Chapter Twenty-Seven
My breath fogged in the winter night as we walked across the frosted grass. Mirabella had found me a cloak made of cream-colored fur. It was a hooded cloak out of some fairy tale, all white and gold and cream, over the black leather of the coat. Sholto had had enough winter cloaks and coats to fit the men. My hands were on the arms of King Sholto and Captain Doyle, which would be the titles they would use with the soldiers. Mistral came behind us, with his spear wrapped in soft cloth to hide it from prying eyes. There would be spies watching. It was faerie; there was always someone watching. Not necessarily spies for either court, but the fey are a curious lot. Anything unusual will bring them out to hide, and cling to the leaves and trees, and watch.
The sight that met our eyes was unusual enough to bring out an audience. If the fey had been human, we'd have had a crowd of gawkers that the soldiers would have had to hold back, but our people could watch and never be seen. We weren't called the Hidden Folk for nothing.
Major Walters was there at the front of the group of men, but at his side was a man who had his own air of authority. And to either side of them were more police and more soldiers. But mostly soldiers.
Sholto leaned over and whispered, "More soldiers than we've ever seen since we came to America."
Doyle must have heard, because he whispered, "I think the Major was preparing for trouble."
"A good leader always does," I said.
"We do," he said. I felt a push of magic from him.
Mistral spoke low from behind us. "There are too many curiosity seekers to discern any ill intent."
Doyle nodded.
Sholto said, "I'm not sure what you mean."
"Cannot you sense our hidden audience?" Doyle asked.
"Obviously not," he said.
"Neither can I, though I knew they would be there," I said softly.
A voice called out, "Just give yourselves a few more hundred years of practice." Rhys walked out of the mass of soldiers and police. He was grinning at me. Someone had loaned him a uniform, so he was all in camouflage. His white waist-length curls looked out of place against the military look. Someone had even loaned him an eye patch, in basic black.
I let go of the men on either side of me and held my arms out to him. He wrapped me in a hug, and laid a kiss on my forehead. Then he moved our faces back, just enough so he could study me.
"You look good," he said.
I gave him a look. "Was I supposed to look bad?"
He grinned again. "No, but... " He shook his head. "Later."
"Where is Galen?" Doyle asked.
"He is talking to their wizard. I made her nervous."
I frowned up at him, still with my arms around his solid, muscled realness. I wanted all my men out of faerie and safe in Los Angeles tonight. "What did you do to make her nervous?"
"Answered too many questions truthfully. Some humans - even wizards, or in this case witch, though the military term is wizard - some humans are freaked at the idea that I lost my eye hundreds of years before they were born."
"Oh," I said, and hugged him again.
Major Walters came forward with the man in camouflage who seemed to be in charge. There was almost no rank to see on his uniform to my uninformed eyes, but the way the other soliders treated him made any gaudy ribbons unnecessary. He was simply in charge.
"Princess Meredith, this is Captain Page. Captain, may I introduce Princess Meredith NicEssus, daughter of Prince Essus, heir to the throne of the Unseelie Court, and from what I hear, maybe the Seelie Court, as well."
Walters gave me a look. "You've been a busy princess," he said.
I wasn't sure if he really knew about the Seelie offer, or if he was pretending to know to fish for information. Police can be tricky, sometimes because it's their job, and sometimes because it's become habit.
The Captain held out his hand, and I took it. He had a good handshake, especially for a man with a hand as big as his shaking a hand as small as mine. Some big men never get the hang of it. I was close enough now to see his name on his uniform, and to notice the two district bars on the front and neck of it.
"The Illinois National Guard is honored to escort you to safety, Princess Meredith."
"I am honored that I have such brave men and women to call for help."
Page studied my face as if wondering if I was being sarcastic. He finally frowned at me. "You don't know my people well enough to say that they're brave."
"They came to the faerie mounds thinking they might have to go up against the Seelie Court itself. There have been human armies that refused to do that, Captain Page."
"Not this one," he said.
I smiled at him, putting some effort into it. "My point exactly."
He smiled, then looked flustered.
Rhys leaned in and whispered, "Tone it down."
"What?"
"The glamour, tone it down," he said without moving his smiling lips.
"I didn't... "
"Trust me," he said.
I took a deep breath and concentrated. I did my best to swallow back the glamour that Rhys said was getting away from me. I'd never had enough of this kind of glamour to worry about it before.
Captain Page shook his head, frowning hard.
"You okay?" Walters asked him.
He nodded. "I think I need more... preventive."
Rhys said, "They've actually got essence of four-leaf clover smeared on them."
"Did you give it to them?" I asked.
"Nope, they came up with it all on their own. Apparently, they have contingencies in place in case the fey get nasty."
"We would never presume," Page began.
Doyle interrupted. "It's all right, Captain. We are pleased that you have protection. We will not purposefully bespell any of you, but there are others among the fey who are not so scrupulous."
The humans looked around them nervously, though Page and Walters kept looking at us.
"I do not mean an overt attack," Doyle said. "I just mean our people's sense of... humor."
"Humor," Walters said. "What does that mean?"
"It means that the fey enjoy poking at anything new. This many of our good men and women of the military would be almost irresistible to a certain number of our populace."
"What he means," Rhys said, "is that we have a lot of gawkers, but they're fey so you won't see them. But we know they're there. They might have a hard time resisting luring some of your soldiers off the beaten track, just to see if they could do it."
"Your people came as close to war on American soil as they've ever come tonight. I would think you all risking getting kicked out might make them more serious."
I shook my head. "The sidhe, perhaps, but there are a lot more people here than the sidhe. Besides, Captain, it was the Seelie who were threatening to make war, not the sluagh, not the Unseelie. The only court that was in danger of breaking the treaty was the Seelie."
"Yeah, and the last time we all had a little battle, it wasn't a war because they were monsters of faerie, and not any of the other courts," Walters said, but his voice was a little dry.
I shivered. Strangely, I wasn't really chilled from the cold. Apparently, my growing power, or perhaps my men's, was keeping me warm. But Walters didn't know that, and if I acted cold, we might speed things up, and get us to a plane and the hell out of here.
Captain Page said, "Let's get the princess inside where it's warmer."
Walters nodded and said, "Fine." But he looked at me, suspicion plain on his face. What had I done to earn that look? Oh, wait, kept more secrets from him than I'd shared, and endangered his men the last time. I hadn't meant the endangering part, but I had kept secrets from him. I was hiding a lot, and still asking them all to risk themselves for me and my men. Was that fair? No, not in the least. But if it would get us out safely, I'd endanger them all.
I admitted that to myself, but I didn't like myself very much for it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Rhys curled my arm through his, and leaned in to talk to me as we walked. Doyle had my other arm, so he could hear. Though, frankly, with the superior hearing of the sidhe, Mistral and Sholto could probably hear too. The point was that the soldiers we walked through did not hear.
I'd expected Sholto to fight to keep my arm, but he had graciously and uncomplainingly let Rhys take his place. Then he'd dropped back like a good bodyguard beside Mistral. Sholto was most agreeable for a king.
Most of the soldiers gave us eye flicks and tried not to stare, but some didn't bother being subtle. They stared as we walked past. Most of us looked like something out of a movie. Doyle's more modern suit was hidden under a gray cloak that looked like something out of a Dickens novel. Mistral had simply fastened the neck of his blue and fur cloak so that one got glimpses of his bare chest as he moved. Sholto had chosen a white coat that looked like a cross between a trench coat and an officer's coat from World War II. It hid the very unmodern clothes, so that he, of all of us, could have walked out into a crowd and been the least noticeable.
I realized that Sholto usually dressed to blend in, wherever he was. He dressed appropriately, if he could. I guess when you spend your life with your body so out of the ordinary, you don't want clothes to set you apart.
"Why are you wearing a uniform?" I asked.
Rhys asked, "Don't you remember what duty you gave me?" He looked far too serious.
"You had Gran's blood on your clothes," I said.
He nodded.
Doyle leaned across and asked, "But why did you not get clothes from the Unseelie Court, or your own house?"
Rhys was one of the few sidhe who had his own house away from faerie. He'd said that the magic interfered with television reception, and he liked his movies. Frankly, I think it was to get some privacy. Though he did love movies.
"How much time do you think has passed?" he asked.
"The sluagh said we were in the enchanted sleep for days," I said. "Maybe inside the sluagh's mound, but out here, and at the other courts, it's only been hours."
"Time moves differently around Merry, but not in all of faerie," Doyle said, almost like he was speculating out loud.
Sholto moved up beside us, or rather leaned over me. I was short enough to make that possible. "Are you saying that my court is a few days ahead of the rest of faerie now?"
"So it would seem," Doyle said.
Mistral added, "The time inside the Unseelie Court changed when the princess was inside last too. Not by days, but hours' difference in the few clocks that we had, and those outside."
"I don't think it's me, exactly. I think it's the magic of the Goddess."
"But it is you who is the nexus for it," Doyle said.
That I couldn't argue with.
Captain Page simply stopped walking ahead of us. He turned with Walters at his side. "What are you all whispering about?"
"Don't bother," Walters said. "They'll just lie."
"We never lie," I said.
"Then you'll hide so much that you might as well lie," he said.
"Why are you so unhappy with me, Major?" I asked.
He gave me a look, as if I should know.
"I am sorry that I endangered your men and the other police and federal agents last time. I would change the level of danger around me if I could, Major. Please believe that I am not having a good time either."
His face softened, and he nodded. "I'm sorry. I know that you are in real danger, and that awful things keep happening to you. I know it's not just us mere humans who are in the way of it all."
It was the way he said "mere humans" that gave me a clue. "Has something been happening on your end of the problems that I don't know about, Major?"
"Your uncle, the King of Light and Illusion, is demanding that we turn you over to him. He says that he will protect you from your kidnappers." He motioned to the men around me.
"Let me take the next one," Page said.
Walters motioned for him to go ahead.
"Your aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness, is demanding that you return to her court, and she says that she will protect you."
"Did she really?" I asked.
"You seem more surprised by that one," Page said.
"The last time she spoke to me she admitted that she could not keep me safe inside faerie and bid me flee to Los Angeles."
The two men exchanged glances. "Her court has been very adamant," Page said.
"Her court," Doyle said. "Not the queen herself?"
"No, but then we haven't spoken directly to either of them. We've been talking to subordinates."
Page gave a laugh. "You don't talk to the president to find out what he wants you to do, not without more brass on your shoulders than I've got."
"Who has made the demands on behalf of the queen?" Doyle asked. "Her son, Prince Cel," Page said.
"Yeah," Walters said, "he seems very worried about his cousin." Walters watched my face as he said it.
I fought to keep a blank face and give nothing away. But I knew Cel didn't want me well. He wanted me dead. Me pregnant meant that the queen could give me her throne now. She'd vowed in open court that she would give the throne to whoever got with child first. Technically, I could have pushed the matter, and demanded a crown now, before the babies were even born. But I knew better. I knew that if I went back to the Unseelie Court pregnant, I would never live to see them born. Cel had to kill us all now.
"Our queen is different from most leaders," I said. "Trust nothing that doesn't come from her personally. Taranis is fond of flunkies delivering his messages, but Queen Andais likes the personal touch."
"Are you saying that your cousin is lying?" Page asked.
"I'm saying that until a few weeks ago he was the sole heir to his mother's throne. How would you feel if your birthright was suddenly up for grabs, Captain?"
"You're saying he's a danger to you," Page said.
I looked at Doyle. Did I tell the truth? He nodded.
"Yes, Captain, Prince Cel is a danger to me."
"If he makes an appearance," Doyle said, "we will have to treat him as a very dangerous person."
"We would have to attack the prince?" Page asked.
"At the very least make certain he does not come near the princess," Doyle said.
"Damnit," Walters said. "Who else who's supposed to be on your side is actually a danger to the princess?"
I laughed. "You don't have time to hear the list, Major. Which is why I need to get away from here. Faerie is no longer safe for me or mine."
The two men looked even more serious. Page began yelling orders, and people in uniforms started moving like they had a purpose. Actually, it looked like they were simply running about, but things started getting done, and we were taken to our very own Humvee, what the Hummer was before the idle rich all wanted one. Which meant that it was painted for camouflage, and was just scarier looking, like the difference between guns for Olympic shooting and guns for killing things. They both shoot, but just by looking at them you know that they can't do each other's jobs.
Galen was standing beside the Humvee, talking to a woman with short dark hair. Her face was raised to his, and she was studying his face as if trying to memorize it. He was simply being his usual charming self, but her body language was much more intimate than that. They both looked at us as we came up. Galen with a glad smile, but the woman... I swear it wasn't a friendly look.
He was in uniform too. The new digital camo was mostly browns and grays and eye-tricking shapes, though oddly, I hadn't had any trouble seeing anyone in the new camo. Weren't the uniforms supposed to be invisible in the wilderness? Maybe it didn't work on the fey. Interesting. The dull colors seemed to bring out the green under tone of his pale skin. His father had been a pixie, and it showed in his skin color and his green hair. He hugged me so thoroughly that my feet came off the ground and I was left a little breathless. He finally put me down, then studied my face. His usual smile faded to something far more serious.
"Merry," he said, "I thought I'd lost you."
"What has been happening while we slept?"
"We found Onilwyn's body, and the marks of your magic on him."
I nodded. "He tried to help the Seelie assassins kill Mistral, then he tried to kill me."
Galen hugged me tightly again, burying my face in his chest. "When we didn't find any marks from any of the other guards on him, we thought you were alone. Alone and without me or Rhys to protect you."
I pushed back so I could breathe better. "Sholto got there."
"Before?" he asked.
I shook my head.
Sholto said, "We were killing the archers at the time, but I will never forgive myself for leaving her alone in the snow."
Galen looked at him. "She is our priority. Her safety. Nothing else really matters."
"I know that," Sholto said.
"You left her alone in the snow. You said it yourself."
Sholto opened his mouth to argue, then closed it. He nodded. "You are right. I was derelict in my duty. It will not happen again."
"See that it doesn't," Galen said.
Doyle and Rhys were looking from one man to the other. "Is that our little Galen talking, or have you learned to throw your voice?" Rhys asked.
"I think our little Galen is growing up," Doyle said.
Galen scowled at them both.
Mistral said, "It must have been very dangerous where you have been for Galen Greenhair to be talking like the Darkness."
The rest of us exchanged looks, then I said, "The Western Lands are safer, Mistral, but they are not safe."
"Nowhere will be safe for Merry, while our enemies live," Galen said.
I hugged him. He was saying the truth, but to hear him be so harsh hurt something inside me.
"We can't kill them all," Rhys said.
"The problem is not killing them all," Doyle said. "The problem is that we do not know who they all are."
And that was indeed the problem.
