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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"You have betrayed me, Finbar, and proved your word as worthless. I owe you nothing." She turned to me, those long, graceful hands reaching out to me, past the crowding dogs. "I will tell you all, please, Meredith, please. Faerie itself has taken care of the Killing Frost, but the Darkness and the Lord of Shadows needed to go."
"Why did you spare Rhys, Galen, and Mistral?" I asked.
"Rhys was once a lord of this court. He was reasonable, and we thought he would be reasonable again if he could come back to the Golden Court."
It wasn't just me that they didn't understand. "How long has it been since Rhys was a member of this court?"
Cair looked at Rhys. "Eight hundred years, maybe a little more."
"Did it occur to you that he might have changed in that many years?" I asked.
The look on her face was enough; it hadn't. "Everyone wants to be a noble in the Golden Court," she said, and she believed it. The proof was in her eyes, her face, so earnest.
"And Galen?" I asked.
"He is not a threat, and we cannot deprive you of all your mates."
"Glad to hear it," I said. I don't think she picked up on the sarcasm. I'd found that many of the nobles missed it.
"What of Mistral?" Sholto asked.
There was a flicker of eyes, as Cair and Barris looked at each other, then at Finbar. He did not look at anyone. He kept his face and every inch of himself to himself.
"Have you set a trap for him too?" Sholto asked.
The younger ones did the nervous look. Finbar remained impassive. I didn't like either reaction. I urged the mare forward until she nudged my cousin and Barris with the width of her chest. The dogs had herded him to stand beside his would-be bride.
"Have you sent someone to kill Mistral?"
"You are going to kill me either way," Cair said.
"You are right, but we are not here for Barris tonight. I called kin slayer, and he is not our kin." I looked at the young lord. "Do you want to survive this night, Barris?"
He looked up at me, and I saw in his blue eyes the weakness that must have made a political animal like Finbar despair. He wasn't just weak, he also wasn't bright. I'd offered him a chance to survive tonight, but there would be other nights. That I vowed.
Finbar said, "Do not speak."
"The king will save you, Father, but he has no use for me."
"The Darkness is injured badly enough that he is not at her side. It must be grave.
"You have betrayed me, Finbar, and proved your word as worthless. I owe you nothing." She turned to me, those long, graceful hands reaching out to me, past the crowding dogs. "I will tell you all, please, Meredith, please. Faerie itself has taken care of the Killing Frost, but the Darkness and the Lord of Shadows needed to go."
"Why did you spare Rhys, Galen, and Mistral?" I asked.
"Rhys was once a lord of this court. He was reasonable, and we thought he would be reasonable again if he could come back to the Golden Court."
It wasn't just me that they didn't understand. "How long has it been since Rhys was a member of this court?"
Cair looked at Rhys. "Eight hundred years, maybe a little more."
"Did it occur to you that he might have changed in that many years?" I asked.
The look on her face was enough; it hadn't. "Everyone wants to be a noble in the Golden Court," she said, and she believed it. The proof was in her eyes, her face, so earnest.
"And Galen?" I asked.
"He is not a threat, and we cannot deprive you of all your mates."
"Glad to hear it," I said. I don't think she picked up on the sarcasm. I'd found that many of the nobles missed it.
"What of Mistral?" Sholto asked.
There was a flicker of eyes, as Cair and Barris looked at each other, then at Finbar. He did not look at anyone. He kept his face and every inch of himself to himself.
"Have you set a trap for him too?" Sholto asked.
The younger ones did the nervous look. Finbar remained impassive. I didn't like either reaction. I urged the mare forward until she nudged my cousin and Barris with the width of her chest. The dogs had herded him to stand beside his would-be bride.
"Have you sent someone to kill Mistral?"
"You are going to kill me either way," Cair said.
"You are right, but we are not here for Barris tonight. I called kin slayer, and he is not our kin." I looked at the young lord. "Do you want to survive this night, Barris?"
He looked up at me, and I saw in his blue eyes the weakness that must have made a political animal like Finbar despair. He wasn't just weak, he also wasn't bright. I'd offered him a chance to survive tonight, but there would be other nights. That I vowed.
Finbar said, "Do not speak."
"The king will save you, Father, but he has no use for me."
"The Darkness is injured badly enough that he is not at her side. It must be grave.