their victims in battle rose from the corpse-strewn sands, at least the few still whole enough to do so. The bows to Sau’ilahk from even Beloved’s lowest among the horde were no longer as deep as they had once been.
He ignored them all as he climbed upward through the darkness. Beloved had called amid his dreams. His reward was finally at hand.
At the cavernous entrance, pairs of locatha stood to either side beneath burning braziers upon pike- high poles. Covered in thick scales of muted olive green, except for their ocher underbellies of banded plates, they rose from all fours to full height on their hind legs. Each gripped a spear with a haft thick as a man’s wrist and a head like a Numan broadsword. Their clear eyelids slowly nictitated over black orb eyes. They lowered their long heads with jaws of serrated teeth.
Sau’ilahk did not crane his neck to look up at them. That they stood in his presence was another reminder of how things had changed since the Children’s appearance. Those pale, blood-gorging, undying ones took his glory and had replaced him in Beloved’s prime affection.
That would change this night, as he stepped into the mountain.
He paced through seemingly endless tunnels, always downward. He wandered into the deep, where even sparse braziers along the rough walls thinned and were soon gone altogether. There was only darkness as he stepped purposefully through the sanctuary of his god.
To be called here, after so long since his plea, was a good sign. Though others had come here over the years, some called and some not, only he had ever returned. . . .
Except for the Children.
Finally he reached a chasm, guessing the distance of its near edge by the changing sound of his footfalls’ echoes. Uncertain whether he should raise a light, defiling this sacred place, he could not see how else to go on.
Sau’ilahk raised his hand and filled his mind’s eye with scintillating glyphs and sigils. A spark ignited in the air, and he quickly dulled its sharp white to amber, hoping this would be less offensive.
He stood upon the chasm’s lip, but its depth was beyond the reach of his conjured light. It did not go straight down but twisted with broken sides, as if torn open ages ago by something immense that ripped wide the bowels of the earth. Above was the same, a great gash that rose into the peak somewhere high above. Across the chasm on the other side, he saw another wound in the mountain’s stone.
It was so large a dozen pachyderms could have fit through it.
But there was no bridge to that other side, and that far hollow was so deep his sparse light could not penetrate its pitch-black. Then he heard the grating sound.
Soft at first, it grew, until he feared the great gash beyond his boot’s toe might widen.
Something moved in the far cavern, shifting on broken stone. He thought he saw the darkness within it glitter, perhaps conjured light catching upon something smooth and writhing.
Sau’ilahk dropped to his knees, bowing until his forehead touched the chasm’s edge.
“My Beloved,” he whispered. “I come as you bade me.”
A grating hiss rolled from the far gash, echoing off raw stone.
Are you worthy?
He heard the words only within his thoughts, but they were as breathy as the noise surrounding him. He lifted his head but kept his eyes down.
Worthy of what? Of his hope, his desire?
“Yes, my divine sovereign,” he whispered, but doubt made him tremble. “Always, I serve. Do you have . . . Have I given . . . cause to doubt it?”
He could not help but raise his eyes a little more. He saw only a still and silent darkness across the chasm.
Not as yet.
Sau’ilahk quickly lowered his gaze. It fell upon his own slender, tan fingers, so perfectly shaped like his face, but vanity meant nothing to his patron. Such a small deviance could not be judged a transgression. At times, he could not help reveling in his own beauty. Along with the fear he inspired, all looked upon him with awe. But he quaked, knowing that beauty would fade—unlike the Children, eternal and undying.
I am pleased . . . perhaps enough to answer your prayers.
Sau’ilahk wanted one thing—to never end, to forever see awe in the eyes of all who looked upon him.
“Eternal life, my Beloved?” he dared ask again.
Are you so certain of your heart’s desire?
Sau’ilahk faltered.
The Children were mere tools of bloodshed, powerful, useful, but only