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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 177 из 242Galen told her that you were hunting down the peopleresponsible for your Gran's death. Meg was content with that, and so were the other brownies. She asked only if the murderer was sidhe."
Rhys did kiss the side of my face then. "We said yes."
Doyle reached out and touched the other man, squeezing his arm, as if he too heard the pain in Rhys's voice. Rhys continued. "Another brownie who I don't know by name asked, 'The princess will kill a sidhe for the murder of a brownie?' Galen said yes. That really pleased them, Merry."
"She was my grandmother. She raised me. Brownie or sidhe or goblin, I would have sought vengeance for her."
He kissed my cheek ever so gently. "I know that, but the lesser folk are not used to being thought of as equal to the sidhe, not in any way."
"I think that is about to change," I said.
They held me more tightly, so tight that it was getting too warm in my fur cloak. I was about to ask them to give me some breathing room when the radio crackled to life, and Dawson's voice came. "We've got a group of sidhe standing in the middle of the road. We can't go forward without running them over."
Rhys whispered, "If we said run them over, would that be bad?"
"Until we know who it is, probably," Doyle said.
"Who is it?" I asked.
Specialist Gregorio relayed my question.
"Galen Greenhair says one is Prince Cel and the other is the captain of his guard, Siobhan."
"Not good," Rhys said.
"I don't know," Doyle said. "I've wanted to kill Siobhan for years."
I studied his face, and found a hint of a smile. "You're pleased," I said.
"I am the queen's assassin, and a warrior of many battles, Meredith. I did not become one of the greatest killers of our court because I didn't enjoy my job."
I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body. I thought about him enjoying the killing. I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer. And I'd let him slaughter them both if it would save us. No, more than that, I knew that eventually Cel and Siobhan had to die for me and mine to live. Tonight was as good a time as any, if he gave us enough excuse to justify it later to the queen.
I sat there, with my Darkness and my white knight, and thought, utterly calmly, that if we could kill Cel tonight, we should probably do it. Maybe I shouldn't be pointing fingers at Doyle's inner moral compass when mine seemed just fine with his.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Specialist Gregorio spoke into her radio, and relayed the response to us.
Rhys did kiss the side of my face then. "We said yes."
Doyle reached out and touched the other man, squeezing his arm, as if he too heard the pain in Rhys's voice. Rhys continued. "Another brownie who I don't know by name asked, 'The princess will kill a sidhe for the murder of a brownie?' Galen said yes. That really pleased them, Merry."
"She was my grandmother. She raised me. Brownie or sidhe or goblin, I would have sought vengeance for her."
He kissed my cheek ever so gently. "I know that, but the lesser folk are not used to being thought of as equal to the sidhe, not in any way."
"I think that is about to change," I said.
They held me more tightly, so tight that it was getting too warm in my fur cloak. I was about to ask them to give me some breathing room when the radio crackled to life, and Dawson's voice came. "We've got a group of sidhe standing in the middle of the road. We can't go forward without running them over."
Rhys whispered, "If we said run them over, would that be bad?"
"Until we know who it is, probably," Doyle said.
"Who is it?" I asked.
Specialist Gregorio relayed my question.
"Galen Greenhair says one is Prince Cel and the other is the captain of his guard, Siobhan."
"Not good," Rhys said.
"I don't know," Doyle said. "I've wanted to kill Siobhan for years."
I studied his face, and found a hint of a smile. "You're pleased," I said.
"I am the queen's assassin, and a warrior of many battles, Meredith. I did not become one of the greatest killers of our court because I didn't enjoy my job."
I thought about that as he held me in the curve of his body. I thought about him enjoying the killing. I didn't like the thought much, but if he was a sociopathic killer, then he was my sociopathic killer. And I'd let him slaughter them both if it would save us. No, more than that, I knew that eventually Cel and Siobhan had to die for me and mine to live. Tonight was as good a time as any, if he gave us enough excuse to justify it later to the queen.
I sat there, with my Darkness and my white knight, and thought, utterly calmly, that if we could kill Cel tonight, we should probably do it. Maybe I shouldn't be pointing fingers at Doyle's inner moral compass when mine seemed just fine with his.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Specialist Gregorio spoke into her radio, and relayed the response to us.