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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Let’s find out first if the goblins and the sluagh are moving at human time or our time before we panic Merry,” Rhys said.
Doyle nodded. “Take some men of your choosing and go.”
“Why am I the one who keeps having to go back and forth in the snow?”
“Death does not feel the cold,” Doyle said.
“No, but neither does the dark, and you get to stay nice and warm.” He went for the door. “I’ll leave more men than I take. This is more spying than fighting.”
“But you might need to fight,” Doyle said.
“Take at least two others with you,” I told him.
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” He did a mock salute, then walked out.
I looked at Frost and Doyle, still standing on either side of the door. “Unless you’re staying to watch, it’s time to thin the number of people in here,” I said.
“Do you wish an audience?” Doyle asked.
The question caught me off-guard. I actually thought about it, then shook my head. “No, not really.” I looked at him, studied that dark face. “I didn’t know you enjoyed watching.”
“I don’t. Very few among the guards enjoy voyeurism.”
“The queen beat it out of us,” Galen said.
Doyle nodded. “Almost literally.”
“I, for one,” Frost said, “do not wish to watch whether you will it, or no.”
“I would never ask anything of you, Frost, that I thought would hurt you, not if I had a choice.”
He started to get offended, or to pretend he didn’t understand me, but then his face softened, and he even gave a little smile. “I know you would not. It is not Galen and Nicca with you tonight that bites at me. It is the demi-fey. I do not like him. I do not like a princess of the sidhe having to use her body as a bargaining chip.”
“Frost,” I said, going to him, “a royal woman’s body has been a bargaining chip for thousands of years. At least I’m not bargaining myself away in marriage. That might be my fate if I were human.”
“Married to that… thing.” The look on his face was so shocked it was funny. I laughed, I could not help myself. He jerked as if I’d struck him.
I touched his arm, but he pulled away. I’d had enough. “First, the demi-fey are a part of this court. The way the sidhe treat them, the way everyone treats them, is a disgrace. They are either part of us or they are not.” I watched his face close down, watched that sullen arrogance close around him, but I didn’t stop just because his feelings were hurt.
“Let’s find out first if the goblins and the sluagh are moving at human time or our time before we panic Merry,” Rhys said.
Doyle nodded. “Take some men of your choosing and go.”
“Why am I the one who keeps having to go back and forth in the snow?”
“Death does not feel the cold,” Doyle said.
“No, but neither does the dark, and you get to stay nice and warm.” He went for the door. “I’ll leave more men than I take. This is more spying than fighting.”
“But you might need to fight,” Doyle said.
“Take at least two others with you,” I told him.
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” He did a mock salute, then walked out.
I looked at Frost and Doyle, still standing on either side of the door. “Unless you’re staying to watch, it’s time to thin the number of people in here,” I said.
“Do you wish an audience?” Doyle asked.
The question caught me off-guard. I actually thought about it, then shook my head. “No, not really.” I looked at him, studied that dark face. “I didn’t know you enjoyed watching.”
“I don’t. Very few among the guards enjoy voyeurism.”
“The queen beat it out of us,” Galen said.
Doyle nodded. “Almost literally.”
“I, for one,” Frost said, “do not wish to watch whether you will it, or no.”
“I would never ask anything of you, Frost, that I thought would hurt you, not if I had a choice.”
He started to get offended, or to pretend he didn’t understand me, but then his face softened, and he even gave a little smile. “I know you would not. It is not Galen and Nicca with you tonight that bites at me. It is the demi-fey. I do not like him. I do not like a princess of the sidhe having to use her body as a bargaining chip.”
“Frost,” I said, going to him, “a royal woman’s body has been a bargaining chip for thousands of years. At least I’m not bargaining myself away in marriage. That might be my fate if I were human.”
“Married to that… thing.” The look on his face was so shocked it was funny. I laughed, I could not help myself. He jerked as if I’d struck him.
I touched his arm, but he pulled away. I’d had enough. “First, the demi-fey are a part of this court. The way the sidhe treat them, the way everyone treats them, is a disgrace. They are either part of us or they are not.” I watched his face close down, watched that sullen arrogance close around him, but I didn’t stop just because his feelings were hurt.