“StarDrifter and I have spent half the night talking,” Axis said to Isaiah as they hurried down the stairs toward the chambers that contained the Dark Spire.

“We are sure,” StarDrifter said, two steps behind Axis and Isaiah, “that we can create discord with music. And bells.”

“Bells?” Isaiah said, turning just enough to shoot a quizzical look StarDrifter’s way.

“Bells,” said StarDrifter. “I sent out the Icarii early this morning, to the storerooms. We found a case of brass bells, all different sizes. Perfect.”

Isaiah gave a grunt. “Elcho Falling always provides. So . . . you think you can sing our way out of this?”

“It is a possibility,” Axis said. “All Enchanters have perfect pitch, StarDrifter the best among all of us. And we think we’ve figured out the tune and the rhythm that will counteract what the Lealfast do. You’ll need your earmuffs, though. It won’t sound good.”

“Eleanon won’t be able to reflect it back at us?” Isaiah said. They had reached the first of the chambers where the Dark Spire had broken through, and they stopped to talk.

“We don’t think so,” Axis said. “This is not something we’re sending ‘outside’ of Elcho Falling.”

“Besides,” said StarDrifter, “what could be the worse thing to happen? A cacophony of discordant noise reverberating through Elcho Falling?”

Isaiah wondered that, if combined with the vibrations the Lealfast were sending throughout Elcho Falling, such a cacophony just might be the death knell for the citadel. The previous day’s fracture lines had remained open, although masons had worked frantically overnight to close them with mortar. It had made no difference as the cement remained in place only an hour or two before crumbling and falling out of the cracks.

“There is the One to consider, too,” Isaiah said. “Do you really want to initiate a possible confrontation with him?”

“We need to risk it,” StarDrifter said. “Come, we have all the Enchanters in Elcho Falling waiting in the chamber below. The sooner we start .”

He was gone, Axis after him, and Isaiah stood a moment longer, thinking, frowning.

Isaiah hesitated another heartbeat, before he ran lightly down the stairs after them. “Axis,” he said, taking the man by the elbow just as he was sinking into the group of thirty or so enchanters gathered to one side of the Dark spire. “Axis, I’m not risking you here. Go further up into the citadel. I —”

“Why?” Axis said.

“Because every single damned Enchanter left in existence is now gathered in this chamber. If anything goes wrong . . . even if Eleanon does nothing, the One may act .”

StarDrifter nodded. “Go, Axis.” Then he looked at Isaiah. “You are wrong, in that Salome and StarDancer are not here. But I take your point. It is better we do not risk Axis as well.”

“Thank you, StarDrifter,” Isaiah said. “Axis . . . go.” He waited until Axis had, reluctantly, climbed the stairs, then Isaiah looked about the group of Enchanters. “Good luck be with you.”

Then Isaiah, too, was gone.

StarDrifter looked about the group. “Remember what we discussed.”

Everyone nodded back to him.

“ Feel the rhythm of the vibrations,” StarDrifter said.

Many of the Enchanters closed their eyes, merging with the beat of the Lealfast feet.

“Now take that beat,” StarDrifter said, very softly, “and destroy it.”

As one they drew in a deep breath, held it, and began to sing. At first their voices were beautiful, merging perfectly with the vibrations sent through Elcho Falling by the encircling marching Lealfast. Some voices were soft, others strong, but together they merged to form a beautiful melody that soared from the lower chamber up the stairs and far up into Elcho Falling.

High above, Isaiah and Axis paused, listening.

Then the song changed, becoming ever more discordant. It was as if the Enchanters had captured the Lealfast rhythm and then warped it to their own wants. As they changed the song, so now some among the Enchanters took up their bells, and began to ring out terrible, discordant chords.

“It sounds,” Axis murmured to Isaiah, “a little like the Dark Music of the stars.”

“What —” Isaiah began, then groaned, bending over slightly as he put his hands to his ears.

Axis ignored the discordant noise as best he could, bending down and putting his hand to the floor.

The vibrations were now out of time, moving all over the place.

Soldiers walking over a bridge, not marching.

Eleanon stood on his rise as he had the day before, his hands clapping slowly, relentlessly, as the Lealfast Nation marched to his beat about Elcho Falling’s lake in concentric circles.

He looked toward Elcho Falling, and his eyes glittered as he realised what the Enchanters were trying to do.

“Don’t,” he whispered as if the Enchanters could hear him, and as he whispered, every Lealfast lifted his or her head and screamed, a high-pitched terrible sound that shot across the lake.

The Dark Spire shrieked, taking the screams of the Lealfast and magnifying them a hundredfold. Virtually imprisoned within the chamber, the frightful sound had the force of an explosion, lifting the Icarii Enchanters from where they sat and dashing them against the walls.

The Dark Spire held that shriek for thirty long, terrible heartbeats. When it stopped, nothing within the chamber moved. Save the faint, rhythmic vibrations across every surface.

The One chuckled deep within the Dark Spire. He had only to wait for his opportunity; Eleanon was doing all the work for him.

Given the Lord of Elcho Falling’s ineptitude thus far, and that of all his commanders, the One knew he would find the final challenge laughably easy.

There was nothing anyone could do to stop him now.

Axis almost fell down the stairs in the rush to reach the chamber. His ears rang with the terrible shriek, almost as if it still sounded, and he stumbled over and over, his muscles trembling both with the aftereffects of the shriek and with fear.

When he reached the chamber, Isaiah and a dozen others behind him, Axis stopped, appalled.

Enchanters lay scattered and broken in piles of blood and feathers.

Axis forced himself to step into the carnage. He bent time and time again, only to find that the Enchanter whose name he called softly was dead.

Then he rolled one over, and found him still breathing.

“Get Garth and Zeboath!” Axis yelled. “Quick!”

“Axis,” Isaiah said, rising from the body of one of the Enchanters and Axis’ heart almost stopped at the expression in Isaiah’s face.

Axis forced himself over to the Enchanter Isaiah stood over.

It was his father, StarDrifter.

“He still breathes, Axis,” Isaiah said. “Just.”