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Swallowing Darkness :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 64 из 242To be accepted in the court, to have a pure-blooded sidhe lover and perhaps husband, that had been the price for Gran's life. It was the same price for which Gran had agreed to marry Uar the Cruel all those centuries ago. A chance to marry into the Golden Court — for a half human, half brownie, a once-in-a-millennium chance.
"Tell us, Barris, or you will die another night."
"Tell them," Cair said, her voice thin with fear. Which said that she didn't know what their plan was for Mistral, only that there was one.
"We found a traitor to lure him out into the open. Our archers will use cold iron arrowheads."
"Where is it to take place?" Sholto asked.
Barris told us. He confessed everything while some of the king's guards held Finbar. The King was indeed gone. He'd vanished to safety. The guards didn't hold Finbar for what he'd tried to do to me, but because his actions could be seen as acts of war against the Unseelie Court. That was a killing offense at both courts, to act without the express orders of your king or queen in such a way that it could cause war. Though part of me was certain that Taranis had agreed to the plan, although not outright. He was of a flavor of kingship to ask, "Who will rid me of this inconvenient man?" Deniability that he could take oath on. But Taranis was prey for another court, and another day.
I tried to turn my mare toward the doors and the saving of Mistral, but it shook its head. It pranced nervously, but would not move.
"We must finish here, or the hunt will not move on," Sholto said.
It took me a moment to understand, then I turned to Cair, where she stood pressed to the wall, surrounded on all sides by the great hounds. I could have used them as my weapon. They would have torn her apart for me, but I wasn't certain if I could sit through that, and it would take longer. We needed something quicker, for Mistral's sake and for my own peace of mind.
Sholto held out a spear formed of bone. Did it appear out of the air? It was one of the marks of kingship among the sluagh, but it had been lost centuries ago, long before he took the throne. It and the dagger of bone in his hand had returned with the wild magic when we had first made love.
I took the spear.
Cair began to scream, "No, Meredith, no!"
I moved the long pole until I had the weight of it. I would not throw it; there was no room and no need. "She died in my arms, Cair."
She reached out to someone behind me. "Grandfather, help me!"
His voice came, and he said what I thought he'd say, "The wild hunt cannot be stopped. And I have no time for weaklings.
"Tell us, Barris, or you will die another night."
"Tell them," Cair said, her voice thin with fear. Which said that she didn't know what their plan was for Mistral, only that there was one.
"We found a traitor to lure him out into the open. Our archers will use cold iron arrowheads."
"Where is it to take place?" Sholto asked.
Barris told us. He confessed everything while some of the king's guards held Finbar. The King was indeed gone. He'd vanished to safety. The guards didn't hold Finbar for what he'd tried to do to me, but because his actions could be seen as acts of war against the Unseelie Court. That was a killing offense at both courts, to act without the express orders of your king or queen in such a way that it could cause war. Though part of me was certain that Taranis had agreed to the plan, although not outright. He was of a flavor of kingship to ask, "Who will rid me of this inconvenient man?" Deniability that he could take oath on. But Taranis was prey for another court, and another day.
I tried to turn my mare toward the doors and the saving of Mistral, but it shook its head. It pranced nervously, but would not move.
"We must finish here, or the hunt will not move on," Sholto said.
It took me a moment to understand, then I turned to Cair, where she stood pressed to the wall, surrounded on all sides by the great hounds. I could have used them as my weapon. They would have torn her apart for me, but I wasn't certain if I could sit through that, and it would take longer. We needed something quicker, for Mistral's sake and for my own peace of mind.
Sholto held out a spear formed of bone. Did it appear out of the air? It was one of the marks of kingship among the sluagh, but it had been lost centuries ago, long before he took the throne. It and the dagger of bone in his hand had returned with the wild magic when we had first made love.
I took the spear.
Cair began to scream, "No, Meredith, no!"
I moved the long pole until I had the weight of it. I would not throw it; there was no room and no need. "She died in my arms, Cair."
She reached out to someone behind me. "Grandfather, help me!"
His voice came, and he said what I thought he'd say, "The wild hunt cannot be stopped. And I have no time for weaklings.