The Serpent Bride

by Sara Douglas

  He approached the entrance to an apartment, and the guards standing outside stood back, bowing as one and touching the tips of their spears to the floor.

  Isaiah ignored them.

  He strode through the door, through the spacious room that served as the day chamber of the apartment,

  then into the bedchamber. He stopped just inside the door, more than mildly displeased to see that Ba'al'uz hovered just behind the physician, who bent over the man lying on the bed.

  Both Ba'al'uz and the physician bowed when they saw Isaiah, and the physician stepped back from the bed.

  "His condition?" Isaiah said.

  "Much better, Excellency," said the physician. "The nausea has subsided, and his muscles grow stronger.

  I expect that within a day or two he can begin to spend some time out of bed."

  "Good," said Isaiah. "You may leave."

  As the physician collected his bag, Isaiah switched his gaze to Ba'al'uz. "You also."

  "I was here merely to sate my curiosity as to the health of your guest," said Ba'al'uz. "I apologize if this has displeased you."

  You were here to spy for your true lord and master, thought Isaiah. He did not speak, but merely regarded Ba'al'uz with his steady black gaze.

  Ba'al'uz repressed a sigh, bowed slightly, then followed the physician from the room.

  Once Isaiah had heard the outer door close behind them, he relaxed slightly and walked to the side of the bed.

  The man who lay there was of an age with Isaiah, in his late thirties, but of completely different aspect.

  He was lean and strong, not so heavily muscled, and his shoulder-length hair, pulled into a club at the back of his neck, was the color of faded wheat. His close-shaven beard was of a similar color, while his eyes were pale blue, and as penetrating as those of a bird of prey.

  His entire aspect had an alien cast, but that was not surprising, thought Isaiah as he sat down in a chair close by the man's bed, given his Icarii heritage.

  "You do not like Ba'al'uz," said the man. His voice was a little hoarse, but not weak.

  "I neither like nor trust him," said Isaiah. "He is that most dangerous of madmen, one whose insanity is so difficult to detect that most who meet him think him merely unpleasant."

  "Yet I sense that he is a force at your court," said the man.

  "You know who I am," said Isaiah.

  "I have been asking questions."

  Isaiah gave a small smile. "I would have expected nothing else from you. But as to your observation...Yes, Ba'al'uz is a force at my court. He is useful to me."

  "I suspect he is too dangerous for you to move against."

  Isaiah burst into laughter. "We shall be friends, you and I." He hesitated slightly. "Axis SunSoar."

  Axis grunted. "I thought no one knew my name. I was reveling in the idea of such anonymity that I might invent my own past and name to suit."

  "I wanted to be sure that you would live before I told anyone your name and history."

  "Were you the one who pulled me from the afterlife?"

  "Yes."

  "Then you are far more than just a `tyrant,' Isaiah."

  Isaiah gave a small shrug. That is of no matter at the moment. "Tell me how you feel. There have been times since I pulled you from the water when my physicians feared they might lose you to death."

  Axis rested back against the pillows, not entirely sure how to respond. He'd been walking with his wife,

  Azhure, along a cliff-top coastline in the strange Otherworld of the afterlife when he'd felt a terrifying force grab at his entire being. He'd gasped, grabbed at Azhure, and then pain such as he'd never felt before enveloped him, and the world of the afterlife had faded. All he could remember was Azhure,

  reaching for him, and then the utter shock of finding himself caught by tangled reeds at the bottom of a lake, unable to breathe, unable even to fight the grip of the reeds because every muscle in his body was so weak they would not, could not, respond to his needs.

  "Weak," Axis said finally, "but improving. Eager to get out of this bed."

  "Good," said Isaiah. "I am glad of it."

  "Why am I here, Isaiah? Why drag me back from death?" Axis gave a soft, bitter laugh. "I do not think I

  made a great success at my last life, so I cannot think why you need me here now."

  "Not a great success? You fought off an army of Skraelings, and resurrected an ancient land." Isaiah hesitated. "Skills that might possibly be useful again."

  Axis shot Isaiah a sharp look, but did not speak. Skraelings?

  "You became a wielder of great magic," Isaiah continued, "and discovered yourself a god. You--"

  "Completely underestimated the problems in trying to unite ancient enemies together in the one land,

  made a complete mess of raising my own children, and then watched everything I had fought so hard for disintegrate into chaos and, eventually, death." Axis paused. "How long has it been since..."

  "Since Tencendor vanished from the face of the earth? About five years."

  "You know that I have no powers now. All the Icarii lost their powers of enchantment when the Star Gate was destroyed and we lost contact with the Star Dance. Isaiah, I am not a god anymore, I am not an Icarii Enchanter anymore, I am hardly even a man--I can barely feed myself my noonday soup. Why am I back? Why do this to me? I was at peace in death, curse you!"

  "I apologize, Axis. I needed you."

  "For what? For what?"

  "For the moment, just to be my friend."

  Axis fought back a black anger that threatened to overwhelm him. "You could not buy yourself a friend in the marketplace?"

  "You have no idea how much I need a friend," Isaiah said very softly. "Someone I can trust. Perhaps you have mishandled much of your life, Axis SunSoar, but from what I know of you, you did know how to be a friend very, very well."

  Axis closed his eyes. He did not know what to say. He did not want to be here, not back in this life, not back in a world where there was no Star Dance, nor any family.

  "Am I a prisoner?" he said eventually.

  "No," Isaiah said, "although you will notice guards about you. I seek only to protect you."

  "Of course you do," Axis said.

  "Get strong, Axis SunSoar," Isaiah said softly. "Get strong, and then we shall see."

  Ba'al'uz may have been more than slightly insane, but he was no fool, he paid attention to world affairs,

  and he had a very good idea who the man was that Isaiah had hauled from Lake Juit.

  So what did Isaiah want with a failed god?

  From Axis' apartment Ba'al'uz wandered slowly through the palace complex of Aqhat until he entered a courtyard in its western boundary. From here he walked through a gate and down to the River Lhyl, the lifeblood of Isembaard.

  Ba'al'uz stood at the edge of the river for an hour or more, uncaring of the hot sun. He did not use this time to admire the river, as beautiful and tranquil as it was, but instead stared as if transfixed across to the far bank where, at a distance of perhaps half an hour's ride, rose an extraordinary pyramid clad in shimmering blue-green glass and topped with a capstone of golden glass that sent shafts of light reflecting back at the sun.

  DarkGlass Mountain.

  Ancient. Unknowable.

  Alive.

  Twenty years ago it had suddenly whispered to Ba'al'uz. Sweet whispers, very gentle at first, offering Ba'al'uz power and friendship, the two things Ba'al'uz craved most.

  Its name, it told him, was Kanubai.

  Ba'al'uz knew a little of the history of DarkGlass Mountain. He knew it had been built some two thousand years earlier by a caste of priests who had hoped to use the pyramid to touch Infinity. He knew there had been a small catastrophe associated with the priests' attempts to open the pyramid to Infinity, a catastrophe which resulted in the pyramid being dismantled and the caste of priests disbanded and scattered to the wind.

  Dismantled.

  Ba'al'uz looked at the pyramid, and
smiled. What was once dismantled could always, with some effort,

  be resurrected.

  But Ba'al'uz had never heard the name Kanubai associated with the pyramid. So Ba'al'uz had spent many of his free hours, over a period of almost a year, hunting down rare scrolls and manuscripts in the tyrant's personal library (generally at night, when the tyrant was preoccupied with one of his wives, and not likely to come to the library looking for something to send him to sleep).

  One day Ba'al'uz discovered a scroll which told of the legend of Chaos--Kanubai.

  That had not been a good day, for as he'd read the legend through, Ba'al'uz realized that the great being known as Kanubai was preparing for escape. The damned incompetent ancient priests must have unknowingly built their pyramid atop the very abyss where Kanubai was interred, and when they had opened the pyramid into Infinity...the stopper over the abyss had cracked.

  Now Kanubai was seeking out helpers, for that great day when he would finally break free.

  Like most of the insane, Ba'al'uz was a complete pragmatist. There was nothing he could do to stop Kanubai, and everything to gain if he aided him. Kanubai would be grateful when he finally stepped into the sunshine, and more than ready, perhaps, to repay those who had helped him.

  Since then, Ba'al'uz had become the whisperer's devoted servant, willing to do all he could to aid him.

  For the moment, that was little more than keep his eyes and ears open.

  Great Lord, Ba'al'uz whispered.

  He felt Kanubai's interest, although the god did not speak.

  An unusual event. Isaiah has brought back from the dead a man who I believe to be Axis SunSoar,

  former lord of the Icarii people in Tencendor. A man who was once of great power, but who is now powerless, and helpless. I do not know why Isaiah wants him, and I do not know how Isaiah managed to drag him out of death.

  Isaiah is my enemy, Kanubai said. His voice sounded thick and a little muddled in Ba'al'uz' mind, but it was much clearer than it had been twenty years ago, when Ba'al'uz had struggled to understand the god.

  The fact that Kanubai's voice was now so much clearer meant that Kanubai was much, much closer than once he had been.

  And mine, said Ba'al'uz. I dislike him intensely. Shall I kill him for you?

  Kanubai did not respond, and Ba'al'uz could feel his interest seeping away.

  I will watch for you, said Ba'al'uz. Inform you, as needed.

  Do that, said Kanubai, and then his presence was gone, and Ba'al'uz blinked, and was once more aware of his surroundings.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Baron Lixel's Residence, Margalit

  The negotiations between Maximilian, King of Escator, and Lady Ishbel Brunelle took many days, the process not helped by the marked hostility between Ishbel and StarWeb. Lixel was beginning to wish Maximilian had never included StarWeb in his delegation, for the birdwoman was proving more than awkward to deal with. Coupled with this was the fact Ishbel was conducting her own negotiations,

  unheard of when generally a woman's parents or legal guardians did the negotiating on her behalf.

  But then, this wasn't precisely a normal family situation, was it?

  By the third day of the negotiations, Lixel had become painfully aware that without StarWeb they might have concluded the entire deal within a brief three hours, and that mostly spent deciding over which wine they'd prefer to settle the matter. He wasn't sure how much latitude Maximilian had given StarWeb, but was beginning to suspect the Icarii woman was overstepping the bounds.

  The matter of the dowry, the lands, the manorial rights, the riches, and the marriage itself, all hung on one issue. According to StarWeb, Maximilian insisted that while a marriage ceremony could take place, the marriage would not be officially ratified, or made legal, until Ishbel produced a live child.

  At that Ishbel had balked. "A marriage is between a man and a woman," she insisted. "It does not depend on children for legality."

  "Nonetheless," StarWeb countered, "children are important to Maximilian, and the marriage will be as nothing to him without them."

  "It is an insult to me," Ishbel said, "to suggest that I am nothing without the production of children. That I

  am nothing but a vessel in which to carry a child."

  The talks had centered on this argument for almost three days, and Lixel was despairing of finding any way round it. He tended to side with Ishbel. It was insulting to her to hinge the marriage's legality on the production of live children; a marriage was far, far more than the children it created...it was an alliance between a man and a woman, between their families and their lands, and the children were incidental, if generally much desired and loved.

  Lixel had also begun to half suspect that these demands made of Ishbel were in the manner of a test.

  Maximilian, through StarWeb, was pushing Ishbel as far as he dared, perhaps to see what manner of woman she was.

  Or perhaps what manner of offer she truly represented.

  "What Maximilian would like," StarWeb said for the hundredth time, "is that you meet and, if all is agreeable, that a civil marriage ceremony take place...between the man Maximilian and the woman Ishbel, if you like. Once a child is born, then the marriage becomes a legality, between the King of Escator and the Lady Ishbel Brunelle."

  "The child would be a bastard," Ishbel said, as she had been saying for three days.

  "Not so," said StarWeb. "There has already been a marriage ceremony...it just has not been ratified.

  The child would not be regarded as a bastard at all."

  Lixel closed his eyes, trying to summon the strength to step in and try to mediate some compromise. But before he could do so, Ishbel spoke again.

  "Perhaps if Maximilian would agree not to wait until the child is born to ratify the marriage, but to do so when it is clear that I carry Maximilian's child."

  Lixel opened his eyes, astounded at this concession on Ishbel's part. There had been no hint of it until now, but to give way that much ground...even if the concession had been days in the arriving...

  "Done!" said StarWeb. "Marriage shall be ratified when you are pregnant...and in Ruen."

  "Accepted," said Ishbel. "Although the dowry won't be Maximilian's until the marriage is ratified, either.

  Until then, I remain in control of all properties and rights."

  Lixel looked at StarWeb, sure she would object. To his surprise, she inclined her head. "Then I am sure Maximilian will be most keen to get you pregnant," she said. "You shall surely not lack any attention from your husband."

  "That's going too far, StarWeb," Lixel put in, noting that Ishbel had colored faintly at that last. "You overreach yourself."

  StarWeb shrugged, not in the slightest bit apologetic, and Lixel thought he'd best regain some control of the situation.

  "It is a long and arduous journey between Margalit and Ruen, my lady," he said to Ishbel. "May I

  suggest, should Maximilian be agreeable to the terms mooted about this table, that you meet halfway?

  Perhaps at Pelemere? That way, it is not so far distant for either of you to return home if, at the eventual meeting, you don't suit each other."

  Ishbel hesitated, then inclined her head. "Agreed," she said, and StarWeb smiled.

  "Then I shall return immediately to Ruen," she said, "and put it to Maximilian. I am sure he shall agree."

  She rose. "At Pelemere then, my lady," and with that she stepped to the window and lifted out into the gloomy sky.

  Ishbel hoped she had done the right thing. She'd held out as long as she could, loathing StarWeb for her persistence, and for putting her, Ishbel, archpriestess of the Coil, into such a vile and humiliating position.

  She hadn't wanted to capitulate at all, but the Great Serpent had been so insistent the marriage take place...and if the only way that it was going to take place was to agree that it need not be ratified until she was pregnant, well then...

  She had not been going to agree, but last night she'd d
reamed that the Great Serpent had appeared before her, on his knees (if a serpent could manage such a feat), reminding her that the marriage must take place. It must. So much depended on it.

  Shaken and worried, Ishbel had capitulated as far as her own pride would allow her.

  Ishbel sighed, her hand creeping over her belly, hesitating, then making the sign of the Coil. She would be unable to get pregnant--if Maximilian thought he'd get an heir out of her then he would be sadly disappointed--because she'd given up all her reproductive abilities when she'd been inducted into the Coil.

  Would it matter?

  No, she decided. A civil marriage would still take place--the marriage would be legal--but the formal union between her and Maximilian, between their lands and wealth and titles, would never eventuate. A

  marriage with the man would surely be enough for the Great Serpent. It was all he had wanted. Surely.

  Ishbel wondered if she even need bed with him. Perhaps she'd manage to find a way around that, as well.

  A thousand leagues to the southwest, Ba'al'uz sat cross-legged in the open window of his chamber in the palace of Aqhat, staring at the great pyramid across the River Lhyl.

  Tonight Kanubai communicated less in whispers than in shared emotion. There was seething resentment directed toward Isaiah, which Ba'al'uz could understand, given his own seething resentment of the tyrant,

  although he did not yet understand why Kanubai should also resent him so much--and with the faintest undertone of fear.

  Ba'al'uz also felt a dark hatred at imprisonment from Kanubai, as well as a cold, terrifying desire for revenge.

  The cold desire for revenge was something Ba'al'uz understood very well.

  And there was something else, a formless worry, that Kanubai enunciated more in emotion than in words.

  Every so often, though, a whispered phrase came through, although what Ba'al'uz was supposed to make of "The Lord of Elcho Falling," he had no idea.

  The Lord of Elcho Falling stirs.

  There was more hatred and worry underpinning that phrase, and so Ba'al'uz decided that he would hate and fear the Lord of Elcho Falling as well.

  He would kill him, he thought, should he ever meet him.