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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“Then why did you hide from him?”
“I did not know he was hid there,” Maggie May said. “Mayhaps, Darkness, it was na’ the tree lord he first hid from.”
“Very good,” Doyle said, acknowledging it with a nod of his head. He stood and asked Maggie’s question: “Why did you hide yourself, Harry?”
“I saw him,” and he used a nod, since his arms were still held, to point at Onilwyn, who was also still being held.
We waited for him to say more, but he seemed to think he’d said enough. Doyle prompted him, “And why should the mere sight of Onilwyn make you hide?”
“Thought he was her sidhe lover, didno’ I.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Harry gave me a dirty look.
“I’m sorry, Hob, but Onilwyn doesn’t think even I am pure-blooded enough. I can’t imagine him having a completely non-sidhe lover.”
“Thank you, Princess,” Onilwyn said in that still thick voice.
I gave him the look he deserved and said, “It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Just the same,” he said, “I am grateful for the truth.”
“Who but her sidhe lover would come here alone?” Harry asked.
“Good question,” I said and looked at Doyle.
He gave a small nod and said, “Why did you abandon us, Onilwyn?”
“I had no interest in watching the princess perform with someone else. The queen cured me of voyeurism a very long time ago.”
None argued with that, but Doyle asked, “So you came ahead to begin questioning the witnesses on your own, without either of your captains’ or even your officers’ permission?”
“You all seemed… busy.” And even with the broken nose the sarcasm came through loud and clear.
“You didn’t hit him hard enough, Merry,” Galen said, and my gentle knight had a decidedly ungentle look on his face.
“Did you come ahead to seek answers, or to hide them?” Doyle asked.
“I was not the lover of anyone. And I would most certainly not risk the queen’s mercy for anything less than a sidhe.” The disdain in his voice was thick enough to walk on.
“Did any of the rest of you know that Beatrice had a sidhe lover?” Doyle asked.
Maggie May said, “No, I’ve told all mah’ people that you leave the big ones alone. Only grief comes of it.”
“So, if Beatrice had taken a sidhe,” I said, “she’d have hidden it from you?”
“Ah, most like.”
I looked to the dainty blue figure that was almost hidden behind Galen’s neck.
“Then why did you hide from him?”
“I did not know he was hid there,” Maggie May said. “Mayhaps, Darkness, it was na’ the tree lord he first hid from.”
“Very good,” Doyle said, acknowledging it with a nod of his head. He stood and asked Maggie’s question: “Why did you hide yourself, Harry?”
“I saw him,” and he used a nod, since his arms were still held, to point at Onilwyn, who was also still being held.
We waited for him to say more, but he seemed to think he’d said enough. Doyle prompted him, “And why should the mere sight of Onilwyn make you hide?”
“Thought he was her sidhe lover, didno’ I.”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed. Harry gave me a dirty look.
“I’m sorry, Hob, but Onilwyn doesn’t think even I am pure-blooded enough. I can’t imagine him having a completely non-sidhe lover.”
“Thank you, Princess,” Onilwyn said in that still thick voice.
I gave him the look he deserved and said, “It wasn’t a compliment.”
“Just the same,” he said, “I am grateful for the truth.”
“Who but her sidhe lover would come here alone?” Harry asked.
“Good question,” I said and looked at Doyle.
He gave a small nod and said, “Why did you abandon us, Onilwyn?”
“I had no interest in watching the princess perform with someone else. The queen cured me of voyeurism a very long time ago.”
None argued with that, but Doyle asked, “So you came ahead to begin questioning the witnesses on your own, without either of your captains’ or even your officers’ permission?”
“You all seemed… busy.” And even with the broken nose the sarcasm came through loud and clear.
“You didn’t hit him hard enough, Merry,” Galen said, and my gentle knight had a decidedly ungentle look on his face.
“Did you come ahead to seek answers, or to hide them?” Doyle asked.
“I was not the lover of anyone. And I would most certainly not risk the queen’s mercy for anything less than a sidhe.” The disdain in his voice was thick enough to walk on.
“Did any of the rest of you know that Beatrice had a sidhe lover?” Doyle asked.
Maggie May said, “No, I’ve told all mah’ people that you leave the big ones alone. Only grief comes of it.”
“So, if Beatrice had taken a sidhe,” I said, “she’d have hidden it from you?”
“Ah, most like.”
I looked to the dainty blue figure that was almost hidden behind Galen’s neck.