of Aetherials to live freely in or out of the Spiral.”
“I do not recognize your laws.” Albin stood cold and defiant, his blue eyes and jewel forming a bright triangle in his skull-white face.
“My lady Aurata Theliet Ephenaestus of the Felynx, I demand your surrender also.”
Aurata laughed. “Oh, do try. This battle is between Qesoth and Brawth. You are a mouse trying to place itself between lions.”
“You are both now in the Spiral Court’s custody.” His voice was hoarse. “My authority—”
“Self-appointed, ebbing with every breath. What authority?” said Albin. “Every realm and all Aelyr shall be absorbed by my will. There’ll be no one left to ‘detain’ me.” He pointed at Mist and Rufus. “Did you bring these degenerate Vaethyr to help you? A brave try, but pointless.”
Stevie felt deceptive warmth creeping into her, a desire to sleep. Hopelessly she thought,
If Mist and I hadn’t tried to break Aurata’s power, perhaps she would have defeated Albin—or it might have been like throwing a nuclear warhead into the Spiral. How the hell were we supposed to make the right choice?
“Why?” Vaidre Daima’s tone weakened. He sounded … heartbroken. Indicating Albin’s spectral slaves near the tower, he said, “Why would you do this to your own people, friends, family? Why?”
Albin was unmoved. “You’ve long known my desire for separation of the Spiral from Vaeth. It can’t be a surprise. I tried to persuade, but no one listened. I lost patience. The whole Spiral shall be drowned in elemental fog forever; only the high peaks of Sibeyla will stand clear, where the pure of heart can gather. There are not many of us, I can tell you. The Gates will be frozen, the Spiral sealed.”
“This is an affront to Aelyr and Vaethyr in all realms! You cannot do this!”
Albin’s pale lips flattened. “What is an affront is that some renegade”—he indicated Aurata—“has tried to burn the Spiral to ruins.
That
is your reward for refusing to acknowledge my warnings. Earth-loving traitors—not content with leaking human pollution into our pristine realms—are trying to split the Otherworld at the seams. If not for me, this avatar of Qesoth would have burned us all.”
Aurata listened to all this with mystifying patience.
“Release your white web, Albin,” said Vaidre Daima. “You can’t maintain it. You cannot keep the Gates shut.”
“Oh, can’t I? I have the Gatekeeper—the last of his kind, I trust.”
Vaidre Daima had no answer. Stevie’s breathing quickened: she was horrified to witness his helplessness. Albin went on, “With no one to attend the gates and portals to Vaeth, I can do as I wish. And my first act will be to dissolve the Spiral Court.” He pointed at Rufus. “Ah, look! Is anyone surprised to see Rufus Dionys Ephenaestus at the root of this invasion? You let him go free, Vaidre Daima. Now see the result. He brings creatures of fire to attack us.”
“Hey, I was trying to
stop
her,” Rufus retorted. “Wish I hadn’t bothered! Aurata, I’m sorry. What I wouldn’t give to see this idiot fried by Qesoth’s wrath!”
“Too late now,” Aurata said lightly over her shoulder. “This isn’t your fault, Rufus. I knew you’d betray me. You do the same to everyone.”
“Fair comment, but please. You’re never going to be the new Queen Malikala.”
“That wasn’t my aim.”
“But weren’t we having fun, sweet sister, before this obsession took over? What’s wrong with living for the moment? Why’s everyone got to stamp their jackboots into the world?”
“Oh, that’s fine coming from you, with your boasting about bringing down governments, winning wars single-handed. Fun, Rufus?”
“Well, I’m over it now,” he said in a low tone. “This is how centuries of arrogant self-delusion end. In a bruised heap in the fog. And yet I still love you.”
“And yet I still love
you
,” she echoed. “I was trying to create a new world. Albin is the one who’s intent on destroying it.”
Rufus moved to her side, openly sneering at Albin. “And you dared to put
me
on trial? How do you weigh a few mistakes against your own ruthless dogma? You do realize that once you’ve turned everyone into wraiths, you’ll have no one to preach at?”
“And what a relief that will be.” Albin stared, and Rufus retreated to Mist’s side, his face dark with helpless anger.
Aurata took a step closer to Albin, her presence strangely soft and calm despite her radiant heat. “You had your chance against my brother. Your only concern now is me.”
The Aetherial warriors made no move to approach the pair. They were transfixed, as if Albin and Aurata were central characters in a play. Stevie even saw a few of them unfolding from warrior-shape into a gentler Aelyr form as if they’d entirely forgotten their purpose.
“My lady, do I know you?” Albin said softly. “I think that only someone highborn of Naamon would have the impertinence to challenge me as you have. Show yourself. Show your natural form.”
Aurata gave a small shrug and let her fire slide away like a falling cloak. She stood there in humanoid shape, smaller yet losing none of her presence.
Albin’s face moved. His jaw lengthened. Uncertainty flickered in his eyes.
“Maia?”
“Now you see,” she said.
22
The Eye of the Cauldron
“
Maia?
” Albin’s voice was hoarse with disbelief.
Something was happening to him. Mist saw his power begin palpably to slip. His face turned ashen with plain, numb shock.
“It took you long enough to recognize your onetime wife,” she said bitterly.
“How many centuries since I looked upon your face? Yet as soon as your glamour dropped, I knew you.”
Rufus whispered in Mist’s ear, “What the hell…?” Mist murmured a curt explanation, and Rufus gasped, “
You knew?
”
Albin said, “I’ve been reviled and condemned by all, even my own family, for my heart of stone. You were the only wisp of heat, my Maia—and when you vanished, the wisp died. I spent eons searching for you, willing you to return.”
“I’m not impressed, Albin,” she retorted. “Your chilly soul drove me away. I didn’t think you would notice I’d gone.”
“Hold on,” Rufus said loudly. “Aurata? You were wedded to this piece of work?”
“I told you I’d had companions. You didn’t ask for details.”
Albin ignored her aside to Rufus. “Oh, I noticed your absence, Maia. I minded. And I cursed you for deserting me.”
“What curse?”
“That for as long as you were away from me, you would never find peace.”
There was a brief, frigid silence. When Aurata spoke, her tone was vitriolic. “Hardly a loving way to tempt me back. A curse? Well, I hope you’re gratified, Albin, my sometime husband, because I haven’t rested. If you were hurt by my departure, you should look more closely at yourself. I’m fiery Naamon to the bone, and you knew it, yet you tried to change me. It was like being held in a prison of ice. I had to leave. It was nothing personal. Simply time for me to move on, that’s all.”
“You could treat our union so lightly? We had a son.”
“I was a poor mother, I admit. Did Lawrence find you any better a father?” No answer came from Albin, only the faintest twitch of discomfort in his face. “The call of other realms is stronger than any blood tie. Especially the call of Vaeth.”
“And that is why I’ve sought to seal the Gates!” Albin was suddenly vehement. “Vaeth corrupts us. Vaeth took Lawrence from me, took my own mother, took you. Earth takes every Aelyr who’s not strong enough to withstand temptation. No one would make a stand but me. I’m doing this to protect those who cannot protect themselves.”
Aurata gave a long-suffering smile. “Ah, Albin, you’ve changed. You’re worse than I remember! It wasn’t only your coldness that drove me away, but your arrogance. You treated me as a possession, but I never was. You didn’t know me.”
His pale lips thinned. “I am wondering who I was searching for. Was ‘Maia’ an illusion? You never told me your true name … and all the time I hunted Rufus, I never dreamed he was your brother. I feel … betrayed, a little.”
“Brother and lover,” Rufus put in, his tone brazen. “It was always me she wanted. Not you, but poor old degenerate
me
.”
Albin’s gaze touched Rufus, spilling contempt. “Nothing you say holds a grain of credibility.”
“Truth hurts,” Rufus persisted. “She was with me in the days of Azantios. Now she’s with me again. Some Aelyr are bonded forever; nothing can pull us apart, and you lost this one. Tough luck.”