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Three knights were on him before he was even inside the circle. The green knight's heavy sword crashed against Roiben's at the same moment that a red-clad knight slashed at Roiben's back. He twisted, faster than she would have believed, and his blade sliced the red knight across the face. The faerie clutched at his eyes, staggering, his sword clattering into the circle.
Roiben tried to parry a blow from the third knight, a female wielding an axe, but he was too late. The blade bit into his right shoulder so hard that it probably hit bone.
Roiben staggered back, gasping with pain, sword drooping in his right hand, the tip dragging along the metal circle. It came up just in time to stab through the green knight's chest as he rushed forward. The knight fell on his side, completely still. There was only a small hole in his armor, but it was already welling with blood.
Roiben and the female knight circled each other, exchanging tentative blows. Their weapons were not suited for this kind of combat, his sword too slight and her axe too slow, but both combatants were dangerous enough to compensate. She lunged forward, swinging the axe toward his arm rather than his torso, hoping to catch him off guard. He sidestepped, dodging her blow but missing her with a wide sweep of his own blade.
Other Unseelie troops were surging forward, too many and varied for Kaye to count—trolls and hobmen and redcaps. The Queen was still, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
Kaye pulled at her chains, arching her body up hard. Nothing gave.
Blood had darkened the cloth at Roiben's shoulder in a disturbingly wide stain. Even as she saw him slash the other knight's side hard enough to throw the woman to her knees, there were ten more opponents surrounding him. There was a blurry of parry and lunge, his body spinning to slice at a clawed hand, to gut an exposed belly.
And still more came.
Kaye turned her head as far as it would go and spat at her hands, vainly trying to lubricate them enough to work them out of the manacles, muttering, "No, no, no. "
The Queen was shouting now, but Kaye could not make out her words over the ring of blades and the shouts of onlookers.
A small form slid beside Kaye on the metal. Spike was scrabbling at her wrist cuffs with a small knife.
"It's all very bad," the little man said. "Oh, Kaye, it's all gone bad. "
"He's going to die!" she yelled. Then it occurred to her, what she could do. As loud as she could, she shouted, "Rath Roiben Rye—run!"
The Unseelie Queen whirled at that, her face savage, advancing on Kaye. Her lips twitched over words, but Kaye still could not hear them.
Roiben slashed at another opponent, keeping his back toward Kaye. She wasn't sure whether he had even heard her command. Perhaps he had run as far as he could.
"Hurry, Spike," Kaye said, struggling to keep her body from the wild, trapped animal thrashing that would prevent Spike from having any chance at popping the lock.
The little man's brows were narrowed in furious concentration, fingers burning where they touched the iron. Suddenly he was knocked aside as if by invisible hands.
"While you have been most diverting, I find this tiresome. " The Queen of the Unseelie Court placed a slippered foot on Kaye's throat. Kaye rasped, the pressure cutting off her air, threatening to crack her neck.
Then the pressure was gone, and the Lady was falling. Droplets of blood spattered across Kaye's cheek before the body fell across her. There was a sickening hiss where the Queen's cheek hit the iron. She was dead.
Roiben looked down at her, but his eyes were unfocused and wild. There was a smear of blood across his mouth, but she didn't think it was his own. He raised his sword, and she only had a moment to scream before it came crashing down on the chains binding her ankles, hitting the metal so hard that it rang.
Spike was crawling close again, poking at the motionless body of the Unseelie Queen and muttering to himself. A hush had fallen over the court.
There was a sudden rippling in the air around Kaye. She could feel the magic swirling over her, making the iron cuffs that still clutched her wrists and ankles burn unbearably. Her skin was suddenly too tight, too hot, peeling back as it had done on her lawn, but this time it was not gentle. Her wings ripped free from the thin flesh that bound them just as Roiben slammed his sword against the chain binding her right hand.
His eyes went wide, and he stumbled back. He was so stunned he missed the parry as another redcap rushed him. He turned, almost too late, and the redcap's small curved blade cut his thigh.
Without the protection of the strange, strong glamour, the iron burned Kaye's wrists and ankles like hot brands. She howled in pain, struggling to get the things off, struggling to get out from under the weight of the Queen's body.
Spike seemed to recover himself enough to get work on the cuffs again, and this time he managed to pick the lock of the only one still attached to the chain. Her flesh was blistered where the iron had touched it.
"We have to go! Move!" Spike was pulling at her hand, his face blank with fear.
The court had erupted in chaos around them. She could not tell which of the creatures battling or running or hiding was a foe, or whether in fact she had any friends here except the hob who was urging her to her feet. And Roiben, whose sword was spinning in an arc, crashing against a spear held by a spotted creature with shining golden eyes.
Blood was running over his right hand; blood had soaked the left leg of his trousers. His movements were stiffening; she could see that.
Kaye tried not to concentrate on the pain of the iron, tried to focus on standing up. "We can't leave him here. "
A volley of pinecones flew around them, bursting into flame where they fell.
"Oh, yes we can," Spike said, pulling her with renewed determination. "Better he not get a hold of you after you used his name like that. "
"No, you don't understand," she said, but she knew it was she who had not understood. She, who had tried to pretend. Roiben had known all along that he was offering her his life.
You idiot, she wanted to scream.
"Rath Roiben Rye, I command you to get the fuck out of here with Spike and me, right now!" She screamed it, as loud as she could, sure that he was close enough to hear her this time.
Roiben turned, his eyes flashing fury. He seemed to channel that anger into his sword, because his next blow cut open the golden-eyed faerie's throat.
Kaye wobbled on her feet, trying to shore up her knees, trying not to fall into blackness.
Her ankles and wrist burned, and all she could taste or smell was iron.
Then Roiben was pulling her through the crowd with a blood-soaked hand. He tugged her into a run, and Spike was beside them, running too.
As they stepped outside the brugh, a figure stepped in front of them, but was cut down before she caught more than an impression of something awkwardly tall and pale gray in color.
Then they were in the graveyard, running down the tumbled quartz path, past plastic flower grave markers, and flattened soda cans, stepping on cigarette butts, and they seemed like talismans that might actually keep the monsters at bay.
Until she realized that she was one of the monsters.
Chapter 11
"But lest you are my enemy,
I must enquire. "
"O no, my dear, let all that be;
What matter, so there is but fire
In you, in me?"
—Yeats, "The Mask"
Kaye trod up the driveway, her mother's Pinto looking both familiar and strange, as though it was part of a painting that might suddenly be turned on its side and revealed as flat. The door to the back porch seemed like a portal between worlds, and, even close as she was, she wasn't sure she would be allowed to step through to the kitchen beyond.
More than tired, she felt numb.
Roiben leaned against an elm tree and closed his eyes, unsheathed sword dangling limply from one han
d. His body was trembling lightly, and next to familiar things, the blood soaking his arm and thigh looked ghastly.
Right then, Lutie swooped down from one of the trees, circling Kaye twice before landing on her shoulder and scrabbling to press a kiss against the damp skin of her neck. It surprised Kaye, and she flinched back from the sudden touch.
"Scared, silly-scared, scared, scared, scared," Lutie chanted against her neck.
"Me too," Kaye said, pressing her hand against the buzz of the tiny body.
"They'll be a score of songs about you by nightfall," Spike said, eyes gleaming with pride.
"There would have been twice as many if I had died like you planned, wouldn't there?"
Spike's eyes widened. "We never…"
Kaye bit her lip, forcing herself to swallow the hysteria that threatened to bubble up her throat. "If Nephamael was going to take the glamour off me, he was going to take it off my corpse. "
"Dismiss me, pixie," Roiben said. His eyes had a hollow look to them that made her stomach clench. "I was careless. I will hold no grudge against you or yours, but this foolishness ends now. "
"I didn't plan this—your name. I never meant to use it for anything. " Kaye reached out her hand to stroke the edge of his sleeve.
The effect was instantaneous. He circled her wrist with his hand, twisting it hard. Lutie squealed, springing from Kaye's shoulder into the air.
There was no anger in his voice, no sarcasm, no heat. It was as strangely hollow as his eyes. "If you wish me to endure your touch, you must order me to do so. "
Then he dropped her hand so quickly it might have been made of iron. She was shaking, too scared to cry, too miserable to speak.
Spike looked at her wide-eyed, as though he was reasoning with a lunatic. "Well then, Kaye, tell him he can go. He says he won't hold a grudge—that's a generous offer. "
"No," she said, louder than she intended. They all looked at her in surprise, although Roiben's gaze darkened.
She had to explain. She turned to him, careful not to touch him. "Come inside. You can clean up your cuts there. I just want to explain. You can leave tonight. "
His eyes were dull no longer; they blazed with rage. For a moment, she thought he was going to kill her before she could manage to stammer out his name. Then she thought he might just walk away, daring her to stop him. But he did neither of these things.
"As you say, my mistress. " The words curled off his tongue, cutting deeper than she had thought words could. "I would prefer no one else learned the calling of me. "
Spike blinked up at the Unseelie knight, apparently unable to control a shudder. Lutie watched them from the crook of the elm tree.
"The Thistlewitch will need to know what had happened tonight," Spike said slowly.
"Go ahead," she said. "We can talk about it later. " Taking the spare key out from underneath a dusty bottle of bleach, she opened the door as quietly as she could. The house was silent.
Roiben followed Kaye into the kitchen, and the sight of him carefully closing the backdoor and filling what was probably a dirty glass with water from the tap was so incongruous, she had to stop and watch him. He drank, tipping back his head so that the column of his neck was thrown into profile. He must have seen her staring; as he finished the last of the water, he looked in her direction.
"Your pardon," he said.
"No, go ahead. I'm just going to make some coffee. Uh, the bathroom is there. " She pointed.
"Do you have any salt?" he asked.
"Salt?"
"For my leg. I'm not sure what can be done about the arm. "
"Oh. " She rummaged around in her grandmother's spice drawer and came up with a canister of Morton's salt. "Wouldn't iodine or something be better?"
He just shook his head grimly and walked in the direction of the bathroom.
A few minutes later he returned in his more human glamour. As before, his hair was more white than silver, the bones of his face were slightly less jagged, and his ears were less prominent. He had discarded his shirt, and she was disconcerted to see the pattern of scars on his chest. He must have found some gauze; one thigh looked padded under the leg of his pants.
She poured the coffee into two mugs, alarmed to see that her hands were shaking. Spooning sugar into one of the cups, she looked a query at Roiben. He nodded and nodded again when she offered milk.
"When I first met you, I didn't know I was a faerie," she said.
He raised an eyebrow. "I presume that you knew you were not human when you blackmailed a kiss from me. "
Kaye felt her face flood with heat. She just nodded.
"The question, of course, is whether you aided me in the forest for the reward of my name. "
She stammered, the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach intensifying. If that was what he thought, no wonder he was furious.
"There was no way I could have known what you were going to offer me. I just wanted to piss you off in the diner… and… I knew faeries don't like to give out their real names. "
"One day, someone is going to cut that clever tongue of yours right out of your head," he said.
She bit her lower lip, worrying it against her teeth as he spoke. What had she expected—a declaration of love because of one halfhearted kiss?
Kaye looked at the steaming cup in front of her. She was sure that if she took a sip of that coffee, she would throw it up.
She needed a cigarette. Ellen's jacket was draped over the back of the chair, and she fumbled through it for a cigarette and a lighter. Lighting it despite Roiben's look of surprise, she took a deep drag.
The smoke burned her lungs like fire. She found herself on her knees on the linoleum floor, choking, the cigarette burning the plastic tile where it had fallen.
Roiben put the cigarette out with a twist of his boot and leaned forward. "What were you doing?"