Crusader by Sara Douglass

dirt.
    “Spiredore! Its name is Spiredore!”
    “You are such a fount of information,” Qeteb said. “Mother dear.”
    The other Demons giggled.
    StarLaughter quieted, but her eyes never left Qeteb’s form.
    She had been a fool to allow this Demon to steal her son! Could she yet save her boy? Was there something to be done that might mean—
    “Your son died thousands of years ago,” Qeteb said. “Nothing can bring him back. Resign yourself to a worthless and unwanted motherhood, StarLaughter.”
    Her eyes glinted.
    Qeteb took no notice. “Tell me about this tower.”
    StarLaughter thought about remaining silent, but her lust for revenge had imbued her with a strong sense of self-preservation. She knew Qeteb was now only looking for the merest hint of an excuse to kill her.
    Qeteb shifted slightly, and StarLaughter spoke. “Only a very few Icarii have ever been able to use the tower. Its secret was closely guarded.”
    Sheol muttered irritably, but Qeteb sat his mount silently, waiting.
    “Nevertheless…” StarLaughter smiled, remembering how powerful she had once been, and how great her destiny was bound to be, “I have eyes with which to observe, and a mind with which to think—”
    Mot sniggered.
    “—and I believe that the tower will take a person—maybe any who ask it—wherever they wish to go. Even its name points to its actions. It is a spire and it is a door.”
    Qeteb sat, staring at the Icarii woman, knowing she spoke the truth. A useful piece of Enemy magic, then, he thought, and pondered its implications. Could he use it? Perhaps. Was it a trap? Possibly…possibly…
    Could he risk the trap?
    He turned his head and regarded the other Demons. He could send one of them…
    No. Rox was gone—for the moment—and Qeteb did not want to risk the others. Qeteb’s eyes flickered over Niah, but she was an impossible choice. Niah had no soul with which to form the question, let alone a desire strong enough to make Spiredore act.
    Who else?
    Ah, of course! The Midday Demon lifted a mailed hand and beckoned.
    A dark shape spiralled down from the sky and alighted before the Demons. It was StarGrace SunSoar.
    “Great Father,” she said, and bowed before him.
    “StarGrace,” Qeteb said. “I have a task for you.”
    StarLaughter looked at StarGrace, looked at Qeteb, and wondered. Would the Hawkchilds join her in exacting a revenge upon Qeteb (he had stolen her son!), or would they remain blind to the Demon’s duplicity, and continue to obey him?
    StarGrace did not even look at StarLaughter, and bowed her head as Qeteb spoke to her. Once he had finished, she moved quickly to do his bidding.
    And still she did not look at StarLaughter.
    StarLaughter’s mouth thinned. She was alone, then.
    Faraday blinked, and they were standing under a crystal dome in the midst of a field of flowers.
    She blinked again, and she was standing with her four companions in an apple orchard in Sanctuary. A movement caught her eyes. It was DareWing, fully healed, stretching his glossy wings in the sun.
    He smiled at her, but Faraday noted that the expression in his eyes had changed. No doubt, she thought, the expression in all of their eyes had changed.
    “My witches,” said a warm, humorous voice, and Faraday’s smile widened.
    DragonStar rejoined the group from the shade of an apple tree. He regarded them all carefully, and gave each a small nod and a smile, but otherwise made no remark on their final evolution.
    What will he do? thought Faraday, and then the next thought sprang almost immediately into her mind. What will he do with us?
    “Faraday?” said a small voice, and Faraday turned quickly.
    Katie ran out from behind the same tree DragonStar had been sheltering under, and Faraday held out her arms and embraced her.
    “She will stay with us for the time being,” DragonStar said. “But when we venture back into the wasteland it would be safer if she stayed here in Sanctuary.”
    Thank all stars and gods in