by C. Gockel
“How did we get here yesterday? Or whenever it was. I forgot to ask.”
“And we could never leave you without your answers,” he muttered ahead before throwing a backward glance over his shoulder. “Through the deeper parts of our world. I daresay that is the reason you were so fatigued when you awoke last. Other than the blow to the head, of course.”
“What, traveling to the deeper parts of faerie lands makes humans want to sleep?”
“No. Being yanked through different currents of time and across the empty spaces between without due control does.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“And reckless. It was. It was also the only resource I had available.”
Lily hurried up and captured his fingers. His skin was even colder than usual and, when he stopped abruptly to stare at her with a question in his eyes, his lashes were wet.
“I wanted to thank you,” she said. “I wanted to say that even if it didn’t count according to the necklace, what you did counted to me. So, there. Thank you. And you can keep track of it.” She smiled.
After a moment of apparent surprise, he returned the gesture. It was a simple smile without mischief or malice in it, and Lily found it warmed her a little in spite of the cold seeping into her fingers. Then, he tightened his own fingers around hers and the world around them changed while remaining still. They had crossed the opening, and once more, she hadn’t even seen it coming.
They stood now on the outskirts of the forest beyond where it became only a sparse population of lonely trunks and close enough to the river that the smell of fresh water and moss and mud overpowered everything else. Troy stepped back from her as if they hadn’t just shared… something.
“Do attempt to think before speaking this time,” he said, gesturing for her to walk with him.
“I’ll do my best.”
Side by side, not ten paces later, they crossed another opening that showed them a starker version of the same abandoned landscape. The only hint of movement was Glaistig herself, rising from her throne-like rock to greet them with a wide grin that showed sharp, pointy teeth.
“Well, well,” she said. “It would seem I was right after all and the little girl survived her trial. Come and sit. Let us celebrate.”
Glaistig didn’t offer them food or drink. She barely gestured to offer them a seat on the ground at her feet. Her idea of celebrating, Lily thought, was very similar to other’s people idea of a cat eying the canary.
“Tell me, then. How did you come to succeed?” she asked after a moment.
“That’s not important,” Lily said, very careful not to look at Troy for support even if that was what she wanted to do. “I have the stone you needed and my end of the bargain is fulfilled. That’s what we should focus on.”
Glaistig’s eyes did cut over to Troy then, her lips twisting in a smirk that he answered with one of his own.
“I see you have become more cautious of your words, little girl,” she said. “That is no fun, but no matter. I was to tell you of the good doctor now, was I not?”
“Yes. You agreed to tell me all you know about her disappearance.”
Glaistig leaned back on her rock as if she were lounging in the most comfortable chaise and tapped her lips.
“So I did. Where do I begin? Should I remark upon the weather?”
“The weather? What has that to do with anything?” Lily said, puzzled, but Troy spoke over her words.
“The cold of winter lingers for far too long over our lands. That is an easy enough observation to make and hardly pertinent to the bargain.”
“Hardly pertinent? Come now, Kelpie. I know you have noticed it in the water of your streams. I know you must have wondered about it when you realized there was a bogey pack where before only brownies stood in the house of the doctor. Surely you understand the implications.”
“But would the weather be at fault for the change or would the change precipitate the weather?”
“That is the question, is it not? The answer I can give to the best of my abilities is that the weather prevailed.”
Lily’s attention darted from one to the other as they talked. The words must have some importance because Troy had sat up and forward, his upper torso angled just so to reveal his interest and his eyes narrowed. Glaistig also seemed to be delighted at her own information. It was clear they were speaking of something that went completely over her head and Lily chafed at it, but didn’t dare interrupt. Troy would give her answers later… Wouldn’t he? She turned to him and found him studying her with a thoughtful frown. Was she supposed to say something? She didn’t know what and fear gripped her for a moment before she realized he wasn’t looking at her, but at her necklace.
“You speak of the Grim’s warning,” he mused, speaking to Glaistig but not looking away from Lily. “I did wonder. Tell us more.”
“Once the bogeys appeared, they kept to their old routines,” Glaistig continued. “I ensured they would know they had all my attention, but I was told my concern was in vain for they had no intention of causing harm to the doctor.”
“Preposterous.” Troy scoffed. “They attacked the doctor and the girl.”
Glaistig laughed. “Surely you do not mean to say that they lied!”
“There was nothing unintended about the harm they caused, I assure you.”
“To the girl. They were under no obligations regarding her, and indeed they never even mentioned her presence. The doctor? They harmed her not.”
“You seem very sure.”
“I am. In fact, I will tell you that they protected her. The attack on the child must have been a very unlucky consequence of their agitation.”
“How did you come to know this? Your sphere of influence runs deep, but not so much so that you can vouch for the actions of other fay.”
“You met the redcaps. I saw it in your barely healed skin the last time we spoke. Much like you thought to gather information regarding the doctor’s whereabouts from me, so did they and from them I learned this truth.” Glaistig leaned forward, grinning like a maniac until her face was only a hand’s span away from Troy’s. “I learned the bogeys had been charged to guard and protect where the redcaps were meant to find and retrieve.”
“The redcaps were a rescue party?” Lily blurted out, her tone a touch hysterical. Both Troy and Glaistig turned to stare at her. “I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation. It’s all very entertaining and informative, but did you just say that the redcaps were a rescue party? Because it sounded like you did and that’s crazy.”
Glaistig narrowed her eyes. “Kelpie, do keep your pet human in hand. She is most rude.”
“I recall you had an interest in dealing with her before. Her speaking up is the consequence to striking the bargain with her and not me,” said Troy. However, his position shifted and his hand came to rest on Lily’s shoulder, a chilly warning to hold her tongue. “Perhaps her… emphatic comments are meant to remind you of this fact, Glaistig.”
“I would hardly forget my own bargain!”
“Then perhaps you might speak in plainer terms that the one you bargained with might obtain the information you promised her.”
Glaistig blinked slowly, contemplating Troy’s words, and Lily realized that she hadn’t in fact noticed that not a single word she had said made sense for someone with little knowledge of the fay. Her lips parted almost comically and Lily could have sworn she saw the exact moment Glaistig knew how rude she had been herself, and how close to breaking the letter of her bargain.
“It appears that bargaining with the uneducated folk is a double-edged blade,” she said with a wry smile. “Very well. Rest assured that it was not my intention to cheat you of the knowledge you have rightfully earned, Doctor’s child. In plainer terms, as Kelpie suggests that I speak, this is what I know. The incident that changed the brownies into bogeys and injured the good doctor was a planned strategy to change their alliance. Then, once they counted themselves among the dark ones, they r
eceived instructions to guard her and her home. Their strength was not enough and the doctor was taken. The attack upon you must have been the result of their frenzy over failure, I am sure. A trap meant to catch the ones who had robbed them of their charge and not you. When the news of the mishap spread, the redcap pack was sent forth to find where the doctor was and to free her if at all possible. They failed as well, perhaps because their commands regarding you were sloppily given and their nature caused them to lash out instead of to explain. I do not know.”
Lily’s mind reeled and she was grateful for the fact that Troy’s hand still rested in her shoulder, seemingly restraining but in truth offering comfort. With every sentence out of Glaistig’s mouth, it had become more difficult to breathe. There were too many implications. She had never entertained the idea that the monsters she had met, those who had tried to kill her, had actually been the good side. The side fighting for her grandmother. What could possibly be the other side?
“Who?” she heard herself ask. “Who attacked her then?”
“Ah. That I cannot tell you for certain, but I do know that there is only one force capable of imposing the change upon the brownies and of commanding redcaps to go against their nature.”
“And there is but one adversary worthy for such a force,” Troy murmured, somewhere close by Lily’s side.
“That is my belief. But why the Queens would go to war, I do not know.”
“You’re talking over my head again,” Lily said, swallowing and trying to focus once more. “Who?”
“The faerie Queens, child,” Glaistig said, perplexed. “Surely even one such as you knows of them?”
“The most infamous tales of them speak of Winter and Summer courts,” Troy explained. “Air and darkness and cold against earth and light and warmth. It is not an exhaustive explanation of what each court is, but it is accurate enough, I suppose.”
“Are you talking Shakespeare? Mab and Titania are real?”
“Hush! Do not speak those names, for while they are not theirs, they fit well enough their mantle that they might hear, and you do not want their gaze turned upon you,” Glaistig said.
“They are real.”
“They are characters from a play,” Glaistig said. “They capture but a fraction of what is real.”
“Okay.” Lily breathed out. “Okay. So there’s winter and summer. That’s why you began talking about the weather and such. And winter actually tried to help my grandmother, so you think that summer is involved. Why?”
“I do not know.”
Lily wanted to scream. So what help had this whole thing been, then? There were no definite answers. She didn’t know why her grandmother had been attacked, she didn’t know where she was, and the one certainty she had clung to had been yanked out from under her feet when she had learned that the creatures trying to carve her up and eat her were actually the friendlies.
No, she didn’t want to scream. She wanted to cry and hide in a corner until someone, preferably her grandmother, came to tell her that it had all been a nightmare and that pancakes were ready.
Except that she felt too numb to even cry.
Troy stood and brought her to her feet with him.
“A most enlightening conversation, Glaistig. Your part of the bargain is done. Take the stone and be in peace,” he said. Something changed hands, but Lily couldn’t bring herself to care about it. Then, Troy pulled her gently along the path.
She caught a faint glimmer marking the opening and then they were gone, back in the real world. One foot in front of the other, another opening, humid soothing air against her skin and the walls of numbness began to crumble.
She fell to her knees, somewhere safe.
Chapter Twenty-One
“What are we going to do now?” Lily asked. She wasn’t sobbing, but her hands shook.
Troy came to stand before her and she felt his eyes on her, but refused to look up. She might tear up if she did. Silence stretched on for a long moment and then he knelt in front of her.
“You handled yourself well,” he said when he caught her attention.
“Fat lot of good that did me. She’s still missing.”
“It did. Look at me. A blunder might have ensnared you with more and more favors in exchange for meager portions of information. You did well guarding your words and ensuring there was no room for misrepresentation of hers. You even succeeded to shield part of your distress until we were out of her domain, and if part of your pain bled through, I cannot blame you. You did well, Lily.”
The words were a meager comfort, but they did make her feel better. Perhaps because Troy was so sparse with praise and so open about her many shortcomings, but it still sparked a spot of warmth in her. On impulse, she slumped forward and let her head rest against his chest.
He started and his body tensed, quivering like a bow strung too tight against her cheek, but he didn’t jerk away. She was grateful. She would have done a pretty amusing face-plant if he had. Instead, he brought his hand to her back, the ghost of a touch that screamed awkward and yet made her choke in emotion.
“I’m not supposed to say thank you,” she said, “but can I say I appreciate you doing this?”
She heard his chuckle and felt the tremor of his body at the same time. It was a good sensation, even if there was still tension lacing it.
“I suppose that would be acceptable.”
“I do, then. And I’m… Eh. I suppose I regret breaking down. Back then. And now. I haven’t really picked myself up yet and I’m making you uncomfortable, aren’t I?”
“Slightly.”
She sat back on her heels and straightened her spine, rubbing her palms over her eyes to dry the lingering wetness and to hide the high color of embarrassment. Strange, that she was embarrassed but not insulted.
“I’m—no, wait. I didn’t mean to.”
“I know. Do not fret over it.”
“It’s just I feel so lost right now. I thought we would know what to do by now. I thought we would be picking Grandma up by now. Instead, we have just been told, what? That this is some issue between people powerful enough to make what I’ve seen so far look like child’s play? There’s no way forward. You told me that I plunged on regardless of danger, but at this point I don’t even know in which direction to plunge.”
Troy shifted from his kneeling position to sit in front of her. He ran a hand through his hair, thoughtful, and Lily noted the way the movement caused small rivulets to run down his neck. It was always wet, his hair, most often than not wet enough to drip, and it didn’t matter if he ran his hands through the black locks like he just had or if he shook his head, not even if he was trapped underground with rocks falling all around him and dust swirling in the hot air. It never dried. It was most curious. She wondered if—
“There is one clear direction forward,” he said. She blinked, surprised, and found him staring at her with an intensity that made her blush. She hadn’t been that obvious while observing him, had she? “But you must be sure that you wish to pursue it before we plan any further,” he continued, purposefully ignoring her mortification.
“Of course I want to keep going,” she said, almost on autopilot. “I’ve come this far, haven’t I?”
“Listen carefully, Lily. Do try to think with your head before making a choice because what comes next is nothing like what you have faced up to now.”
“Nothing at all? Not even a little bit similar?”
“Do not make light of it,” he said even as he cracked a small smile. “The courts of faerie are sweeter and more ruthless than you imagine.”
“Okay. I won’t make fun. Still, fay are fay, aren’t they?”
“Yes and not quite. Here, we follow the rules as they please us and have only our tedium and pride to contend with. The courts make game of adhering to strict codes so that they may circumvent them and their battles for position and favor are never ending. There is no prize for winning and only humiliation for those not playing.”
“Which means I’ll make a fool of myself in five minutes flat.”
“Or worse. And time, since you mention it, might be another issue for you to consider. The courts lie much deeper into our side of the world than my territory goes. If the currents of time run different here, then the thrones of the Queens sit on the shore, untouched by such frivolities as hours or years.”
“How will it affect me?”
“I do not know, but it will affect you in some way. Your mind is not made to ignore time. Still, I believe we can return before that becomes an issue.”
“Where’s the issue then?”
“We can return, but I have no way of knowing or guaranteeing to when.”
“There’s no approximate ratio? Nothing to guide us?”
“No. We may spend a few days in court and return to find a few hours have passed on your side, or a few years.”
“My grandmother could be dead by the time we figure out where she is, who took her or why.”
“Your mother might be dead if luck does not favor us,” he said in quiet tones, driving the point home.
Lily twisted her fingers until her knuckles turned white. She had been ready to face the dangers of traitorous creatures, but time was different. It was inexorable. It didn’t give you a fighting chance. Up to now, everything had happened quickly and whatever trail the faeries left, it had caused people in town to avoid noticing her grandmother’s house lay empty and the both of them were gone. The relationship between her mother and grandmother was strained, so there wouldn’t have been phone calls. Things in Manchester would still be normal. If she chose to continue searching, she might never be able to return to Manchester, to see her mother, her father.
She could turn back now. She knew Troy would keep looking, if only to learn the truth of the matter, and she could go back to her parent’s and tell them… Tell them what? That the bogeyman had taken away Mackenna in the dead of the night? She would have to concoct some story. There would be cops and investigations and questions. Lots of questions she had no answer for. And it didn’t matter, really, because regardless of what she answered and how many times they looked, the authorities would never solve the case. They wouldn’t find her grandmother.
