by Wen Spencer
Iron Mace was the current Stone Clan head in Pittsburgh. Tinker had assumed Forge had taken Oilcan as a poor substitute for his lost son but Iron Mace? There was only one reason why a domana would send a sekasha away—and that was because he was about to commit acts that would turn them against him.
Tinker clenched her fist against the fear racing through her. “They wouldn’t hurt Oilcan—would they?”
“This is a war zone,” Pony said. “Protocol would be for Forge’s people to take their field weapons for any extended stay. A transformation spell, such as the one that Windwolf cast on you, would take hours to prepare and then days for Oilcan to recover.”
Forge had been in the city for days; he could have set the spell up already. Windwolf had cast the spell on her minutes after they arrived at his remote hunting lodge. Forge could transform Oilcan as soon as they reached the casting room. They had to find Oilcan quickly.
“Would Forge’s Hand even allow this—if Oilcan refused?”
Pony and Stormsong exchange bleak looks and then turned to Thorne Scratch.
The Stone Clan sekasha shook her head slowly. “They see him as a child. They believe he has a child’s grasp of time and ignorance of death. That he can call the Spell Stones is proof that he was born Stone Clan, despite all his protests. To—to transform him back to full elf would be returning to him what should have been rightfully his—if they had not failed Amaranth.”
#
There was flurry of wings and Riki winged down beside her. He sketched a bow, panting heavily. He was bare chested and innocent of war paint. One look at his face and she knew that he didn’t have good news.
“Someone took out all three spotters that we had watching this block.” Riki waved toward distant rooftops that had tight knots of tengu on them. “The shooters used high powered rifles. One of our people is dead. The other two are still alive but badly hurt.”
She should have heard the shots. The shooters must have used silencers. “Did they see Oilcan leave with the Stone Clan?”
“He and Iron Mace were at Sacred Heart. Forge was with Prince True Flame.”
It couldn’t have been just a coincidence that the spotters were shot just before Oilcan was whisked away. It terrified her that it was Iron Mace that spearheaded taking Oilcan and not Forge. Her only comfort was that Forge’s Hands had taken their backup weapons. But what if Forge had gone someplace on Prince True Flame’s bidding?
She grabbed a royal marine by the front of his uniform. He went wide-eyed as her act made him the collected focus of her entire Hand plus one. “Where’s Prince True Flame?”
“He and the Viceroy are providing cover for the ground crews and the incoming gossamers in case the fighting spills over to the airfield.”
Yes, she could feel the twin pull on the Spell Stones. Was it a good thing that she couldn’t feel anything from the Stone Clan stones?
“Is Forge with them?” She was afraid of the answer. “Yes” would be worse than “no” because it meant Iron Mace acted alone. Oilcan trusted Forge. Normally Oilcan was a much better judge of people than she was. She sucked at it.
“N-N-No,” The marine stammered. “He returned to his enclave prior to the fighting.”
Tinker let the marine go and he nearly tripped backing quickly away.
Tinker moved through the crowd, grabbing Wind Clan laedin as she spotted them. The area was being flooded by royal troops and her people were increasing harder to single out. “Fan out.” She ordered each of them. “Find out if anyone saw the Stone Clan leaving my cousin’s enclave before the shooting started.” The last she told, “Have someone at Poppymeadow’s take you to the train station and see if the Stone Clan left on the train.”
As she turned to question Thorne Scratch in more detail, she realized that there was a sweep of movement that always preceded Prince True Flame. She didn’t want to talk to him; she wasn’t sure if she could do “polite” at this point. She wanted Windwolf there, making everything right, but today was determined to piss her off.
She remembered to bow in greeting. “The Stone Clan domana are working in collusion with the oni. The oni killed the tengu lookouts so the Stone Clan would take my cousin—mostly likely to spell-work him in secret—and in return, the Stone Clan left his children unprotected.”
Prince True Flame glanced back at the incoming gossamers. “You do not know if that is what happened.”
“What other possible answer could there be?” Tinker cried. “Elves would have used arrows to take out the lookouts. Even my people do not know how to use—use—” She ran into the lack of an Elvish word for the simple gun attachment. “Things that make rifles silent.”
“That is not proof that the Stone Clan colluded with the oni. The oni spawn and the tengu have been at war with each other.”
“That was resolved.” Riki’s High Elvish sounded perfect to Tinker, not that she was much of a judge, only spoken slow enough that she could follow the conversation. “The tengu that acted against the half-oni were punished and Jin apologized to the half-oni.”
Prince True Flame waved that aside. “Your sama has taken the proper action but there’s no telling what the oni spawn might do. They have no sama to take responsibility for their actions, so they can run amok at will.”
The prince didn’t know Tommy Chang if he thought that they had no sama, but she wasn’t going to be distracted by fighting that battle. “My beholden are dead and wounded, and my cousin is missing.”
“I understand.” True sighed and then surprisingly, went down on bended knee in front of her. It made her painfully aware of how very tall the prince truly was. They were now eye-to-eye. Around them was the subtle shift of Wyverns and her Hand to give them the illusion of privacy. “Beloved Tinker, I beg of you to consider Wolf’s position in this.”
It felt like a trick question. “He—He wants to protect my cousin as much as I do.”
“Yes, he does. He will fling himself off cliffs for you; that is why I ask that you consider his safety first.”
It still felt like a trick question. “Are you saying that I have to choose between Wolf and my cousin?”
“You are so blatantly human that I do not blame Wolf for never considering that you may be Stone Clan. No sane being would but war does not foster sanity. I love my cousin well. He came to court barely fifty, wise for his age, and yet modest for all his abilities.” True Flame measured off a size that was just a hair over Tinker’s head. It was intimidating to know that it had been hundreds of years since Windwolf was young enough to look her in the eyes. “Much as I love him, there is little I can do to protect him without endangering our hard won peace.”
“The clan wars are fresh wounds for most of our people. We have lost mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, lovers and children. There are those that will never let the war end and they are the ones that watch for any slight to excuse a new attack.”
A week ago she would have brushed it off, but she had seen how much the Wind Clan hated Oilcan’s kids just because they were Stone Clan. “You want me to just let them take my cousin?”
“Because Wolf took you as his domi and you have taken him as your domou then there is nothing that the Stone Clan can say. Your cousin is another matter. Forge lost so much and his grief made so public, that none would deny him comfort of an orphaned grandchild. If you block Forge, all will be against you, and by default, Wolf.”
“How can I just let them do whatever they want to my cousin?”
“To suggest Forge means harm to his grandson is slander and the Stone Clan will call foul. You are under the queen’s protection, but Wolf is not. If you continue to insist that Forge is acting in collusion with the oni when there is no proof that this is true—then Wolf will have to deal with the consequences.”
“This is not right.” Tinker controlled the urge to kick something. She didn’t have her steel toe boots on, and it would probably be bad form to kick the prince while he was kneeling before her. She glared at Red
Knife behind the prince. “My cousin would not leave his household unprotected. Iron Mace deliberately sent Thorne Scratch away so she could not object to my cousin being taken against his will. If not for Blue Sky, the children would have vanished into the city for the second time. Three are dead by the oni’s hand already. My beholden who stood guard on my cousin is dead. It is not right that the Stone Clan has clemency because I can not hold up a bloody knife.”
“Politics is a battle of wits, not swords.” Red Knife said. “You are well armed. Apply the rules.”
#
“Are you really going to take that as an answer?” Riki asked.
She kept tightly focused on the ground because she didn’t want to kick him either. He wasn’t the one that she was angry with. “Yes. For now. I’m not starting a war with the Stone Clan.”
When they first returned from Aum Renau she hadn’t been sure that she loved Windwolf. How horrible was it that she knew with all certainty that she loved him beyond reason, because otherwise she would have sacrificed him for Oilcan in a heartbeat.
“I’ll deal with them after I’ve taken care of the greater bloods.” She growled. “But if they hurt Oilcan…”
Power suddenly burned across her magic sense, somewhere to the south a spell flared into existence, blazing brilliant.
She whimpered.
“Domi?” Pony asked.
“It’s too late. They changed him.” She turned to Riki. “Find Oilcan. Make sure he’s safe, but don’t pick a fight with the Stone Clan domana. I just need to know he’s okay.”
“Yes, domi.” He bowed and took wing. A moment later there was a thunder of black wings and the skies filled with tengu.
#
A battle of wits.
Tinker paced the empty halls of Sacred Heart looking for clues.
A battle of wits.
Tinker’s grandfather taught her chess when she stopped trying to eat the pieces, sometime around her second birthday. She beat him regularly by the time she was five but she never liked the game. It was fine and good to puzzle around the limits of the pieces, but it ignored the humanity of the game piece’s names. One knight should be able to best the rest in combat. One bishop should be able to perform miracles and raise the dead. One of the rooks should be a genius inventor of impenetrable defenses. One of the pawns should be a coward and another a spy for the other side. While she couldn’t remember the source of this opinion, she suspected Tooloo, since chess with the half-elf often ended with the white queen seduced by the black knight, or the black bishop killing his own king as a heretic.
The thing about chess—it was only hard if you couldn’t guess what your opponent’s next move would be. Once you recognized the pattern of attack, you could run circles around the other player.
Like the oni had been doing to them.
Over and over again, the oni had been one step ahead of the elves.
“Shit,” Tinker breathed as chess, Tooloo, and the events of the last few days collided in her brain.
Fight your shadow, Providence had told her.
A shadow was right there, under your feet, watching every move.
“Shit!” Tinker slapped her hand over her mouth. If she was right, then anything she said could be heard.
“Are you okay?” Stormsong asked.
Hand still over her mouth, Tinker nodded, eyes wide.
How was she going to beat someone that knew what she was about to do?
39: Making Peace
If Jewel Tear was a drug then Tommy was addicted. He tried quitting cold turkey, pushing on ahead, carrying Spot to fill his hands. Like any good drug, though, the hooks were sunk deep into him already, urging him to do stupid things. He clung tight to his anger to armor himself against the urges. He might care about Jewel Tear against his will and all common sense, but she wasn’t in love with him. The oni made sure she understood all the horrors of the whelping pens. Tommy was a convenient tool, a way to delay the inevitable if she was recaptured by the oni.
The thing that pissed him off the most was the fact that Jin was right. Jewel Tear kept going on and on about Windwolf offering sponsorship to Tommy. Behind that “bitch about my ex” was the assumption that the half-oni would follow the tengu’s lead and tie themselves to a domana. Despite the cat ears and the little cousin that was more dog than boy, Tommy was an acceptable boy toy because one day he was going to be Beholden.
Someone’s. Anyone’s. Not hers—at least she wasn’t asking.
Part of him—linked strongly to his dick—desperately wanted her to ask.
The intelligent part of him was terrified that she might because his dick would agree in an instant. And the intelligent part knew that it would be a bad, bad thing. The half-oni wanted a seat at the in-crowd’s Round Table. Pittsburgh was a Wind Clan town, and the way things were going, it was going to stay that way. Windwolf had hinted that the Stone Clan domana were chosen by their clan to be sacrificial lambs. Someone had picked Jewel Tear for shits and giggles because she was Windwolf’s ex. Now that she had lost all her sekasha, she was in danger of becoming as much a social leper as Forest Moss. Yeah, part of him wanted to be her knight in shining armor and save her from that whole mess, but that was the little head talking. Teaming up with Jewel Tear would be throwing his people in a tar pit.
Of course it might be just his little head talking to assume she would even ask. She might be planning on digging a big hole and burying him in it as soon as they got close to Pittsburgh. She might not want the other elves to find out she was screwing the oni spawn. Once she was safe in town, she would have no more need of him as a boy toy. If she still “needed” him, it would be as muscle, and Tommy didn’t want to set his family up to be anyone’s goons. All he wanted for his family was to live in peace.
But that took Tommy back to how Jin was right, which only made him even more annoyed. Jin claimed that you had to create peace first before you could live in it. Tommy had already proven Jin right once by saving Windwolf from Malice. He was proving it again by taking Jewel Tear back to Pittsburgh with detailed information about where the oni forces were located. He thought he could make his stand once and retreat to the back line and let the elves duke it out. Obviously he was going to have sit at the damn Round Table, be an ally, and be part of the war effort if he was going to protect his family.
The question was, whose knight in shining armor was he going to be?
He still didn’t know the answer to that question when they reached train tracks and his hidden hoverbike.
#
Nor did he know when they rumbled through Pittsburgh. There were gossamers hanging over the faire grounds, unloading hordes of elves in Stone Clan black. Fire Clan red surrounded the field. There was no sign of Wind Clan blue.
What the hell happened while he was gone?
They thread their way through the royal forces, drawing stares. Jewel Tear was tucked behind him, pressed tight and arms around him. Spot was balanced on in front of him, legs and feet dangling over the handlebar. They found Prince True Flame at a tent, leaning over a table covered with maps.
“Where’s Wolf Who Rules?” Tommy asked. He wanted Windwolf there when Jewel Tear gave the oni position. He wanted the elves to unite and kick oni butt—not each other’s.
Prince True Flame ignored him, staring at Jewel Tear’s shorn hair. “Are you hurt, child?”
“Where is Wolf?” Jewel Tear flipped through the maps on the table. “He should hear what I have to say. And who is arriving?”
“Darkness, Sunder and Cana Lily.”
The names meant nothing to Tommy but Jewel Tear’s eyes went wide.
“They sent two Harbingers!” Jewel Tear gasped.
He did know what Harbingers were. They were the seasoned warlords that the elves had used to fight the oni on Earth. There had been a dozen that kicked oni butt back to Onihida while the elves pulled down the pathways between Earth and Elfhome. Tommy could guess which two of the three were the Harbingers. One of these t
hings is not like the others.
“The sekasha demanded that the Stone Clan send veterans,” Prince True Flame said.
“We’ll need them.” Jewel Tear found the map she wanted and traced the train track as it slashed through wilderness. “The oni have strongholds built deep in the wilderness that they access by train.” She marked a point on the train tracks and ran her fingers southward. “The camps are south enough that we wouldn’t see them via gossamer as we come in from Aum Renau. I counted four in all, but there could be more. There were thousands of warriors at each camp, wargs, and horrors. They also have another whelping pen.”
Jewel Tear shivered only slightly but Prince True Flame caught it.
The prince flicked a hand to signal a female Wyvern forward. “My people will see you to the hospice to be cared for.”
Such a polite way of saying that she would be given an abortion.
“There is no need.” Jewel Tear tried to wave off the Wyvern. “I was not raped. They did not have time.”
Only a lifetime serving his brutal father allowed Tommy to keep surprise off this face. If Jewel Tear was truly fertile, they’d done it more than enough times to almost guarantee that she was pregnant. She could have stayed quiet and let their assumptions stand and be rid of any child he’d gotten on her.
“You have been battered and sorely used.” The female warrior chided Jewel Tear like a mother dealing with a cranky child.
Jewel Tear’s gaze turned cold and hard. “Yes, I am sore and tired and dirty and hungry but there is much I need to explain about the oni force. This one freed me.” She indicated Tommy with a wave of her hand. “While I was being moved from one camp to the whelping pens. We were able to kill all the oni transporting me, but sooner or later, they will realize I’ve slipped through their fingers and they will move. We must act quickly before they can shift again.”
