Part 5 (1/2)
”Thank you.” She bowed back. ”May I think about it and choose my boon later?”
”Of course.” Terciel went back to eating his twigs, but then his mouth fell open and he jumped to his feet. ”What is that?” he sputtered. ”A fairy, in my lodge! Begone.” He turned to Miszrial. ”Get that foul fairy out of here.”
Everyone was staring at him, astonished. He was pointing at the doorway but there was nothing there. Had a bhata come in? But wait, the elves couldn't see the bhata.
Keelie looked down at the floor and up to the corners of the room. Nothing. Though she felt the tingling magic of the trees and bhata outside, there was nothing fairy in the building.
Then Coyote, that wily fae trickster, walked past the door, glancing in as if he weren't really interested in what was going on, and Terciel began to gnash his teeth again.
Keelie jumped up. ”A boon. I mean, I've thought of one.
Terciel scowled at her. ”Now? Get that fairy out of here and I'll grant you a second one.”
”One was very generous, thank you. I wish to take my fae friend Coyote with me to the High Court.”
The Council head's silver hair flew out in an arc as he whipped his head toward her. ”You brought that fairy dog here?”
”No, he came on his own. And he's a coyote. I'll need all the help I can get,” Keelie said. ”A fairy on my side can't hurt. I can't take the bhata with me, even though they're powerful when they join together. My father told me that the High Court is a thousand times more potent, and cruel as well.”
Terciel frowned, his former awe of her forgotten. ”You side with the dark fae?” he thundered. ”You waste an elven boon on a fae dog? Whom do you serve, Keliel Heartwood, mortal child? I doubt your motives.”
”I came here to help you,” Keelie insisted. Beside her, Sean rose too. Elia seemed to shrink into herself.
He'd called her mortal child as if it was an insult. The fae sounded scary, but Keelie couldn't wait to meet them, even though she only had a drop of fae blood.
She had no idea how they would treat her, of course. She could end up shunned by both sides. Keelie thought of all the magical challenges she'd faced so far, since her mother had died. She had destroyed the evil Red Cap at the High Mountain Faire, saved the dying unicorn in the Wildewood of upstate New York, and restored the waning curse of the Dread Forest, not to mention that she'd helped cure her uncle of vampirism and reunited him with his family, and the treeling acorn she'd been given by the Wildewood was now the Queen Tree of the Dread Forest. Pretty impressive for a girl who'd just gotten her drivers' license.
She had no clue what she would encounter among the fae. If their queen was as mean and set in her ways as Lord Terciel was in his, she had a hard job ahead. With each challenge she'd faced, she'd changed a little, but she could handle it. Of course, those were probably famous last words.
Keelie stood outside of the lodge. She needed to be alone for a moment. After Terciel had stormed out of breakfast, Elia had sobbed all day and Sean, furious at the treatment they'd received, had tried to call Zeke twice. At least she and Sean had been able to spend some time with Norzan, although Elia had not left her room. When Miszrial delivered their evening meal to the lodge, the empty stone walls seemed hung with emotion.
Now, two hours before midnight, Keelie breathed in the crisp night air. Here, the stars were brighter and larger than even in the Dread Forest. Keelie looked up at them, framed by the burgeoning leaves of the comforting trees around the building.
”Are you not cold?” Norzan's voice came from the darkness beyond the lamplight.
Keelie smiled. ”Not really. It's been a h.e.l.l of a day, hasn't it?”
Norzan moved closer, this time holding onto a staff to help him walk. His hair gleamed the color of moonbeams. ”I want to warn you of what you face tonight.”
”Terciel said we would go through the portal at midnight. The others are preparing. Elia is determined to go, although I don't think she should come with us.”
Norzan nodded. ”I agree. But she is strong willed. A good thing for the mother of the first elf to be born in almost a hundred years.” He looked around, tilting his face as if listening to the night. Satisfied with what he heard, he continued. ”The trees say that the fae are on the move. They sense you are here.”
”Me? I can't even hear your trees half the time. I have to work at talking to them.”
His eyes glinted in the darkness, seeming to shoot blue sparks. ”When you reach the portal, you will find that it is only a door in the midst of nothing, but when you step through, you will be in the midst of the Quicksilver Faire, where you will find the entrance to the High Court.”
The Quicksilver Faire sounded like fun-the first glimmer of enjoyment she'd had so far in this dreary elven village.
”The Quicksilver Faire is the marketplace of the dark and high fae. It is dangerous, Keelie. Obey all rules, and be on your guard.”
”Of course. We'll be careful, I promise.”
He regarded her gravely. ”You must do more than promise. A misstep would not mean death necessarily, but an immortal lifetime trapped in the land of Fairy.”
Keelie's heart sank. She didn't know if she had an immortal lifetime, but it would still suck to be stuck in Fairy and never see her dad again.
It was almost midnight, but Keelie could see everything clearly. They stood before the portal, a huge oak door in the forest halfway up Mount Eaton, the mountain that formed the backdrop for Big Nugget. Before her, the door's strange silver doork.n.o.b glowed as if it had been dipped in moonlight. Life-sized polar bear ice sculptures flanked the door, each holding a revolving model of Earth with fire shooting up out of it like a volcano.
”Weirdest torch ever. It's like something out of a theme park.”
Sean leaned close to one of the polar bears and pushed his metal jousting helmet to the back of his head. He was wearing a mail s.h.i.+rt over a leather jerkin, and a sword belted to his waist. Not full armor, but enough to make a bodyguard statement. ”It doesn't seem cold enough to maintain this ice.”
”Is this really how we get to the High Court?” Keelie asked Knot and Coyote. The cat shrugged.
”Don't ask me. I'm from Los Angeles. This was the route pointed out to us,” Coyote said. He started sniffing around the door. He'd coached them the entire way on their trek up the mountain, after their second strange and inedible dinner.
Do not eat anything while you're there was the instruction that Keelie remembered best. It probably meant that the faire would be full of insanely yummy food. She'd have to be on guard.
Sean examined the sculptured torches. ”I've never seen anything like this.”
”Fairies, of course,” Elia said. ”What they do never makes sense.
Keelie glared at her. ”Shut up. You're not allowed on this mission. I can't believe you snuck up after us.” What she really couldn't believe was that Elia had been so good at sneaking that none of them had heard her until Knot saw her flit from tree to tree and sounded the alarm. Well, the yowl.
”You couldn't leave me back in Grey Mantle. They don't want me there. What if something happens to you?” Elia batted her eyes.
”That only works on guys, Elia,” Keelie said dryly. ”And you are so not coming with us. You're pregnant. Uncle Dariel would kill me if something happened to you and the baby. Not to mention, all the elves on the planet.”
”None of the local elves seem to care.” Elia said it lightly, but Keelie heard the hurt in her voice.
Sean cleared his throat. ”We're here on a diplomatic mission, Elia. Try to be nice.”
”Thank you, Sean.” Keelie wandered around the other side of the door. It looked the same as the front. ”What if you went through it in this direction?”
”I don't know. Maybe we'd go somewhere else.” Coyote looked at them. ”We need to get going. It's nearly midnight, and Terciel said to be there at the stroke of.”
”You're right,” Keelie said. ”I hope he meant human midnight.”
”Elves invented clocks,” Elia said. ”So technically it's elf midnight.”
”It doesn't matter to you, Elia, because you aren't going.” Keelie stood in front of the door and tried to turn the k.n.o.b, but it seemed to slither free of her hand.
Sean's forehead crinkled in puzzlement. ”Do you say a magic word and it opens?”
”I can try.” Keelie stood in front of the door, straightened her shoulders, lengthened her arms, and projected her voice. ”Open Sesame.” She had seen that in an old movie about Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. Still nothing.
”You got any more bright ideas?” Elia put her hands on her hips. ”You're the one with fairy blood.”
”Abracadabra.” Keelie said, in a lesser confident tone.