Part 27 (1/2)
Tinker started to bow too, but Pony checked her with a hand to her shoulder and a slight shake of his head.
Sparrow's eyes narrowed slightly at the gesture, and she flicked her hand dismissively at Pony. ”You are released from this duty. Take the car and return to the enclave.”
”I am ze domi ani ze domi ani's”-Pony stressed the plural-”guard. I will be going with her.”
Pony startled Sparrow into showing cold deep anger that smoothed away a moment later.
”Come, then.” Sparrow motioned toward the elevator cage. ”I am needed at Aum Renau and can ill spare my attention for this baby-sitting run.”
More than three would have crowded the elevator, so the Wyverns waited on the ground while Sparrow, Pony, and Tinker boarded. The doors had to be closed manually, and a bell rung to signal that all was ready for the cage to be raised. Still, the elevator rose as smoothly as it had descended.
Sparrow studied Tinker as they rode upward, and gave a slight sniff. ”She smells so much of mud, one would think Wolf Who Rules fas.h.i.+oned her out of dirt.”
Pony did not bother to hide his anger. ”You fumbled badly, Sparrow. The Wyverns dealt with her in their normal heavy-handed manner and nearly hurt ze domi ani ze domi ani. You should have accompanied them.”
”And you should remember I'm domana domana now, not now, not kuetaun, kuetaun,” Sparrow chided him. ”As for the Wyverns...” She clicked her tongue in an elfin shrug. ”The fault does not lie with me. No one would expect the Wyverns to be stupid enough to attack the viceroy's wife.”
The cage slid up into the gondola and the safety locks reengaged with a thud under their feet, m.u.f.fled now by wood and carpet.
Sparrow folded back the door to reveal that the cage was tucked into an alcove of a richly paneled hallway. ”I have clothes for her; they'll need fitting. First, though, she'll have to have the barnyard washed off her. Go, clean her.”
Tinker bristled. ”I can speak low tongue quite well. And I'm fully capable of was.h.i.+ng myself.”
”Then do so. We have much to do before we arrive at Aum Renau. You must be fit to be brought before the queen.” Sparrow bowed curtly and shot a hard look at Pony to collect a bow from him. Once Pony had paid his due to her, she flowed away, a s.h.i.+mmer of white and cerulean.
”This way, domi, domi,” Pony murmured to Tinker, indicating that they were to get out of the way of the arriving Wyverns. He led her down the hallway that cut through the center of the gondola. Behind them, the gossamer's crew prepared to cast off the moorings. There was an odd unpredictability to the floor that hadn't been that noticeable standing still; it s.h.i.+fted right and left, up and down minutely, so that each stride felt like a misstep.
Rooms were carefully balanced off either side of the hallway. The first door stood open, revealing an observation room, all done in creamy white and accents of red, with a bank of windows open to sky. Three elf females sat surrounded with bolts of Faire silk, laughing as they worked with the material. They looked up as Tinker paused to glance in at the view, and they went into stunned silence at her appearance.
”Pardon,” Tinker stammered, and started to bow out of reflex. Again Pony caught her shoulder and shook his head. ”Why do you keep doing that?” she whispered as she fled the doorway.
”You are higher caste than Sparrow and those females,” Pony said. ”There is no one on board that you should bow to.”
”Oh.” Tinker pointed to her forehead. ”The dau dau?”
”Yes, the dau dau, and that you are now Windwolf's domi domi.” Pony opened a door and stepped into a small room of hand-painted ceramic tiles. The motif was phoenix and flame flowers-a riot of reds and oranges on pristine white. ”This is the bath. Do you wish to be attended?”
”No!” she cried, then eyed the room. Having been practically raised by Tooloo, she thought she knew how elves bathed-just like humans. The room certainly challenged her notion of this. She recognized the bathrobe hanging on a hook, but there were no faucets. There was what looked like a pull chain dangling next to a spout, but it was at knee level. ”This is a bathroom?”
Pony considered the question carefully and then nodded. ”Yes.” He leaned into the room-he seemed loath to actually enter it-and lifted up a wooden disc sitting on a wide waist-high shelf. Beneath it was a large circular tank of steaming water. ”This is the pesh pesh.” He replaced the lid. ”Bae.” This was a wide shallow bowl. ”Giree.” A dried hollow gourd. ”Safat.” A sponge-looking...thing.
”Soap?” she said hopefully.
Thankfully there was soap, heavenly scented, in a paste form close enough to bar soap that she could wing it. Pony handed the soap crock down off its shelf, then stood there, distressed. ”I can get an attendant to help you.”
”I can wash myself.” Yeah. Sure. Yeah. Sure. ”Just-what's the pull chain for?” ”Just-what's the pull chain for?”
Pony winced. ”The wash water.” He pointed to the low spout. ”You fill the basin and pour it over you, then use the soap and the safat safat, and rinse again, then into the pesh pesh to soak.” to soak.”
”Ah, I see.” Seemed a d.a.m.n uncomfortable way to wash, but she supposed it saved water. No wonder Tooloo stuck to human showers. ”I can handle it from here.”
The cold-water scrub was bracing-she'd rather never do that again. The tub's water seemed hot enough to melt her into a careless puddle, but she found herself worrying about everything. Why did the queen want to see her? Was Windwolf in some type of trouble for using the Skin Clan magic? How was she going to stand being so short and plain in a herd of high-caste elves? And why did Sparrow have a dau dau mark? Had the female been human in some distant past? mark? Had the female been human in some distant past?
Pony tapped on the door. ”Domi, pardon, but Sparrow does need you to fit your clothes.”
It took every ounce of courage to climb out of the tub, tie on the bathrobe, and unlatch the door.
Pony looked as unhappy as she felt.
”What's wrong?” she asked him, trying not to clench the bathrobe tight around her. It covered her neck to ankles and then some, but still she felt naked in front of him.
”There is much for you to know before you meet the queen, what is proper and what would be unspeakably rude. It is not my...place to tell you these things, for I am just sekasha sekasha-but there is only Sparrow, and I'm afraid she's taking a kaet kaet.”
”A kaet kaet?” She giggled; it was a purposely rude way of saying Sparrow was throwing a snit. ”Why?”
”I suspect she's jealous of you.”
”Of me?”
”She had ambitions to become Windwolf's wife.” Seeing the look on her face, Pony added quickly. ”No, no, they are not old lovers. There are some who make alliances with marriages, where two work together well, and they agree to make it a partners.h.i.+p. But that would not suit Windwolf.”
”Are you sure?”
”I have known Windwolf all my life, and I believe I see him with clarity, whereas Sparrow-age only makes you wiser if you stay honest with yourself.”
”Why does she have a dau dau?”
”Windwolf's father marked her when she was young to raise her out of the kuetaun kuetaun caste, otherwise the caste, otherwise the sekasha sekasha would have never listened to her orders.” would have never listened to her orders.”
Ah, yes, the sn.o.bbery of elves. Like it or not, she was stuck dealing with it now. ”What does the queen want with me anyhow?”
”She wishes to see you.”
”Me? Why? I'm just a snot-nosed Pittsburgh teenager with an interesting ear job.”
Pony nodded several times, as if ticking off her words in an effort to pa.r.s.e them. ”Yes,” he finally said, still nodding. ”Exactly.”
”What?”
”You are a young elf. All things elfin fall under the queen's power. Now that you are elfin, so you are now her subject.”
”Automatically? I don't get any say?”
”No more than when you were born in Pittsburgh and fell under Maynard's power.”
She wanted to say that was different, but she couldn't decide how. The fact that her conception was far from normal-perhaps paralleling her transformation into an elf-gave her a very unstable base to argue from. ”Does she do this with every elf?”
”No. You are, however, now her cousin.”