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A Caress Of Twilight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 222 из 236He hidwhat he had done, but it is the thing itself that is hiding it now. Taranis was not half-panicked when he realized that, I tell you. He was scared, and he should be."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When I tried to send the Starvin' Ones through Maeve's wards, they couldna reach her. They turned on me, and found other prey. I saw the thing that you call the Nameless. It will breach her wards, and once it has killed her, then what will it do?"
"I don't know," I said softly.
"Anything it damn well pleases," Bucca said.
"What he means," Rhys said, "is that once the Nameless kills Maeve Reed it won't have a purpose anymore. It will just be this huge powerful thing, and it will destroy everything around it."
"Now there is a smart boy," Bucca said.
I looked at Rhys. "How do you know that for certain?"
"I gave most of my magic to that thing. I know what it will do, Merry. We have to keep it from killing Maeve. As long as she's alive, it will keep trying to kill her, and it will keep trying to hide its presence until it's done that. Once she's dead it'll just explode all over the city. The most alien energy the fey had to offer will be let loose in Southern California. The thing will stomp through L.A. like Godzilla through Tokyo."
"How am I supposed to convince Peterson that some ancient fey magic is about to stomp the city?" Lucy asked.
"You aren't," I said. "He won't believe it anyway."
"Then what are we going to do?" she asked.
"We're going to go keep Maeve Reed alive. Maybe convince her that Europe would be good this time of year. Maybe just keep her moving ahead of it until we can figure out something else."
"Not a bad idea," Rhys said.
"I take it back," said Bucca. "You're a smart one, too."
"Glad to hear that," I said. "Does someone have a cell phone?"
Lucy had one. I took it from her, and she gave me Maeve Reed's number out of her little notebook. I dialed, and Marie, the personal assistant, answered. She was hysterical. She began to scream, "It's the princess, it's the princess!" Julian took the phone from her. "Meredith, is that you?"
"Yeah, Julian, what's wrong?"
"Something's here, something so psychically big I can't even begin to sense all of it. It's trying to get through the wards, and I think it's going to do it."
I started for the door. "We're on our way, Julian. We'll send the police on ahead of us."
"You don't sound surprised, Meredith.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"When I tried to send the Starvin' Ones through Maeve's wards, they couldna reach her. They turned on me, and found other prey. I saw the thing that you call the Nameless. It will breach her wards, and once it has killed her, then what will it do?"
"I don't know," I said softly.
"Anything it damn well pleases," Bucca said.
"What he means," Rhys said, "is that once the Nameless kills Maeve Reed it won't have a purpose anymore. It will just be this huge powerful thing, and it will destroy everything around it."
"Now there is a smart boy," Bucca said.
I looked at Rhys. "How do you know that for certain?"
"I gave most of my magic to that thing. I know what it will do, Merry. We have to keep it from killing Maeve. As long as she's alive, it will keep trying to kill her, and it will keep trying to hide its presence until it's done that. Once she's dead it'll just explode all over the city. The most alien energy the fey had to offer will be let loose in Southern California. The thing will stomp through L.A. like Godzilla through Tokyo."
"How am I supposed to convince Peterson that some ancient fey magic is about to stomp the city?" Lucy asked.
"You aren't," I said. "He won't believe it anyway."
"Then what are we going to do?" she asked.
"We're going to go keep Maeve Reed alive. Maybe convince her that Europe would be good this time of year. Maybe just keep her moving ahead of it until we can figure out something else."
"Not a bad idea," Rhys said.
"I take it back," said Bucca. "You're a smart one, too."
"Glad to hear that," I said. "Does someone have a cell phone?"
Lucy had one. I took it from her, and she gave me Maeve Reed's number out of her little notebook. I dialed, and Marie, the personal assistant, answered. She was hysterical. She began to scream, "It's the princess, it's the princess!" Julian took the phone from her. "Meredith, is that you?"
"Yeah, Julian, what's wrong?"
"Something's here, something so psychically big I can't even begin to sense all of it. It's trying to get through the wards, and I think it's going to do it."
I started for the door. "We're on our way, Julian. We'll send the police on ahead of us."
"You don't sound surprised, Meredith.