The Iron Queen Part 11

The kobolds heaved the cage onto the table, where the gremlin snarled and spat at us, flitting from one side of the container to the next. The largest kobold, a yellow-eyed creature with bushy hair, grinned, flicking his tongue like a lizard. "It isss ready, Queen Mab," he hissed. "Would you like to perform the ritual?"

Mab's smile was thoroughly frightening. "Give me the amulet, Heinzelmann."

The kobold handed her something that flashed briefly in the dim light. Still smiling, the Winter Queen turned back to the gremlin, watching it with a predatory gleam in her eyes. The gremlin snarled at her. Raising her fist, the queen began chanting, words I didn't understand, words that rippled with power, swirling around her like a vortex. I felt a pull on the inside, as if my soul was straining to leave my body and fly into that whirlwind. I gasped and felt Ash take my hand, squeezing it tightly as if he feared I would fly away, as well.

The gremlin arched its back, mouth gaping, and gave a piercing wail. I saw a dark, ragged wisp, like a dirty cloud, rise up from the gremlin's mouth and get pulled into the vortex. Mab continued to chant, and like a tornado being sucked down a drain, the vortex vanished into whatever she held in her hand. The gremlin collapsed, twitching, sparks jumping off its body to fizzle on the stone. With a final shudder, it was still.

My mouth was dry as Mab turned back to us, a triumphant look on her face. "What did you do to it?" I demanded hoa.r.s.ely.

Mab raised her hand. An amulet dangled by a thin silver chain, flas.h.i.+ng like a drop of water in the sun. It was a tiny thing, shaped like a teardrop, held in place by p.r.o.ngs of ice. The teardrop was as clear as gla.s.s, and I could see something writhing like smoke on the inside.

"We have found a way to trap the Iron creature's life essence," Mab purred, sounding horribly pleased with herself. "If the amulet works, it will draw the Iron glamour from the wearer into itself, cleansing and protecting him from the poison. You will even be able to touch touch iron without being burned. Severely, anyway." She shrugged. "At least, that is what my smiths tell me. It has not been tested yet." iron without being burned. Severely, anyway." She shrugged. "At least, that is what my smiths tell me. It has not been tested yet."

"And was that the only one?" Ash nodded to the lifeless gremlin, his face uncertain. The creature seemed even smaller in death than in life, as fragile as a pile of twigs. Mab gave a cruel laugh, shaking her head.

"Oh no, my dear." She let the amulet dangle, spinning slowly on its chain. "Many, many abominations went into the making of this charm. Which is why we could not hand them out to just anyone. Capturing the creatures alive proved...difficult."

"And-" I stared at the writhing mist within the gla.s.s, feeling faintly ill "-you have to kill kill them to make it work?" them to make it work?"

"This is war, war, human." Mab's voice was cold and remorseless. "It is either kill or be destroyed ourselves." The queen sniffed, gazing contemptuously at the twisted body of the gremlin. "The Iron fey are corrupting our home and poisoning our people. I think this fair exchange, don't you?" human." Mab's voice was cold and remorseless. "It is either kill or be destroyed ourselves." The queen sniffed, gazing contemptuously at the twisted body of the gremlin. "The Iron fey are corrupting our home and poisoning our people. I think this fair exchange, don't you?"

I wasn't sure about that, but Puck cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "Hate to sound greedy and all," he said, "but is ice-boy the only one who gets a s.h.i.+ny piece of jewelry? Seeing as there are three of us going into the Iron Realm."

Mab gave him an icy glare. "No, Robin Goodfellow," she said, making Puck's name sound like a curse. "The creature that showed us how to make these insisted you get one, too." She gestured, and Heinzelmann the kobold approached Puck with a grin, handing out another amulet on a chain. This one had vines curled around the gla.s.s instead of ice, but they were otherwise identical. Puck grinned as he looped it around his neck, giving Mab a slight bow, which she ignored.

Beckoning Ash forward, Mab draped the amulet around his neck as he bowed. "This is the best we can do for you," she said as Ash straightened, and for a moment, the Winter Queen looked almost regretful, staring at her son. "If you cannot defeat the Iron King, then we are all lost."

"We won't fail," Ash said softly, and Mab placed a palm on his cheek, gazing at him like she would not see him again.

"One last thing," she added as Ash stepped back. "The magic in the amulet is not permanent. It will weaken and corrode over time, and eventually it will shatter altogether. The smiths also tell me that any use of glamour will hasten the charm's destruction, as will direct contact with anything made of iron. How long that will take, they are not sure. But they do agree on one thing-it will not last forever. Once you enter the Iron Realm, you have a limited time to find your target and kill him. So, I would hurry if I were you, Meghan Chase."

Oh, of course, I thought, as my gut twisted and sank down to my toes. I thought, as my gut twisted and sank down to my toes. This impossible situation also comes with a time limit. No pressure. This impossible situation also comes with a time limit. No pressure.

"Queen Mab!"

The shout, high-pitched and gravelly, echoed from beyond the clearing, and a moment later a leafy bush scurried into the tent and danced around at Mab's feet. It took me a moment to realize it was a goblin with leaves and twigs glued to its clothes, making it blend perfectly into a forest environment.

"Queen Mab!" it rasped. "Iron fey! Snigg spotted many Iron fey camped at the edge of the wasteland! Sound alarm! Ready weapons! Run, run!"

Mab swooped down and in a blindingly quick gesture, grabbed the frantic goblin by the throat, lifting it into the air.

"How many of them are there?" she asked softly, as the goblin choked and kicked weakly in her grip, his leafy camouflage bobbing.

"Um." The goblin gave a last twitch and calmed down. "Few hundred?" it croaked. "Many lights, many creatures. Snigg didn't get a good look, so sorry."

"And are they approaching, or stationary?" Mab continued in what would have been a calm, reasonable voice, if the gla.s.sy look in her eyes hadn't betrayed her scariness. "Do we have time to prepare, or are they right at our door?"

"Few miles out, your majesty. Snigg ran all the way back when he saw them, but they had camped, camped for the night. Snigg's guess is they'll attack at dawn."

"So we have a little time, at least." Mab tossed away the goblin like she was throwing out an empty soda can. "Go inform our forces that battle is nigh. Tell the generals to attend me, to discuss our strategy for the morning. Go!"

The goblin fled, a leafy bush scrambling out of the tent. Mab whirled on Oberon. "It is terribly convenient," she hissed, scowling, "for your daughter to appear and we are immediately attacked. It is almost as if they are coming for her."

Sheer black fright washed through me. One or two opponents I could handle, but not an entire army. "What can I do?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor from my voice. "Do you want me to leave now?"

Oberon shook his head. "Not tonight," he said firmly. "The enemy is at our doorstep, and you could walk straight into their jaws."

"I could sneak around-"

"No, Meghan Chase. I will not risk your discovery. Too much is at stake for you to be captured and killed. We will fight them tomorrow and when they are defeated, you will have a clear path into the Iron Realm."

"But-"

"I will not argue with you, daughter." Oberon turned and fixed me with unyielding green eyes, his voice going deep and terrible. "You will remain here, where we can protect you, until the battle is won. I am still king, and that is my final word on the matter."

He glared at me, and I didn't protest. Despite our family ties, he was still Lord of the Summer Fey; it would be dangerous to push him any further. Mab sniffed, shaking her head disapprovingly. "Very well, Erlking," she said, drawing herself up. "I must ready my troops for the battle. Excuse me."

With a last chilly smile at me, the Queen of the Winter Fey left the clearing. I watched her swoop out of the tent, and turned back to Oberon. "So, what now?"

"Now," Oberon replied, "we make ready for war."

CHAPTER TWELVE.

THE TRAITOR KNIGHT.

The camp celebrated that night. Once word of the impending attack got out, excitement and antic.i.p.ation spread like wildfire, until it could no longer be contained to a few stuffy tents. Faeries swarmed the streets like revelers after a hockey game, drudging up food and alcohol and other, more questionable things. Drums and pipes, primal and dark, echoed over the wind, pounding out a savage rhythm. On each side of the camp, ma.s.sive bonfires were lit, roaring up like phoenixes in the night, as the armies of Summer and Winter danced and drank and sang the night away.

I hung back from the main fires, avoiding the dancing and the drinking and the other acts going on in the shadows. From where I stood, a mug of black tea warming my hands, I could see both Summer and Winter fires and the dark silhouettes dancing around them. On the Unseelie side, goblins and redcaps chanted dark, vulgar battle songs, usually about blood and meat and body parts, while dryads and tree nymphs swayed a mesmerizing dance around the Seelie camp, moving like branches in the wind. A sylph fluttered by, chased by a satyr, and an ogre hefted a whole ale keg above his open mouth, bathing his face in dark liquor.

"You wouldn't think there's a fight tomorrow," I muttered to Ash, who was leaning against a tree, a green bottle held lightly between two fingers. Every so often, he'd raise the gla.s.s and take a single swallow from the neck, but I knew better than to ask him to share. Faery wine is potent stuff, and I had no desire to spend the rest of the night as a hedgehog, or holding a conversation with giant pink rabbits. "Isn't it traditional to celebrate after after you win?" you win?"

"And what if there is no tomorrow?" Ash turned his gaze toward the Unseelie bonfire, where the goblins were singing, something about fingers and meat cleavers. "Many of them won't live to see another dawn. And once we die, there is nothing left. No existence beyond this one." Though his voice was matter-of-fact, a shadow hovered in his eyes. He took a swig of wine and glanced at me, one corner of his lip turned up. "I think you mortals have a phrase-eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we may die?"

"Oh, that's not morbid at all, Ash."

Before he could reply, something stumbled into our little s.p.a.ce, tripped, and went sprawling at my feet. It was Puck, his s.h.i.+rt off, his red hair in disarray. He grinned up at me, a crown of daisies woven through his hair, a bottle clutched in one hand. A group of nymphs crowded around him a second later, giggling. I drew back as they swarmed all over him.

"Oh, hey, princess!" Puck waved inanely as the nymphs pulled him to his feet, still giggling. His hair gleamed, his eyes gleamed, and I barely recognized him. "Wanna play ride the phouka with us?"

"Um. No thanks, Puck."

"Suit yourself. But you only live once, princess." And Puck let himself be pulled away by the nymphs, vanis.h.i.+ng into the crowd by the fire. Ash shook his head and took a swig from his bottle. I stared after them, not knowing what to feel.

"That's a side of him I haven't seen before," I muttered at last, hunching my shoulders against the wind. Ash chuckled.

"Then you don't know Goodfellow as well as you think." The dark faery pushed himself off the tree and came to stand beside me, lightly touching my shoulder. "Try to get some rest. The revel will only get wilder as the night goes on, and you might not want to see what happens when faeries get extremely drunk. Besides, you'll want at least a few hours of sleep before the battle tomorrow."

I s.h.i.+vered as I rose, my stomach clenching as I thought of the impending war. "Will I have to fight, too?" I asked as we fell into step back toward my tent. Ash sighed.

"Not if I have anything to say about it," he said, almost to himself. "And I don't think Oberon will want you in the midst of it, either. You're too important to risk being killed."

I was relieved, but at the same time, guilt gnawed at me. I was tired of people dying while I stood by, helpless. Maybe it was time I started fighting my own battles.

We reached my tent and I hesitated, my heart suddenly fluttering like crazy. I could feel his presence at my back, quiet and strong, making my skin tingle. The darkness beyond the flaps beckoned invitingly, and words danced on the tip of my tongue, held back by nervousness and fear.

Just spit it out, Meghan. Ask him to stay with you tonight. What's the worst that could happen? He says no? I cringed inwardly with embarra.s.sment. I cringed inwardly with embarra.s.sment. Okay, that would suck. But would he really refuse? You know he loves you. What are you waiting for? Okay, that would suck. But would he really refuse? You know he loves you. What are you waiting for?

I took a breath. "Ash...um..."

"Prince As.h.!.+" A Winter knight marched through the line of tents and bowed when he reached us. I wanted to kick him, but Ash looked amused.

"So, I'm a prince again, am I?" he mused softly. "Very well. What do you want, Deylin?"

"Queen Mab has requested your presence, your highness," the knight continued, ignoring me completely. "She wishes you to meet her in her tent on the Winter side of the camp. I will remain here and guard the Summer princess until-"

"I no longer answer to Queen Mab," Ash said, and the knight gaped at him. "If my lady wishes me to go, I will honor her request. If she does not, then I would ask you to send the queen my apologies."

The Winter knight continued to look dumbstruck, but Ash turned to me, serious and formal, though I could sense a secret triumph deep within. "If you want me to stay, you only have to say the word," he stated quietly. "Or I can go see what Mab wants. Your will is my command."

I was tempted, so very tempted, to ask him to stay. I wanted to pull him into my tent and make us both forget about the war and the courts and the looming battle, just for a night. But Mab would be even more furious, and I really didn't want to p.i.s.s off the Winter Queen any more than I already had.

"No," I sighed. "Go see what Mab wants. I'll be all right."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, and he drew back. "I'll be close," he said. "And Deylin will be right outside. You can trust him, but if you need me, just call."

"I will," I replied, and watched him walk away until he disappeared into the shadows, my skin buzzing with thwarted desire. Deylin gave me a jerky bow and turned away, positioning himself in front of my tent. Sighing, I ducked inside and flopped down on my bed, covering my heated face with a pillow. My head swirled with forbidden thoughts and feelings, making it impossible to relax. For a long time, I could think only of a certain dark knight, and when I finally dropped off to sleep, he continued to invade my dreams.

SOMETHING CLAMPED DOWN over my mouth in the darkness, m.u.f.fling my startled yelp. I jerked, but found myself pinned on my back, my arms crushed under the body straddling my waist. An armored knight loomed over me, a full helm and visor concealing his face. over my mouth in the darkness, m.u.f.fling my startled yelp. I jerked, but found myself pinned on my back, my arms crushed under the body straddling my waist. An armored knight loomed over me, a full helm and visor concealing his face.

"Shhhhhh." The knight pressed a finger to his lips through the helm. I could feel him smiling behind the visor. "Relax, your highness. This will be much easier if you don't fight."

I bucked desperately, but the gauntlet over my mouth slammed me back, squeezing until tears formed in my eyes. The knight sighed. "I see you want to do this the hard way."

The gauntlet grew icy cold on my skin, burning like fire. I thrashed and kicked, but couldn't dislodge the weight on my chest or the hand over my face. Ice formed on my skin, spreading over my cheeks and jaw, freezing my lips shut. The knight chuckled and removed his hand, leaving me panting through my nose against the ice gag. My face felt like it had been splashed with acid, vicious cold eating into my bones.

"That's better." The knight sat back, settling his weight more fully, and gazed down at me. "Wouldn't want dear Ash to come running just yet, would we?"

I jerked in recognition. I knew that smug, arrogant voice. The knight saw my reaction and chuckled.

Reaching to his helm, he flipped up the visor, confirming my suspicions. My heart pounded, and I s.h.i.+vered violently, struggling to control my fear.

"Miss me, princess?" Rowan smiled, his diamond-blue eyes gleaming in the darkness, and I would've gasped in revulsion if I could. Ash's older brother looked different now; his once-handsome, pointed face resembled a crater of raw flesh and ugly burns. Open, gaping wounds seeped fluid down his cheeks, and his nose had fallen off, leaving ugly holes behind. He reminded me of a grinning skull, gla.s.sy eyes sunk deep into his head, bright with pain and madness.

"Do I disgust you?" he whispered, as I fought the urge to gag. "This is merely a trial, princess, my rite of pa.s.sage. The iron burns away the weak, useless flesh, until I am reborn as one of them. I must merely endure the pain until I am complete. When the Iron King takes over the Nevernever, I will be the only one of the oldbloods to withstand the change."

I shook my head, wanting to tell him he was wrong, that there was no rite of pa.s.sage, that the false king was merely using him like all the others. But of course, I couldn't speak through the ice, and Rowan suddenly pulled a dagger, the onyx blade thin and serrated like the edges of a shark's tooth.

"The Iron King wants to do the honors himself," he whispered, "but all you have to be is slightly alive when you get there. I think I'll cut off a few fingers and leave them behind for Ash to find before we go. What do you say, your highness?"

He s.h.i.+fted his weight to free one of my arms, grabbed my wrist, and pinned it to the ground despite my wild thras.h.i.+ng. "Oh, keep squirming, princess," he cooed. "It makes this so erotic." Picking up the knife, he positioned it above my hand, choosing a finger.

I took a deep breath to calm my panic and tried to think. My sword was close, but I couldn't move my arm. Using glamour would either exhaust or sicken me, but I had no choice this time. As Rowan prodded my exposed fingers with the tip of the knife, drawing tiny blood drops and extending the torment, I focused on the hilt.

Wood is wood. Puck's voice echoed in my mind. Puck's voice echoed in my mind. Be it a dead tree, the side of a s.h.i.+p, a wooden crossbow or a simple broom handle, Summer magic can make it come alive again, if only for a moment. Concentrate. Be it a dead tree, the side of a s.h.i.+p, a wooden crossbow or a simple broom handle, Summer magic can make it come alive again, if only for a moment. Concentrate.

A surge of glamour, and gleaming thorns erupted from the hilt, stabbing through the gauntlet and into Rowan's flesh. The room swirled as dizziness came almost immediately, and I broke the connection as Rowan howled, jerking back and releasing my arm. Exactly as I hoped. With an internal yell, I surged up, ignoring the clinging nausea, and thrust my freed hand under his visor, clawing at his hideous, burned face.

This time, Rowan's scream shook the cloth walls. Dropping the knife, he went to cover his face and I shoved him off with all my might. Scrambling upright, I whirled and drew my sword with one hand, clawing at my frozen face with the other. Ice broke off in chunks, feeling like they took flaps of skin with them. I blinked away tears as Rowan got to his feet, his expression murderous.

"You really think you're going to beat me?" Drawing his sword, which was ice-blue and serrated like the knife, Rowan stepped forward. Blood ran down the side of his face, and one eye was squeezed shut. "Why didn't you run, princess?" he mused. "Run to Ash and your father-I can't chase you through the whole camp. You should have run."

I ripped the last of the ice from my lips and spat on the ground between us, tasting blood. "I'm through with running," I said, watching his one good eye narrow. "And I'm not about to let you stab me in the back, either. I want you to take a message to the false king."

Rowan smiled, teeth s.h.i.+ning like fangs in his ravaged face, and eased closer. I held my ground, sinking into a defensive stance like Ash taught me. I was still afraid, because I'd seen Rowan fight Ash before, and I knew he was far better than me. But anger overshadowed fear now, and I pointed at Rowan with my sword. "You tell the false king he doesn't have to send anyone to get me," I said in the firmest voice I could manage. "I'm coming for him. I'm coming for him, and when I find him, I'm going to kill him."

With a shock, I realized that I really meant it. It was either him or my family now, both mortal and faery. For everyone else to live, the false king had to die. As Grim once prophesized, I had become an a.s.sa.s.sin of the courts.

Rowan sneered, unimpressed. "I'll be sure to tell him, princess," he mocked. "But don't think you're getting away from me unscathed." He took another step forward, and I eased backward, toward the tent flaps. "I think I'll take an ear for a trophy, just to show the king that I didn't fail him."

He lunged, a blindingly quick move that took me by surprise. I jerked back, sweeping my blade up to parry, managing to deflect his sword, but I wasn't quite fast enough. The tip grazed my skin, slicing a line of fire across my cheek. I stumbled back, tripped over something in the doorway, and fell backward out of the tent.

Deylin's lifeless, frozen body stared up at me, his eyes wide with shock. As I watched, the faery's body rippled, then dissolved like an ice cube in the microwave, until nothing was left but a puddle of water in the dirt.

Cursing, I scrambled to my feet, backing away from the opening. My cheek burned, and I could feel something warm trickling down my face. "As.h.!.+" I yelled, gazing around wildly. "Puck! It's Rowan! Rowan is here!"

The camp was dark, silent. Faeries lay pa.s.sed out on the ground, snoring where they'd fallen, mugs and bottles scattered everywhere. Smoke curled lazily into the air from charred timbers, embers flickering weakly in the darkness.

Rowan exited the tent, pus.h.i.+ng aside the flaps and brazenly stepping into the open, sneering all the while. Still smiling, he put two fingers to his mouth and blew out a piercing whistle that carried over the trees. "Running away now, princess?" he asked, as faeries began to groan and stir, blinking and confused. "How do you expect to kill the Iron King when you can't even get past his knight?"

"I'll find a way," I told him, keeping my sword pointed at his chest. "I did before."

Rowan chuckled. "We'll look forward to it then, princess. Say h.e.l.lo to Ash for me."

"Rowan!"

Ash's shout of fury echoed through the camp. The dark prince appeared beside me from nowhere, anger swirling around him in a black-and-red cloud. The look in his eyes when he faced his brother was terrifying-that blank, gla.s.sy killing stare that promised no mercy.

Rowan laughed and threw up an arm.