tugging at his subconscious. He felt instinctively that this was important.
The air had the summer twilight smell of a hot day cooling, of rolling grassland and wild flowers and the tangy musk of distant forests. Sophie stood on the high balcony with Caitlin at her side, looking towards the west. The reddening sun, bisected by the dark horizon, lay against a sky of shimmering gold and flaming orange. Far below them, the Court of Soul’s Ease was quietening as the residents hurried to their homes after a day of business in the bustling, otherworldly city. Yet the evening was not entirely peaceful, for a drone of activity came from beyond the sturdy walls.
Sophie wrinkled her nose. ‘Can you smell that?’ In one hand she gripped a spear she had drawn from the armoury, the tip gleaming silver, the shaft hard wood branded with mystical symbols; it never missed, she was told.
‘Smoke. The fires are starting.’ Caitlin’s weapon of choice was a longbow and arrows.
The moment the words had left her mouth, bursts of red and yellow flared up in the pooling shadows beyond the walls, illuminating what at first sight looked like a mass of swarming ants surrounding the entire city. As the firelight flickered and the shadows washed back and forth across the teeming multitude, it became clear that it was an army of the little men who had attacked Sophie and Ceridwen on their journey to the court.
‘I came here for safety while I looked for an opportunity to get back home,’ Sophie said bitterly. ‘Now I’m stuck here under siege. Mallory probably thinks I’m dead. Goddess knows what else is happening in our world.’
‘I think being in the wrong place at the wrong time goes with the territory,’ Caitlin said quietly.
Sophie cast a secretive glance at her. In the four days since she had arrived in the Court of Soul’s Ease, she had got to know Caitlin very well. A deep sadness filled her, but most of the time she managed to mask it behind smiles. Sophie could easily imagine Caitlin as a GP back in the real world. She cared deeply about everyone, enough to swallow what must have been a toxic amount of grief to ensure that she didn’t make anyone else suffer along with her. That thoughtfulness alone would have been enough to win over Sophie, but Caitlin also had an admirably quiet strength and resilience. Sophie thought that the two of them would probably become friends, given time.
Yet one great barrier lay between them. Sophie was a Sister of Dragons, and Caitlin was not, not any more. It tormented Caitlin in many ways, layering more misery on top of her mourning: she feared that the whole of humanity would pay the price for what she saw as her weakness of character. And the loss of that inestimable quality that set them apart as Sisters of Dragons was as devastating as if she had lost the use of her legs. Probably more so, for Caitlin had confided in her the previous night that it was as if she had been given a glimpse of heaven, only to have it snatched away for evermore. It wasn’t just the strength and healing ability that she missed, but the sense of being connected to the entire universe; she was bereft in more ways than one.
‘Don’t jump — we need you.’
The brash Birmingham accent had become familiar to Sophie over the past four days. Harvey stood in the middle of Caitlin’s quarters, a working-class youth as out of his depth as anyone could possibly get, yet who still acted as if he was heading down to his local. Sophie liked him immensely. Beside him was his friend, Thackeray, a deep thinker who liked to pretend he was a doomed romantic. They had both found themselves accidentally caught up in the events that had brought Caitlin to T’ir n’a n’Og, but for their part had stuck by Caitlin resolutely, giving her the strength to keep going. Thackeray was easy to read; every aspect of him suggested that he was deeply in love with Caitlin, and Sophie had the feeling that Caitlin returned the affection on some level, though it was never discussed.
Harvey shifted uncomfortably when Sophie and Caitlin came in from the balcony. ‘You two freak me out,’ he said bluntly. ‘It was bad enough when she was going all Wonder Woman on us.’ He nodded to Caitlin. ‘Now there’s you as well. Where’s it going to end?’
‘He loves it really,’ Thackeray said. ‘He’s got this fantasy about amazons-’
‘Oi!’ Harvey punched Thackeray hard on the shoulder. ‘That was the beer talking. Anyway, you shouldn’t be repeating what I tell you in confidence.’
‘We found a pub. The Sun. Big surprise in a city ruled by a sun god,’ Thackeray said.
‘They give us free beer,’ Harvey said excitedly. ‘ All given freely and without obligation.’
‘The way we figured it,’ Mallory said, ‘we could either hang around here, getting under your feet and offering less than useful opinions on how the siege could be broken-’
‘Or we could get pissed,’ Harvey finished.
‘Not really a contest, was it?’ Caitlin said. ‘As long as you’re enjoying yourselves.’
‘Before you go castigating us, we’ve got a message,’ Thackeray said. ‘There’s a big war conference wrapping up down in the main hall. And they want to see you two.’
‘Finally,’ Sophie said. ‘They’re going to break the siege so that we can get out of here and back home.’
Thackeray shook his head. ‘I think they’re just going to sit back and wait.’
‘Maybe whatever it is that makes us Sisters of Dragons attracts bad things like this,’ Sophie said to Caitlin as they marched into the great hall.
Lugh was waiting for them, his solar armour burnished red in the light of the setting sun that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind him, Ceridwen waited with a serious expression.
‘It is the Pendragon Spirit that shapes your days and nights, guides you to be where you should, where you are needed. It is the power that binds everything together,’ Lugh said.
‘What did your war conference decide?’ Caitlin asked impatiently.
‘The hidden passage out of the Court of Soul’s Ease is still blocked by… the enemy.’ Lugh still had difficulty considering his own people a threat. ‘The only way out is through the gates.’
‘So you’re going to attack them head on?’ Sophie said.
‘We fear a slaughter,’ Ceridwen said. ‘Many of my people would be destroyed. That is not our way.’
‘It’s the only way,’ Caitlin said. ‘It’s a waste of time trying to talk peace when the other side is determined to wipe you off the face of the land. And you know they won’t settle for anything less.’
Her words clearly rang true with both Lugh and Ceridwen, but the weight of their traditions and culture kept them ambivalent.
‘The battle will come when it will. We know that. We have always known it, but have been unable to face up to what was coming.’ Lugh’s handsome face was filled with a deep melancholy. ‘I regret that you have been caught up in our familial strife, Sister of Dragons.’ Lugh addressed Sophie directly; Caitlin flinched. ‘You should not be here. You are needed elsewhere.’
Sophie noticed a concern in their body language that she had missed before. ‘What’s wrong?’
‘The final days have come. The Fixed Lands are being consumed by the Void, whose true name is the Devourer of All Things. The Far Lands will follow, and all the lands beyond,’ Lugh said.
‘Then it’s started,’ Caitlin whispered.
‘What has?’ Sophie looked from Caitlin to the gods and back.
Seeing Sophie’s mounting concern, Ceridwen stepped forward. ‘The arrival of the Devourer of All Things has always been foretold by my people. It was one of the stories we brought with us when we left the four great cities of our glorious homeland to become wanderers, cut off from the source. “The Devourer of All Things shall come and consume the light.” That story is the sadness at the end of our own tale of dissolution.’
‘You knew about this?’ Sophie asked Caitlin.
‘I knew that the Void had sent outriders to prepare the way, but it could have taken weeks or millennia to turn up.’
‘What are we talking about here? Some kind of monster?’ Sophie asked.
‘The Devourer of All Things is the underside of Existence, bound to it even while constantly opposing it,’ Lugh answered. He held out his arms to indicate the wider world. ‘Existence is everything. All time, all space, all lands. What, then, is the Devourer of All Things, which is the dark reflection of Existence? A monster? No. It is immeasurable, incomprehensible. It is everything, too.’
Sophie and Caitlin stood quietly for a moment while they attempted to understand what Lugh was telling them. Finally Sophie said incredulously, ‘If it’s what you say it is, why aren’t you doing something? What’s the point in being wrapped up in this civil war if everything is coming to an end?’
Lugh smiled, a father explaining the ways of the world to a child. ‘How can you fight everything?’
‘There are two conflicting stories the filid sing on the nights when we reflect on our beginnings,’ Ceridwen said. ‘One is that all we see and feel is the construction of a just and right Existence, and that we are all part of
