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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"But Doyle is being too modest," Rhys said. "Yes, Frost was feared by the queen's enemies, but it was fear of the Queen's Darkness that kept a lot of courtiers in line."
"You exaggerate," Doyle said.
I shook my head. "I'm not sure he does. I've heard people talk about you, Doyle. I know that the queen would say, 'Bring me my Darkness. Where is my Darkness?' and then someone would die. You were her greatest threat, next to the sluagh."
"Are you saying that Captain Doyle here is as feared as the host of the sluagh?" Gregorio asked.
We all looked at her. I said, "Yes."
"One man, against a host of nightmares," she said, and didn't try to keep her disbelief out of her voice.
"He can be pretty scary all on his own," Rhys said.
Gregorio stared at Doyle, as if trying to see more of him in the dim light.
"Shouldn't you tell Sergeant Dawson that the magic will be stopped by the trucks?" I asked.
"I'll tell him it will probably be stopped." She got on the radio.
Rhys said, "Some of them might be able to make illusions real enough to lure the soldiers outside the trucks."
"What kind of illusions?" I asked.
Voices came over the radio, frantic. "Sierra four to all Sierra, we have wounded soldiers in line of travel. Stopping to render aid."
"Those kind," Doyle said.
"Tell them it's not real," I said.
"Tell them not to get out of the trucks no matter what," Doyle said.
Gregorio tried, she really did, but one thing our soldiers are not trained to do is leave their wounded behind. It was a brilliant trap. The soldiers went to check the wounded, and once they left the trucks, the sidhe attacked, and no human magic could stop them.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Voices came in snatches over the radio. "It's Morales, but he died in Iraq! It's Smitty... died in Afghanistan... "
"It's Siobhan," Rhys said. "She can bring back the shadows of the dead whom you know. Shit, I thought she'd lost that power."
"The princess returns power to all of faerie, Rhys, not just us," Doyle said.
The real trick to the ambush was that the soldiers didn't realize yet that they were under attack. Gregorio twisted in the seat and turned to us. "It doesn't sound like they're doing anything to our people."
"The dead are not the only mind games the sidhe can play," Rhys said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Shots sounded.
"They're shooting at us!" Gregorio said, and went back to the radio, trying to get someone to talk to her.
"But Doyle is being too modest," Rhys said. "Yes, Frost was feared by the queen's enemies, but it was fear of the Queen's Darkness that kept a lot of courtiers in line."
"You exaggerate," Doyle said.
I shook my head. "I'm not sure he does. I've heard people talk about you, Doyle. I know that the queen would say, 'Bring me my Darkness. Where is my Darkness?' and then someone would die. You were her greatest threat, next to the sluagh."
"Are you saying that Captain Doyle here is as feared as the host of the sluagh?" Gregorio asked.
We all looked at her. I said, "Yes."
"One man, against a host of nightmares," she said, and didn't try to keep her disbelief out of her voice.
"He can be pretty scary all on his own," Rhys said.
Gregorio stared at Doyle, as if trying to see more of him in the dim light.
"Shouldn't you tell Sergeant Dawson that the magic will be stopped by the trucks?" I asked.
"I'll tell him it will probably be stopped." She got on the radio.
Rhys said, "Some of them might be able to make illusions real enough to lure the soldiers outside the trucks."
"What kind of illusions?" I asked.
Voices came over the radio, frantic. "Sierra four to all Sierra, we have wounded soldiers in line of travel. Stopping to render aid."
"Those kind," Doyle said.
"Tell them it's not real," I said.
"Tell them not to get out of the trucks no matter what," Doyle said.
Gregorio tried, she really did, but one thing our soldiers are not trained to do is leave their wounded behind. It was a brilliant trap. The soldiers went to check the wounded, and once they left the trucks, the sidhe attacked, and no human magic could stop them.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Voices came in snatches over the radio. "It's Morales, but he died in Iraq! It's Smitty... died in Afghanistan... "
"It's Siobhan," Rhys said. "She can bring back the shadows of the dead whom you know. Shit, I thought she'd lost that power."
"The princess returns power to all of faerie, Rhys, not just us," Doyle said.
The real trick to the ambush was that the soldiers didn't realize yet that they were under attack. Gregorio twisted in the seat and turned to us. "It doesn't sound like they're doing anything to our people."
"The dead are not the only mind games the sidhe can play," Rhys said.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Shots sounded.
"They're shooting at us!" Gregorio said, and went back to the radio, trying to get someone to talk to her.