The Iron Queen Part 10

"Where is she?"

"Meghan." Ash moved closer, putting a hand on my arm. "You don't have to confront Mab on my account."

Ignoring Oberon, I turned, meeting his gaze. "You don't care about going home?"

He paused, and I saw it in his eyes. He did care. Cut off from the Nevernever, he would eventually fade away into nothingness; we both knew that. But all he said was, "My only duty is to you now."

"Mab is in the Winter camp," Oberon said, after a long, piercing stare at Ash. Turning to me, he fixed me with a solemn gaze. "There is a war council tonight, daughter, between all the generals of Summer and Winter. It would do well for you to attend."

I nodded, and the Erlking waved dismissal. "I will have someone show you your quarters soon," he murmured. "Now, go."

We'd started to retreat when Oberon's voice stopped us halfway to the door. "Robin Goodfellow," he said, making Puck wince, "you will remain here."

"d.a.m.n," Puck muttered. "That was quick. One minute back in the Nevernever and he's already pulling my strings. You guys go ahead," he said, waving us off. "I'll meet you as soon as I can." Rolling his eyes, Puck sauntered back toward Oberon, and we left the clearing.

"That was impressive," Ash said quietly as we walked through the maze of tents. Summer fey parted for us, scurrying out of sight as we headed deeper into camp. "Oberon was throwing all the mind-altering glamour he could at you, trying to get you to agree to his terms quickly and not question him. Not only did you resist, you turned the contract to your advantage. Not many could have done that."

"Really?" I thought back to the thick, sluggish feeling in the Erlking's tent. "So that was Oberon trying to manipulate me again, huh? Maybe I could resist since I'm family. Half Oberon's blood and all that."

"Or you're just incredibly stubborn," Ash added, and I smacked his arm. He chuckled, taking my hand, and we continued on to Winter's territory.

The Unseelie camp sat closer to the edge of the Iron Realm, and the tension here was definitely high. Winter knights stalked the camp's borders, grim and dangerous in their black ice armor. Ogres glowered at me from their guard posts, drool dripping from their tusks, their eyes blank and menacing. A wyvern screeched from where it was tied to several stakes, flapping its wings and trying to yank free, snapping angrily at its handlers. I s.h.i.+vered, and Ash's hand tightened on mine. We encountered no resistance, even among the many goblins, redcaps, and boggarts wandering the rows. The Unseelie gave us a wide berth, staring at Ash with a mixture of fascination, fear, and contempt-the wayward prince who'd turned his back on them all to be with the half-breed human. They never went further than to glare at me stonily, or shoot me a suggestive grin, but I was extremely glad for both the Winter prince and the steel blade at my side.

Just beyond the camp, the entrance to the Iron Realm loomed, metallic trees and twisted steel branches glinting in the dim light. I paused to stare at it, feeling ice form in my stomach as I remembered what it was like; the burning wasteland of junk, the corrosive, flesh-eating rain sweeping over the land, Machina's black tower stabbing into the sky.

"Well, look who's back."

I turned to see a trio of Winter knights blocking our path, armored and dangerous looking, blue icicle shards stabbing up from their shoulders and helms.

"Faolan." Ash nodded, moving subtly in front of me.

"You've got some nerve to come back here, Ash," the middle knight said. His eyes glittered beneath his helm, gla.s.sy-blue and filled with loathing. "Mab was right to exile you. You and the half-breed Summer wh.o.r.e should have stayed in the mortal realm where you belong."

Ash drew his sword, sending a raspy screech across the field. The knights tensed and quickly backed up, hands dropping to their own blades. "Insult her again, and I will cut you into so many pieces they'll never find them all," Ash stated calmly. Faolan bristled and started forward, but Ash leveled the tip at him. "We don't have time to play with you now, so I'm going to ask you to move."

"You're not a prince any longer, Ash," Faolan growled, drawing his own blade. "You're just an exile, lower than goblin dung." He spat at our feet, the spittle crystallizing in the gra.s.s, turning to ice. "I think its time we taught you your place, your highness. your highness."

More knights appeared, drawing their swords and hemming us in. I counted five in all, and my heart hammered. As the circle started to close, I drew my sword and stood back-to-back with Ash, raising the blade so the light gleamed off its metal edge. "Stop right there," I told the knights, feigning a bravado I didn't feel. "This is iron, iron, as I'm sure you can tell." I sliced at the air with a satisfying as I'm sure you can tell." I sliced at the air with a satisfying whuff, whuff, and pointed at my a.s.sailant. "You want to go through with this, go right ahead. I've been dying to see what this can do to fey armor." and pointed at my a.s.sailant. "You want to go through with this, go right ahead. I've been dying to see what this can do to fey armor."

"Meghan, get back," Ash muttered, his gaze never leaving his opponents. "You don't have to do this. They're not here for you."

"I'm not going to let you fight them by yourself," I hissed back.

A crowd was gathering, peering at us from the rows of tents, curious and eager to see a fight. A few goblins and redcaps shouted "Fight!" "Fight!" and and "Kill 'em!" "Kill 'em!" from the sidelines. from the sidelines.

Bolstered by the mob and the cries for blood, Faolan grinned and raised his sword. "Don't worry, Ash," he smiled. "We won't rough your human up too too badly. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for you. Attack!" badly. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for you. Attack!"

The knights charged. Balanced on the b.a.l.l.s of my feet, as Ash had taught me, I focused on the two coming in from behind and let instinct take over. The knights were sneering as they approached, their stances loose and sloppy. Obviously, they didn't think I was much of a threat. One sword swept up in a lazy arc toward my head, and I raised my own blade to parry, knocking it aside. I saw the knight's look of shock that I had blocked his attack, and saw an opening. Reacting solely on instinct, my arm shot out, faster than I thought it could, and the tip of my sword pierced his armored thigh.

The knight's scream snapped me out of my fighter's trance, and the stench of burned flesh tainted the air, making my stomach churn. I had fully expected him to leap aside or parry, as Ash always did. Instead, I watched my opponent stagger away, clutching his leg and howling, and my rhythm stuttered to a halt. Giving me a furious glare, the other knight raised a huge blue greatsword and lunged with a snarl. I backed away frantically, barely avoiding him. He was p.i.s.sed now, coming at me fast, and fear churned my insides.

"Meghan! Focus!"

Ash's voice snapped me out of my terrified daze, and I instinctively jerked to attention, raising my sword. "Remember what I taught you," he growled somewhere to my left, clipped and breathless from fighting his own a.s.sailants. "This is no different."

The knight attacked savagely, teeth bared in a fearsome snarl, his greatsword sweeping through the air in a lethal arch. His weapon, His weapon, I thought, dodging away. I thought, dodging away. It's heavier than mine, slowing him down. Always use your enemy's weakness to your advantage. It's heavier than mine, slowing him down. Always use your enemy's weakness to your advantage. I danced around him, keeping just out of reach, watching him pant and grit his teeth as he followed, swatting at me like a pesky fly. I danced around him, keeping just out of reach, watching him pant and grit his teeth as he followed, swatting at me like a pesky fly.

With a frustrated bellow, the knight slammed the edge of his sword into the earth, and a spray of grit and icy shards flew at my face. I turned quickly to s.h.i.+eld my eyes, feeling the ice sting my cheek and exposed skin, and heard the knight lunge for me. On instinct, I ducked, nearly going to my knees, feeling the blade whoosh overhead. Coming up blind, I let my sword arm lead me forward and stabbed with all my might.

A jarring impact rocked my shoulder back, and the knight screamed. Glancing up, I found myself standing in front of the knight, the iron blade jammed into his stomach.

The knight choked and dropped his sword, clutching his middle as he staggered back, the sudden stench of burned flesh rising on the breeze. Face tight with fury and pain, the knight turned and vanished into the crowd, and I breathed a ragged sigh.

Shaking with adrenaline, I looked around for Ash and saw him leveling his sword at the throat of a kneeling Faolan. The other knights sprawled nearby, groaning.

"Are we done here?" Ash said softly, and Faolan, eyes blazing with hate, nodded. Ash let him up, and the knights limped off, to the jeers and taunts of the Winter fey.

Sheathing his sword, Ash turned to me. I was still shaking with adrenaline, replaying every moment of the fight in my head. It didn't seem quite real, like it happened to someone else, but the thrill coursing through my veins said different.

"Did you see that?" I grinned at Ash, my voice trembling with excitement and nerves. "I did it. I actually won!"

"Indeed," mused a familiar, terrifying voice, one that turned my blood to ice and made the hairs on my neck stand up. "It was quite quite amusing. I do believe I'm going to need some new guards, if they can't even defeat one scrawny half-blood." amusing. I do believe I'm going to need some new guards, if they can't even defeat one scrawny half-blood."

It's amazing how quickly a bloodthirsty mob can clear out, but the Queen of the Winter Fey had that effect on people. In seconds, the crowd had fled, fading back into the camp until it was just me and Ash in the middle of the path. The temperature dropped sharply, and frost spread over the blades of gra.s.s at our feet, which could mean only one thing. A few yards away, flanked by two unsmiling knights, Queen Mab watched us with the stillness of a glacier.

As usual, the Winter Queen was stunning in a long battlegown of black and red, her ebony hair a dark cloud behind her. I s.h.i.+vered and pressed closer to Ash as she raised one pure-white hand and beckoned us forward. The Unseelie monarch was as unpredictably dangerous as she was beautiful, p.r.o.ne to trapping living creatures in ice or freezing the blood in their veins, making them die slowly and in agony. I'd already felt the brunt of her legendary temper, and I had no desire to do so again.

"Ash," Mab crooned, paying no attention to me. "I heard the rumors that you were back. Have you had enough of the mortal world yet? Are you ready to come home?"

Ash's face was shut into that blank, empty mask, his eyes cold and expressionless. A self-defense mechanism, I recognized, to s.h.i.+eld himself from the cruelty of the Winter Court. The Unseelie preyed on the weak, and emotions were considered a weakness here. "No, my Queen," he said, quiet but unafraid. "I'm no longer yours to command. My service to the Winter Court ended last night."

Silence for a few heartbeats.

"You." Mab's depthless black eyes s.h.i.+fted to me, then back to Ash. "You became her knight, didn't you? You swore the oath." She shook her head in disbelief and horror. "Foolish, foolish boy," she whispered. "You are truly dead to me now."

Fearing she might turn and walk away, I eased forward. "You'll still lift his exile, though, won't you?" I asked, and Mab's gaze snapped to me. "When this is over, when we take care of the false king, Ash is still free to return to the Nevernever, right?"

"He won't," Mab said in a lethally calm voice, and goose b.u.mps rose on my arms from the sudden chill. "Even if I raise his exile, he'll stay in the mortal realm with you, because you were foolish enough to ask for that oath. You've d.a.m.ned him far worse than I ever could."

My stomach twisted, but I took a deep breath and continued to speak firmly. "I still want your word, Queen Mab. Please. When this is done, Ash is free to return to Tir Na Nog if he chooses to."

Mab stared at me, long enough for sweat to trickle down my back, then gave us both a cold, humorless smile. "Why not? You are both going to die anyway, so I don't see how it will matter." She sighed. "Very well, Meghan Chase. Ash is free to return home if he wants, though he said it himself-his service to the Unseelie Court is done. His oath to you will destroy him faster than anything else."

And without waiting for a reply, the Unseelie Queen whirled and stalked away from us. Though I couldn't see her face as she left, I was almost sure she was crying.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE FAERY WAR COUNCIL.

A swollen crimson moon hovered over the camp that night, rust-red and ominous, bathing everything in an eerie, b.l.o.o.d.y tint. Snow flecks drifted from a nearly clear sky, rusty flakes dancing on the wind, like the moon itself was tainted and corroding away.

I left my tent, which was small and musty and lacked an illusionary forest clearing, to find Ash and Puck waiting for me on the other side of the flaps. The eerie red light outlined their sharp, angular features, making them seem more inhuman than before, their eyes glowing in the shadows. Behind them, the camp was quiet; nothing moved beneath the harsh red moon, and the city of tents resembled a ghost town.

"They've called for you," Ash said solemnly.

I nodded. "Then let's not keep them waiting."

Oberon's tent loomed above the others, twin banners flapping limply in the breeze. A fine dusting of snow lay on the ground, marred by boots and clawed feet and hooves, all heading toward the center of the camp. Flickering yellow light spilled from the cracks in the tent flaps, and I pushed my way inside.

The forest clearing was still there, but this time a ma.s.sive stone table sat in the middle, surrounded by faeries in armor. Oberon and Mab stood at the head, imposing and grim, flanked by several sidhe gentry. A huge troll, ram horns curling through his bony helmet, stood quietly with his arms folded, watching the proceedings, while a centaur argued with a goblin chief, both of them stabbing fingers at the map on the table. An enormous oakman, gnarled and twisted, crouched low to hear the voices at his feet, his weathered face impa.s.sive.

"I'm warning you," the centaur said, the muscles in his flank quivering with rage, "if your scouts are going to set traps at the edge of the wasteland, let me know so my my scouts don't walk right into them! I've had two break their legs stepping into a pit, and another nearly die from one of your poison darts." scouts don't walk right into them! I've had two break their legs stepping into a pit, and another nearly die from one of your poison darts."

The goblin chief snickered. "Ain't my fault yer scouts don't watch where they tromp," he sneered, baring a mouthful of crooked fangs. "Besides, what're yer scouts doin' so close to our camp, hmm? Stealin' secrets, I'd wager. Jealous that we've always been the better trackers, I bet."

"Enough." Oberon broke in before the centaur could leap across the table and strangle the goblin. "We are not here to fight each other. I wished only to know what your scouts have reported, not the silent war between them."

The centaur sighed and gave the goblin a murderous look. "It is as the goblins say, my lord," he said, turning to Oberon. "The skirmishes we have fought with the Iron abominations seem to be advance units. They are testing us, probing our weaknesses, knowing we cannot follow them into the Iron Realm. We have yet to see the full army. Or the Iron King."

"Sire," said one of the sidhe generals, bowing to Oberon, "what if this is a ruse? What if the Iron King intends to attack elsewhere? We might be better served defending Arcadia and the Summer Court than waiting at the edge of the wyldwood."

"No." It was Mab who spoke then, cold and unyielding. "If you leave to return to your home court, we will be lost. If the Iron King taints the wyldwood, Summer and Winter will soon follow. We cannot retreat to our homes. We must hold the line here."

"Agreed," said Oberon in a voice that was final. "Summer will not retreat from this. The only way to protect Arcadia, and all of the Nevernever, is to stop the advance here. Kruxas," he said, looking at the troll. "Where are your forces? Are they on their way?"

"Yes, your majesty," growled the troll, nodding his huge head. "They will be here in three days, barring any complications."

"And what of the Ancient Ones?" Mab looked at the general who had spoken. "This is their world, even if they slumber through it. Have the dragons heeded our call to arms?"

"We do not know the state of the few remaining Ancients, your majesty." The general bowed his head. "Thus far, we have only been able to find one, and we are unsure if she will help us. As for the rest, they either sleep still or have retreated deep into the earth to wait this out."

Oberon nodded. "Then we will do without them."

"Forgive me, your majesty." It was the centaur who spoke again, giving Oberon a pleading look. "But how do we stop the Iron King if he refuses to engage us? He still hides within his poisoned land, while we waste lives and resources waiting for him. We cannot sit here forever, while the Iron abominations pick us off one by one."

"No," said Oberon, and looked directly at me. "We cannot."

All eyes turned to me. I swallowed and resisted the urge to shrink back as Puck let out a puff of breath and gave me a wry glance. "Well, that's our cue."

"Meghan Chase has agreed to go into the wasteland and find the Iron King," Oberon said as I edged up to the table, followed by Ash and Puck. Curious, disbelieving, and disdainful stares followed me. "Her half-human blood will protect her from the poison of the realm, and without an army she has the chance to slip through unnoticed." Oberon's eyes narrowed, and he stabbed a finger into the map. "While she is there, we must hold this position at all costs. We must give her the time she needs to discover the location of the Iron King and kill him."

My gut clenched, and my throat felt dry. I really didn't want to have to kill again. I still had nightmares about sticking an arrow through the chest of the last Iron King. But I'd given my word, and everyone was counting on me. If I wanted to see my family again, we had to end this now.

"Your majesty." It was a Winter sidhe who spoke this time, a tall warrior in icy armor, his white hair braided down his back. "Forgive me, sire. But are we really entrusting the safety of the realm, the entire Nevernever to this...half-breed? This exile exile who flouts the laws of both courts?" He shot me a hostile glare, his eyes glittering blue. "She is not one of us. She will never be one of us. Why should she care what happens to the Nevernever? Why should we even trust her?" who flouts the laws of both courts?" He shot me a hostile glare, his eyes glittering blue. "She is not one of us. She will never be one of us. Why should she care what happens to the Nevernever? Why should we even trust her?"

"She is my daughter." Oberon's voice was calm, but had the tremor of an approaching earthquake. "And you do not need to trust her. You need only to obey."

"But he raises a good point, Erlking," Mab said, smiling at me in a way that made my skin crawl. "What are your plans, half-breed? How do you expect to find the Iron King, and if you do, how do you expect to stop him?"

"I don't know," I admitted softly, and disgusted growls went around the table. "I don't know where he is. But I will find him, I promise you that. I took down one Iron King-you'll just have to trust I can do it again."

"You are asking a great deal of us, half-breed," said another faery, a Summer knight this time, regarding me with a dubious, acid-green gaze. "I cannot say I like this plan of yours, such as it is."

"You don't have to like it," I said, facing them all. "And you don't have to trust me. But it seems to me that I'm the best chance you've got at stopping the false king. I don't see any of you you volunteering to go into the Iron Realm. If anyone else has a better idea, I'd love to hear it." volunteering to go into the Iron Realm. If anyone else has a better idea, I'd love to hear it."

Silence for a long moment, broken only by a faint snicker from Puck. Angry, sullen glares were leveled my way, but no one rose to challenge me. Oberon's face was expressionless, but Mab watched me with a cold, frightening gaze.

"You are correct, Erlking," she said at last, turning to Oberon. "Time is of the essence. We will send the half-breed into the wasteland to slay the abomination called the Iron King. If she succeeds, the war will be ours. If she dies-" Mab broke off to look at me, her perfect red lips curling into a smile "-we lose nothing."

Oberon nodded, still expressionless. "I would not send you alone unless it was of gravest circ.u.mstances, daughter," he continued. "I know I ask much of you, but you have surprised me before. I only pray you surprise me again."

"She won't be alone," Ash said softly, startling everyone. The prince moved beside me to face the war council, his face and voice firm. "Goodfellow and I are going with her."

The Erlking gazed at him. "I thought as much, knight," he mused. "And I admire your loyalty, though I fear it will destroy you in the end. But...do what you must. We will not stop you."

"I still think you a fool, boy," Mab said, turning her cold glare on her youngest son. "Were it up to me, I would have torn out your throat to keep you from speaking that oath. But if you insist upon going with the girl, the Unseelie Court has something that might help."

I blinked in surprise, and Oberon turned to Mab, raising an eyebrow. Obviously, this was news to him, too. But the Winter Queen ignored him, her black eyes s.h.i.+fting to me, dark and feral.

"Does this surprise you, half-breed?" She sniffed in disdain. "Believe what you will, I have no desire to see my last son dead. If Ash insists on following you into the Iron Realm again, he will need something that will protect him from the poison of that place. My smiths have been working on a charm that could possibly s.h.i.+eld the bearer from the Iron glamour. They tell me it is almost ready."

My heart leaped. "What is it?"

Mab smiled, cold and brittle, and turned to the watching fey. "Leave," she hissed. "All of you, except the girl and her protectors, get out."

The Winter faeries straightened immediately and left, exiting the clearing without a backward glance. The Summer knights looked questioningly at Oberon, who dismissed them with a curt nod. Reluctantly, they drew back, bowed to their king, and followed the Winter fey out of the tent, leaving us alone with the rulers of Faery.

Oberon gave Mab a level stare. "Hiding things from the Summer Court, Lady Mab?"

"Do not take that tone with me, Lord Oberon." Mab narrowed her eyes at him. "You would do the same, as well. I look out for my own, no others." She raised her hands and clapped once. "Heinzelmann, bring in the abomination."

The gra.s.s rustled as three small men with lizardlike features melted from the shadows and padded up to the table. Smaller than dwarves, they barely came up to my knee, but they weren't gnomes or brownies or goblins. I shot a questioning look at Ash, and he grimaced.

"Kobolds," he said. "They're the smiths for the Unseelie Court."

The kobolds carried a cage between them, made of inter-locking branches that glowed with Summer glamour, trapping whatever was inside. Peering out at us, hissing and snarling and shaking the bars of its cage, was a gremlin.

I couldn't help but cringe when I saw the creature. Gremlins were Iron faeries, but so chaotic and wild, not even the other Iron fey wanted them around. They lived in machines and computers and would often congregate in huge swarms, usually where they could do the most damage. They were spindly, ugly little creatures, sort of a cross between a naked monkey and a wingless bat, with long arms, flared-out ears, and razor-sharp teeth that glowed neon-blue when they smiled.

I understood now why Mab wanted everyone else gone. The gremlin might not have survived its trek to the table, as one or more knights would probably have cut it down as soon as they saw it. Oberon watched the hissing faery with the look of someone observing a particularly disgusting insect, but did nothing more than blink.