BUT THIS IS NOT THE PROPER PLACE FOR BARGAINING, she said. Follow me.
Ariana picked up Phin in her arms. Samuel looked at Gabriel.
Im okay, Doc, he said. He glanced at Ariana, then looked at me. Werewolf? he mouthed.
No, said Samuel. Thats me. Ariana is fae.
Gabriel jerked his head to Samuel. Youre . . . And then his face cleared. That explains a few things . . . Snowball?
Samuel smiled. Are you sure you dont need help?
Phins the one who was really hurt, he said. Hes gotten a lot better over the past week, but he didnt start off good.
I gave Gabriel a sharp look, but I supposed it wasnt really important to tell him that hed only been gone a day, out in the real worldif we didnt get out before Zee had to stop holding the door open, then it really wouldnt matter.
The fairy queens voice floated through the doorway. Are you coming?
Ariana nodded to Samuel, who took point again out the door, following the fairy queen. Ariana went next, and I waved my hand for Gabriel and Jesse to precede me. I took a deep breath, the kind that cleared your mind and lungs before some extreme endeavorand smelled earth and growing things in this cold marble room.
Only the fairy queens glamour would work in her Elphame, Zee had said. I paid attention to my nose as we walked down the hall in the wake of the fairy queen.
Question, I thought, as I tried to sniff out the scents that were real from the ones produced by the queens illusions. If it looks like a hallway, feels like a hallway, and acts like a hallwayis it important to figure out that it isnt a hallway?
But curiosity is very nearly my besetting sin. Gradually, as we walked, the scent of dirt, of the sap of wounded wood, and of something that might have been sorrow grew. I glanced up at the dangling lights and saw tree roots instead of silver wires, and shining rocks instead of gemstones, rocks much like the one Zee had given Ariana. I blinked, and the gems were back, but I didnt believe in them anymore, and they wavered.
I stumbled and looked down, momentarily seeing a root sticking up from a soft dirt floor, then my vision changed and the tiny white tiles, laid flat and even with nothing to trip over, were back.
Mercy? Jesse asked. Are you all right?
The queen looked back at me, and her facethough still beautifulwas different from the woman shed been just a few minutes ago. It was elongated from chin to forehead, and her eyelashes were longer than humanly possible without glue and fake eyelashes. Narrow, clear wings, like a damselflys, poked up from her shoulders. They were too small to lift her body off the ground without magic.
Fine, I said.
The long silver gown the queen had been wearing was real enough, but there were dark brown stains that might have been old blood on the hem and near her wrists. The necklace she wore, which had looked like a silver-and-diamond waterfall, was of tarnished black metal, and the set stones were uncut.
My first sight of the great hall she led us to was jaw-dropping, if only for ostentatiousness. The floors were white marble shot with gray and silver, and pillars of green jade rose gracefully to support an arching ceiling that would not have looked out of place at the Notre Dame Cathedral. Silver trees with jade leaves grew out of the marble floor and shivered, disturbed by a wind I could not feel. When the leaves knocked together, they chimed musically. Graceful benches carved out of pale and dark woods, like a wooden chess set, were placed artfully around the room, occupied by lovely women and beautiful men, who all looked at us when we entered the room.
At the far side of the hall there was a raised dais with a silver throne, delicately made and decorated with gems of green and red, each as big as my hand. Curled up next to the chair was a cat that looked like a small cheetah until it lifted its head, displaying huge ears. Serval, I thought, or something that looked a lot like the medium-sized African hunting cat. But I didnt smell a cat: the whole room smelled of rotting wood and dying things.
And then the room I was walking through wasnt a room at all.
I didnt think there were any naturally occurring caves in this area. There are a few man-made caves because some of the wineries have carved their own caverns into the basalt to age their wines. Most of our geology is igneous, which allows for lava tubes, but no limestone caves like the ones in Carlsbad. I suppose magic, if it is strong enough, doesnt care much about geologybecause we were in a huge cave whose walls, ceiling, and floor were not stone but earth and roots.
The Elphame was magic made, but I wondered if it was the fairy queens magic that had created it. Ariana had looked at the tree roots in the cave Zees entrance had brought us to, and she said that there must be a forest lord about. Looking around, I thought she was right.
The floor was woven from tree rootsI had to look sharp not to trip and draw attention to myself again. The fairy queens throne was the only thing in the whole room that had not altered when I saw through the glamour. The pillars were thick roots hanging from the ceiling or bursting from the floor like living stalactites and stalagmites. The benches were formed of living wood, not so pretty as the queens illusions, but more beautiful.
Most of the fae in the room were not prettythough there were a few as long as your tastes werent hung up on humanity as a standard for beauty. None of them looked like lords and ladiesAriana and the fairy queen herself were the most human-appearing among them, and neither would have been able to walk into a store without everyone knowing that she was other.
I didnt waste much time looking at the court fae, though. It was the creature that lay behind the fairy queens throne that caught my attention. It lay huge and still, like a great redwood cut down by the woodsmans axe. It had bark and evergreen needlesbut it also had four eyes as big as dinner plates that glowed like ruby glass lanterns. It was bound with iron chains that glittered with magic. I didnt know what a forest lord looked like, but a giant tree with eyes seemed like a strong possibility.
Next to the throne was a middle-aged woman who had the strong features and coloring of the Mediterranean peopleGreek or Italian or possibly even Turkish. She wore the collar Id begun to associate with the fairy queens thralls, but she was also chained to the throne. My nose told me that somewhere among the fae, the humans, and the dying forest lord, there was a witch. I could see a witch being tough enough that the fairy queen would want more than just a silver ring around her throat to ensure she was controlled.
Among those who call themselves witches, there are various types. Least troublesome are the humans who have adopted Wicca as their religion. Some of them have a spark of power, enough to enrich their faith, but not so much to attract the attention of bigger and nastier things.
Then there are the white witchespeople born to the witch families who have chosen to do no harm. Like the mundane-born witches, white witches are usually not very powerfulbecause witch magic gets its power from death, pain, and sacrifice, and white witches have chosen to eschew that.
Most witches of any power are black witches. They smell of it, some more than others. There are black witches who skirt the doing of actual evil. Elizaveta Arkadyevna, our packs witch, is one of those. She is very powerful as witcheseven as black witchesgo. But, as I understand it, skirting evil is difficult, time-consuming, and requires a lot more from a practitioner than true black magic does. It is so much easier to use the suffering of others to make magic, and the results are more predictable.
This witchand as we closed toward the throne, the smell got stronger and stronger, making my supposition more and more likelythis witch stank of the blackest magic. In her neighborhood, pets and small children would go missing, and even the occasional homeless man. I was betting that the iron chains binding the forest lord were hers.
The room the others saw, for all its height, was not a terribly big one. The cave I could see was bigger, but almost half of it was taken up by the forest lord behind the throne. It didnt take long for us to reach the dais.
The fairy queen sat on the edge of the seat of the silver throne and reached down to pet her witchwho didnt seem to appreciate it much. The queens wings fluttered as she sat, then folded so she could lean against the back of the throne.
Her eyelids fluttered with a faint wrip-wrip sound. Once I was facing her, I could tell that her eyes were just . . . wrong. She would stare and stare, then blink rapidly. It was hard to watch.
Jesse, she said. Tell me your name?
Jessica Tamarind Hauptman, Jesse said, her voice not quite right.
Jessica, said the queen. Isnt that a pretty name? Come sit at my feet, Jessica. She looked at me and smiled as Jesse did as she was bid.
The queen leaned forward to pet her headJesse seemed to appreciate it more than the witch had. She is half-mine already, the queen told me. Your young man, Gabriel, and I have already done this as well. Havent we?
Yes, my queen, he murmured tightly.
I havent collared him because of our bargain, Mercedes Thompson, but while a human is in my presence, unless I suppress my magic, they belong to me. It was not smart of you to bring me another thrall. She patted Jesse one last time, then sat back. But that is not all you brought into my Elphame. Tell me, Mercedes, how is it that you managed to bring not only a fae, but a wolf with you when you were not to speak of this to them?
I gave her the short version. I taped our phone conversation.
I see. She looked like shed swallowed a lemon, but didnt complain. So, Mercedes Thompson, you would cry bargain. She smiled coolly. You want to exchange the Silver Borne for your life?
Ariana gave me a sharp look, but I knew how to listenand I knew about fairy bargains that left you ruing the day you made them, even before Id read Phins book. If I wasnt really careful, I could bargain the book for my lifeand end up wishing myself dead. For instance, I could get out of here and be forced to leave Jesse and Gabriel behind.
I dont know, I said, squirming under the weight of the fairy queens gaze. I bit the inside of my lip until it bledand it hurt because human-shaped teeth arent sharp enough to cut through skin easily.
Samuel, I said, a kiss for courage and clear-seeing, my love?
Samuel turned to me, startleda kiss was probably the last thing that hed been thinking of. I stood on my tiptoes and damn near had to climb him to get to his mouth. I clamped my open lips to his and tried to get as much blood into his mouth as I could. After the barest instant he seemed to understand what I was doing. He participated fully, licked my lip, and set me down gently.
I hoped the blood would work as it had in the bookstore, and that he saw what I did. It was hard to say from Samuels reaction, but I thought it had. Maybe it wouldnt matter, but, outside of the gun in my shoulder holster and the one in the small of Jesses back, Samuel was our best weapon against the fae. Maybe he was better than the guns because hed be a lot harder to stop. It couldnt hurt to have him know what he was fighting.
Very affecting, the queen said, sounding bored. Are you courageous and clear-sighted enough to give me the Silver Borne yet?
That is not a bargain, I said, trying to keep her from seeing the blood on my mouth. It is an exchange. I would consider such an exchange only if my comrades are allowed to leave. It is having them leave here safely and soon that Im interested in bargaining for.
A true bargain? she said. Do you play an instrument?
The piano and I have a hate-hate relationship. I didnt consider that playing, and I know my piano teacher hadnt either. No.
A different bargain, then. You hold something of my choosing while it changes. For each time it changes, I release one person.
She snapped her finger, and the witch muttered to herself, and the fae nearest usa short and fine-boned creature with skin like a peach and pinkish green hairburst into flame. It wasnt glamour because the room didnt change. They were real flames even though they didnt seem to hurt the fae.
She cant hold flame, without dying, said Ariana. She hadnt looked at Samuel or me since I kissed him. I dont know if she suspected something was upor if she thought we were lovers. And that breaks the heart of the bargain. It must be something that is possiblehowever unlikelyfor the challenger to accomplish.
Fine, said the queen. If you are so particular, Silver, you may be the challenger. She laughed, and the roots in the ceiling writhed as the sound of bells echoed in the room. Of course I knew who you were, dear Silverhow could you think otherwise? Are there so many of us who chose to live so disfigured by the fangs of hounds and wolves? No. Only Silver. So you may take this bargain, and the alternative is that I will kill this almost-mortal woman who is not so human as your Phin or the boy. Half-blood is not human enough to be saved by the guesting laws of the Elphame.
Ariana didnt seem to hear the queens taunts. Instead, she said clearly and slowly, I take hold of this fae, who will changethe first shape of fire counts as one. After that, for every time he changes, one of my comrades will go free. He will change five more times, three minutes each form, and if I succeed, all shall leave. If I dont, one leaves for each shape I hold.
As she was talking, Ariana set Phin down next to Gabriel. Even under the queens thrall, Gabriel put a hand on Phins shoulder to steady him.
Four times, said the queen. Five shapes. I will not let go of Mercedes Thompson, who holds the Silver Borne.
Its all right, I told Ariana. Im a survivor. Ask anyone. I can deal with the queen about the book when all of you are safe.
Six forms, said Ariana. One for each. It is in the rules. The bargain requested, all prisoners invested in the outcome tested.
The poetry didnt flow well, but I suppose that it didnt need to be very good poetry to record the rules of a fairy queen.
The queens eyes fluttered in irritation. I had a hard time not looking awayor blinking too fast myself.
Agreed, she snarled. But Mercedes is the last to be freed and your grandson first.
Samuel said, Phin, Jesse, Gabriel, Ariana, me, and Mercedes, then.
Phin, Ariana, then the rest followed at the end by Mercedes, counteroffered the queen.
I saw what she was doing. By putting Ariana and Phin at the beginning, she thought she was reducing Arianas motivation even as the bargain became harder and harder to keep.
Samuel shook his head. Phin, Jesse, Gabriel, Ariana, me, and Mercedes.
I am getting bored, said the queen. Agreed. The bargain is struck.
Ariana gave Samuel a narrow-eyed lookI think it was because he put her before him. But I agreed with him. Get the helpless ones out first, then those who could best protect themselves. That meant Ariana before Samuel.
The bargain is accepted, agreed Ariana, and she stepped forward, embracing the flaming fae. As soon as she touched him, her hair burst into flame as did her clothing, and what was not burnable dropped to the ground, including the stone Zee had given her to hold. Its steady light was almost unnoticeable against the flames as the rest of Ariana smoldered a moment before lighting up as well.
She holds earth, air, fire, and water, Samuel told me. If I hadnt known him as well as I did, I might have thought he was disinterested. It is what made her able to do great magic after most of Underhill was out of reach. Magic fire will do her no harm.
The queen was speaking to the witch. After she was finished talking, the witch stood up, a steel knife in her hand. She gathered up her chains and moved to the farthest extent, which left her just able to reach the forest lord. She plunged the knife into the tree-like creature, and it bellowed, shook, and bled amber fluid onto the knife. The floor moved under my feet and the ceiling roots contracted and wiggled.
Samuel put a hand under my elbow to steady meso I knew the blood had worked. He could see through the glamour to the reality of what we dealt with.
The witch licked the knife and dipped a finger into the cut shed made in the trapped fae. She used that finger to draw symbols that hung in the air where shed put them, and glowed a sickly yellow. She pulled up her shirt to expose the skin of her belly, then she reached into the air and grabbed the symbols and slapped them onto her bare skin. When she was finished, she walked back to the throne, sat down, and finished cleaning the blade with her tongue. She caught me watching her and smiled.
Maybe she didnt know about the glamour, or maybe she thought I was afraid of cats. One thing was for sure: she knew that I was scared of her. I wished I knew what she had done.
Whatever it was, it was unlikely to be helpful to us. And we needed help. Three minutes times six is eighteenand Zee had already been holding the entrance open for a while. Adding eighteen minutes was going to push him well beyond the hour hed promised. The fairy queen wouldnt need Zees opening to allow them to leavebut if it was still open, then they would walk out on the same day theyd entered.
The time was up at last, and the fae Ariana held turned to ice. Three minutes is a long time to hold on to a giant ice cube. I couldnt understand why Ariana continued to hug him close instead of holding him more loosely so not as much of her was against him. Especially as all of her clothes had burned away and she was naked, with nothing between her and the ice.
Flesh to flesh, remember, said the fairy queen in such a grumpy tone that I knew shed hoped Ariana would back off.
I heard some murmurs from the fae around us, remarking upon Arianas scars. How ugly they were, how shameful. I thought they might be commenting on purpose, as some subterfuge of the fairy queen, but if so, their taunts seemed to have no effect I could see on Ariana.
Three minutes was up, and Jesse was safeand the fae Ariana was holding turned into smoke. She seemed to have been prepared for it, though, because as the ends of him started to dissolve, she reached out and snagged the cloak of the fae who was nearest her. She wrapped the cloak around herself and the fae, then touched the cloak with her cold hand, and a layer of ice covered it, trapping the smoke in the frozen cloth.
Surreptitiously, I glanced around at the fae who were in the room with us. There had been a few in the hall when wed gotten here, but the others had entered more purposefully afterward, as if shed summoned them all. I counted twenty-eight, not including the forest lord, who, I suspected, couldnt be numbered among her followers.
I looked at their faces, and they seemed to be less . . . blank than the thralls, but I didnt think that they were free agents either. Maybe it was the way all twenty-eight stared hungrily at the queen, as if they were waiting for any task, any orderanything at all that they could do for their true love whom they worshipped. Ive been around the fae. Ive seldom seen any three of them see eye to eye on anything, let alone twenty-eight.
Look at the scars her father gave her, said one.
How could she live through thatit looks as though shes been mauled by beasts.
Dont you know the story? said a third. They all looked at Ariana, instead of the fairy queen, as the third one continued. Her father called his beasts to torture her every morning for three years.
Arianas mouth tightened as she remembered, too. And then that three minutes was up as wellshed won freedom for Gabriel.
The fae under the cloak began to grow, and Ariana let the cloth fall to the ground. At first I couldnt figure out the challenge. The creature had changed into another fae, a large male with almost human features. His skin was the color and texture of a silver birch, some places smooth and white and others rough and dark gray or black. His hair looked like shredded bark and hung around his face. He wasnt ugly or horriblebut then Ariana started to shake.
Beside me, Samuel stiffened, a low growl beginning in his throat.
Hello, daughter mine, the fae-man with bark skin said. After that, he switched to Welsh; the accent was so obscure I couldnt tell what he said. He raised his right armand I saw that it had no hand on the end of itand petted her hair with it.
Arianas father had been a forest lord, but evidently not the same kind of forest lord as the one the fairy queen held, because he looked quite a bit different.
The fairy queen had been using her people to weaken Ariana for this moment, to remind her of what had been done to her by this man. But she had underestimated Ariana if she thought Ariana was going to lose this easily. Her arms tightened on the man and pulled him next to her.
Samuels Welsh I could understand: he wasnt talking over the phone, he was speaking slowly, and what he said was pretty simple. He cant call his hounds, Ari, my love. Dont worry. They are dead and gone. I made sure of it. Hes not real, not real. She doesnt have that kind of power. My da, he killed yours. I killed the hounds, and they are not coming back.
Patiently, he kept up the refrain, giving her something to listen to other than the fae, who evidently wore the face and form of her abusive father.
I was watching the face of the witch, and I wasnt as certain as Samuel that her father wasnt real. Witches can do some very scary things. The first three things the fae turned intofire, ice, and smokethose all smelled of fae magic to me. This oneother than the scent he bore, which was his ownthis one reeked of black magic, witchs magicand witches could call back the dead.
For three minutes, Ariana held the man who had been willing to torture her until she was mindless. At the end of the three minutes, she could have let go and walked out of the Elphame, leaving Samuel and me to stand prisoner. She was tougher than that. So when her father turned into a snarling werewolf that bore more than a passing resemblance to Samuel, she went to her knees so she could pull him close and staredat Samuel. Her eyes grew black, and her face went blank, but she held on, mouthing one word over and overSamuels name.
Samuel went to his knees, too, his eyes white and wild.
Not here, I told him, and it was my turn to talk. You cannot change here, Samuel. You have to get her, Phin, and the kids out of here. You have toshes not going to be in any shape to do anything. Hold on.
She wasnt going to be able to free me: first her father, then werewolf, and I could take a pretty good guess at what the final shape would be because the fairy queen had no intention of letting me go.
She who had been Daphne thought I was the proper owner of the Silver Borne. She thought that when she released Gabriel, our bargain about my safety would be over. Evidently, I wasnt human enough to benefit from the guesting laws that prevented a fairy queen from killing the humans who came into her realm. She could kill me and get the book.
Shed have been right had it not been for one thing. I didnt own the Silver Borne; Phin did. When she killed me, all shed get was a boatful of troubleand Id do my best to convince her of that once the others were free. All Id have to do would be hold out until Adam came to get me.
Of course, if Ariana managed to hold on to the last shape the fae took, it would make my life a lot easier.
For three minutes, Ariana held on to the werewolfand then it changed. The hound looked a little like a giant beagle: white with brown spots, rounded ears that hung on either side of its face, but there was no sign of the friendly expression that most beagles live and die with.
Ariana looked at the hound she held, her arms wrapped around its throat and her legs tucked almost under its body. For a moment, nothing happened and, despite myself, I felt a great leap of hope. I didnt want to be left alone with the fairy queen, who wanted to kill me.
Then Ariana rolled away from the hound, who must have looked like one of the hounds her father had tortured her with, and curled into a fetal position, her mouth open and screaming, but the sounds locked in by terror. Samuel picked her up and crooned to her. Not saying anything, just giving her his voice. He hadnt forgotten who the enemy was, though. His eyes were on the fairy queen.
Five, said the fairy queen, sounding moderately grumpy. I thought I might get to keep you, werewolf, too, but she was stronger than I thought.
Samuel snarled at her.
I noticed that Zees rock, lying on the ground under the belly of the hound, who was focused on Ariana, was flickering.
Samuel, I told him urgently. Zee will be waiting. Get the kids and Phin, too Especially Phin. Any fae willing to use a black witch and allow her to torture another being was not someone I wanted to give more power to. We needed to get Phin out of here and safe so the Silver Borne was out of her reach. Take them and get out of here.
Cant you help me up? Phin asked Gabriel. He knew what we needed.
There was a momentary pause, but when the queen didnt interfere with Phins request, Gabriel helped him to his feet.
You, said the queen, pointing to the fae nearest to her. You take them to Outside and let them leave. Youll have to carry the human man. She looked at Jesse, then glanced at Gabriel. Go, children, and when you are outside my Elphame, be thou as thou wert.
The fae shed pointed to bowed deeply and picked Phin up with the same ease that Ariana had displayed. Not all fae are so strong. Silently, Jesse and Gabriel followed him when he started out the door.
Samuel stopped and kissed my cheek, still holding Ariana, who was shivering in terror. Stay alive, he told me.
Planning on it, I said. I gave Ariana, who was very deep into a panic attack, a wary look. I remembered her concern when shed returned to herself last time, and so I added, You stay alive, too. Now get out while the getting is good.
Semper Fi, he said, glancing down at Zees rock. Then he hurried after the others.
So far as I knew, Samuel had never been a Marine. But hed known Id catch the reference. The Marines never leave a man behind. Hed be back, and so would Adam. All I had to do was survive.
We all waited until the fae who had escorted them out returned. He bowed to the queen, and said, They are Outside, safe and alive, my queen.
I took a deep breath, and a few seconds later Zees stone was just another gray rock among the roots in the floor of the cave. Theyd made it with almost two minutes to spare by my rough countthough probably Zee had held the opening until he saw them.
My bargain is done, the queen told me.
Fine, I said.
You will exchange the book for your life.
Nope. I shook my head. Ive considered itand decided that it is not going to happen.
There were no humans to protect anymore. Just me. Worry over what the witch might do if I freed her made me hesitate before I pulled my gunand it was one hesitation too many. I reached under my T-shirt, and two of the queens people grabbed my arms. The gun fell on the ground, and the fairy queen kicked it asidewell out of the witchs reach.
You misunderstand, she told me. I will take your life, and you will give me the book with your death.
I thought I had to own the book before that worked, I said in a puzzled voice.
The fairy queen stared at me. Did you give the book to someone before you came down here?
Not the way you mean it, I answered.
How would you mean it? she said softly.
Why would I answer that? I asked. The fairy queen gave a sharp nod, and the witch reached out and touched me.
* * *
I CAME BACK TO MYSELF LYING ON THE BED WHERE Phin had been. At least it smelled like Phin, but the room was made of roots and dirt rather than marble. I was confused for a moment, but then I woke more fully and realized that Id never seen it without the glamourjust smelled it.
My whole body hurt, though I had no additional bruises. Id held out as long as I could, to give Samuel and Adam time to make everyone safe. I didnt know if it was long enough. Id expected to be dead when it was over. But I could work with unexpected resultseven if it involved using a chamber pot. That had to be what the white porcelain vessel under the other bed was. The fairy queen had a kitchen with fridges and everything and didnt have a bathroom? I considered it a minute and decided that maybe she just didnt have a bathroom for prisoners.