The satyr girl yelped, and in one fantastic bound, leaped onto the bed. Clutching the bedpost, she stared wide-eyed at the device on the floor.
What is that?
What? This? Its an iPod. Blinking, I retrieved the device and held it up. Its a machine that plays music, but its broken now, so I cant show you how it works. Sorry.
It stinks of iron!
I didnt know what to say to that, so I opted for a confused frown.
Tansy stared at me with huge brown eyes, very slowly coming down from her perch. Youyou can hold it? she whispered. Without burning your flesh? Without poisoning your blood?
Um. I glanced at the iPod, lying harmlessly in my palm. Yes?
She shuddered. Please, put it away. I shrugged, grabbed my backpack, and stuffed it into a side pocket. Tansy sighed and relaxed. Forgive me, I did not wish to upset you. King Oberon has bid me keep you company until Elysium. Would you care to see more of the court?
Not really, but it was better than being cooped up in here with nothing to do. And maybe Ill find a way out of this place.
All right, I told the satyr girl. But I want to change first.
She cast a glance at my mortal clothes, lying wrinkled on the floor, and her nostrils flared. I could tell she wanted to say something but was polite enough not to comment on it. As you wish. I will wait outside.
I SLIPPED INTO THE BAGGY JEANS and the wrinkled, smelly T-shirt, feeling a nasty glow of satisfaction as they slid comfortably over my skin. Burn my things, will he? I thought, dragging my sneakers out and shoving my feet into them. Im not part of his court, and Im certainly not claiming to be his daughter. No matter what he says.
There was a brush lying on the dresser, and I grabbed it to run through my hair. As I looked in the mirror, my stomach twisted. I seemed less recognizable than before, in ways that I couldnt even put a finger on. I knew only that the longer I stayed here, the more I was fading away.
Shivering, I grabbed my backpack, happy for the familiar, comfortable weight, and slung it over my shoulders. Even though it carried nothing but a broken iPod, it was still mine. Refusing to glance at the mirror, feeling eyes on the back of my neck, I opened the door and slipped into the briar tunnel.
Moonlight filtered through the branches, dappling the path with silver shadows. I wondered how long Id been asleep. The night was warm, and faint strings of music drifted on the breeze. Tansy approached, and in the darkness, her face looked less human and more staring-black-goat. A strand of moonlight fell over her, and she was normal again. Smiling, she took my hand and led me forward.
The bramble tunnel seemed longer this time, filled with twists and turns I didnt remember. I looked back once and saw the thorns closing behind us, the tunnel vanishing from sight.
Um
Its all right, said Tansy, pulling me forward. The Hedge can take you wherever you want to go within the court. You just have to know the right paths.
Where are we going?
Youll see.
The tunnel opened into a moonlit grove. Music drifted on the breeze, played by a willowy green girl on an elegant golden harp. A small group of elven girls clustered around a tall, vine-backed chair with white roses growing out of the arms.
Sitting at the foot of the chair was a human. I blinked, rubbing my eyes to make sure they werent playing tricks on me. No, it was a human, a young man with curly blond hair, his eyes blank and bemused. He was shirtless, and a golden collar encircled his neck, attached to a thin silver chain. The group of fey girls swarmed around him, kissing his bare shoulders, rubbing their hands over his chest, whispering things in his ear. One of them ran a pink tongue up his neck, her fingernails drawing bloody gouges down his back, making him arch with ecstasy. My stomach turned and I looked away. A moment later, I forgot all about them.
On the throne was a woman of such otherworldly beauty, I was instantly mortified by my ratty clothes and casual appearance. Her long hair shifted colors in the moonlight, sometimes silver, sometimes brightest gold. Arrogance warred with the aura of power surrounding her. As Tansy pulled me forward and bowed, the woman narrowed glittering blue eyes and regarded me as though examining a slug found beneath a log.
So, she said at last, her voice dripping poisoned icicles, this is Oberons little bastard.
Oh, crap. I knew who this was. She sat the second, empty throne in Oberons court. She was the other driving force in A Midsummer Nights Dream. She was nearly as powerful as Oberon himself.
Queen Titania, I gulped, bowing.
It speaks, the lady went on, feigning surprise, as if it knows me. As if being Oberons throwback will protect it from my wrath. Her eyes glittered like chips of diamond, and she smiled, making her even more beautiful and terrifying. But I am feeling merciful tonight. Perhaps I will not cut out its tongue and feed it to the hounds. Perhaps. Titania looked past me to Tansy, still bowed low, and crooked one elegant finger. Come forward, goat-child.
Oh, crap. I knew who this was. She sat the second, empty throne in Oberons court. She was the other driving force in A Midsummer Nights Dream. She was nearly as powerful as Oberon himself.
Queen Titania, I gulped, bowing.
It speaks, the lady went on, feigning surprise, as if it knows me. As if being Oberons throwback will protect it from my wrath. Her eyes glittered like chips of diamond, and she smiled, making her even more beautiful and terrifying. But I am feeling merciful tonight. Perhaps I will not cut out its tongue and feed it to the hounds. Perhaps. Titania looked past me to Tansy, still bowed low, and crooked one elegant finger. Come forward, goat-child.
Keeping her head bowed, Tansy edged forward until she stood at the faery queens arm. Queen Titania leaned forward, as though whispering to the satyr, but spoke loud enough for me to hear. I will allow you to be the voice for this conversation, she explained, as if to a small child. I will direct all questions to you, and you will speak for the bastard over there. If, at any point, it attempts to speak to me directly, I will turn it into a hart and set my hounds after it until it collapses from exhaustion or is torn apart. Is this perfectly clear?
Yes, my lady, Tansy whispered.
Perfectly clear, bitch-queen, I echoed in my thoughts.
Excellent. Titania leaned back, looking pleased. She shot me a brittle smile, as hostile as a snarling dog, then turned to Tansy. Now, goat-girl, why is the bastard here?
Why are you here? Tansy repeated, directing the question to me.
Im looking for my brother, I replied, being careful to keep my gaze on Tansy and not the vindictive ice-hag next to her.
Shes looking for her brother, Tansy confirmed, turning again to the faery queen. Good God, this was going to take forever.
He was stolen and brought into the Nevernever, I said, plunging on before Titania could ask another question. Puck led me here through the closet. I came to get my brother and take him home, and be rid of the changeling left in his place. Thats all I want. Ill leave as soon as I find him.
Puck? mused the lady. Aah, that is where he has been all this time. How very clever of Oberon, hiding you like that. And then you have to ruin his little deception by coming here. She tsked and shook her head. Goat-girl, she said, looking at Tansy once more, ask the bastard thiswould she prefer being a rabbit or a hart?
M-my lady? Tansy stammered as I felt the shadows closing in on me. My heart pounded and I looked around for an escape route. Thorny briars surrounded us; there was nowhere to run.
It is a simple question, Titania went on, her tone perfectly conversational. What would she prefer I change her intoa rabbit or a hart?
Looking like a trapped rabbit herself, Tansy turned and met my eyes. M-my lady would like to know if you
Yes, I heard, I interrupted. A rabbit or a hart. How about neither? I dared look up and meet the faery queens eyes. Look, I know you hate me, but just let me rescue my brother and go home. Hes only four, and he must be terrified. Please, I know hes waiting for me. Once I find him, well leave and youll never see us again, I swear.
Titanias face glowed with angry triumph. The creature dares to speak to me! Very well. She has chosen her fate. The faery queen raised a gloved hand, and lightning flashed overhead. A hart it is, then. Set free the hounds. We will have a merry hunt!
Her hand swept down, pointing at me, and spasms rocked my body. I screamed and arched my back, feeling my spine lengthen and pop. Invisible pliers grabbed my face and pulled, stretching my lips into a muzzle. I felt my legs getting longer, thinner, my fingers turning into cloven hooves. I screamed again, but what left my throat was the agonized bleat of a deer.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. My body snapped into the proper shape, like a taut rubber band, and I collapsed, gasping, to the forest floor.
Through my blurry vision, I saw Oberon standing at the mouth of the tunnel, a pair of faery knights behind him, his arm outstretched. For a moment, I was sure I saw Grimalkin standing by his feet, but I blinked and the shadows were empty. With his appearance, the lilting harp music ground to a halt. The fey girls surrounding the collared human flung themselves to the floor and bowed their heads.
Wife, Oberon said calmly, stepping into the clearing. You will not do this.
Titania rose, her face a mask of fury. You dare speak to me that way, she spat, and wind rattled the branches of the trees. You dare, after you hid her from me, after you sent your little pet to protect her! Titania sneered, and lightning crackled overhead. You deny me a consort, and yet you flaunt your half-breed abomination in the court for all to see. You are a disgrace. The court mocks you in secret, and you still protect her.
Nonetheless. Somehow, Oberons composed voice rose above the howling of the wind. She is my blood, and you will not touch her. If you have any grievances, my lady, cast them on me, not on the girl. It is not her fault.