The Iron Queen Part 22

PART THREE.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE.

THE BATTLE FOR FAERY.

When I woke, the tent was still dark, though a faint gray light peeked through the flaps. Ash was already gone, typical for him, but my body still glowed from the aftermath of last night. I could feel him now, stronger than ever. He was close. He was- Right beside me.

I jumped a bit, and turned to see him sitting beside the cot, fully clothed, his sword across his lap, watching me. He wasn't smiling, but his face was relaxed, his eyes peaceful.

"Hey," I whispered, smiling and reaching out to him. His fingers wrapped around mine and he kissed the back of my hand, before standing.

"It's almost time," he said quietly, tucking his sword into his belt again. And the looming war descended like a hammer, shattering the tranquility. "Better get dressed-Glitch will be looking for us. Or worse-"

"Puck," I groaned and struggled upright, searching for my clothes. Ash silently turned his back while I dressed, facing the door, and I bit down a giggle at his chivalry. Once I shrugged into the dragon-scale armor, I turned to show I was ready to follow him out. But Ash crossed the tiny s.p.a.ce between us and drew me close, fingers combing my tangled hair, his expression thoughtful.

"I've been thinking..." he mused as I slid my arms around his neck, gazing up at him. "When this is over, let's disappear for a while. Just the two of us. We can check on your family first, and then we can go. I can show you the Nevernever like you've never seen it before. Forget the courts, the Iron fey, everything. Just you and me and nothing else."

"I'd like that," I whispered. Ash smiled, brushed a kiss to my lips, and pulled away.

"That's all I needed to hear." His eyes gleamed, determined and eager, and filled with something I hadn't see before. Hope. "Let's go win a war."

We stepped out of the tent together, not touching, but I didn't need to touch him to feel him, right beside me. He was part of my soul now, and that somehow made this all the more real. The battle loomed over our heads, close and ominous, made all the more threatening by the eerie red clouds and the ash flakes drifting from them, as if the very sky was falling apart. I gazed up at the sky with a fierce determination. I would win this war. I never wanted anything like this.

"There you are." Glitch emerged from the crowds, dressed for battle with a spear that crackled at the tip, shedding sparks of lightning. "We're almost ready. My scouts have reported the battle has already started, that Summer and Winter have already engaged the false king's forces. The entire army has breached the line into the wyldwood-it looks like this is it."

My blood ran cold. "What about the fortress?"

"Not there yet." Glitch planted the b.u.t.t of the spear in the ground. "The forest is slowing it down. But it's close. We have to hurry. Where's Goodfellow?"

"Right here." Puck appeared, a smug grin on his face, carrying a long pole beneath his arm. "Been working on something, princess. Last night, I was wondering how the courts were going to tell us apart from the false king's army. Bad Iron fey, good Iron fey-they all look the same to me. Sooooo..." He swept the pole up with a flourish, and a bright green banner snapped open at the top, the silhouette of a great oak splayed proudly across the front. "I wanted to make it a picture of a flower or b.u.t.terfly," Puck said, smiling at my awed look, "but I didn't think that would strike fear into the heart of the false king."

"Not bad, Goodfellow," Glitch said with grudging respect.

"Oh, so glad you think so, socket-head. My mad crocheting skills finally came in handy for something."

"In any case," Glitch added, rolling his eyes, "we would be proud to carry that into battle for you."

My heart swelled. All these people were willing to follow me, to die to save Faery. I couldn't fail them. I wouldn't.

At that moment, a great commotion came from the edge of the camp, Iron fey shouting in alarm, tents flung aside, and the sound of thundering footsteps. A moment later, the crowds fell back as a group of huge black horses galloped into camp, skidding to a stop before me.

I gasped. They looked like smaller, sleeker versions of Ironhorse, made of black metal with burning crimson eyes and nostrils that breathed flame. As I stared, one of them stepped forward and tossed his head at me.

"Meghan Chase?" he asked in that same regal, n.o.ble air, his deep voice accompanied by a blast of cinders. I blinked rapidly and nodded.

"One called Grimalkin sent us." The Ironhorse look-alike nodded to the others. "He carries with him the spirit of our progenitor, the first Iron Horse, and has compelled us to join you and your cause against the False Monarch. Out of respect for the Great One, we have agreed. Do you accept our a.s.sistance?"

Ironhorse, I thought sadly. I thought sadly. You're still helping us, even now. You're still helping us, even now. "I accept your offer," I told the first horse, who nodded regally and bent his foreleg, lowering himself into a bow. "I accept your offer," I told the first horse, who nodded regally and bent his foreleg, lowering himself into a bow.

"Then, it is done," he said, as the others bent their front legs and did the same. "For this conflict only, we will carry you and your officers into battle. Afterward, our contract is done, and you will release us."

"Oh, goodie," Puck said as I stepped forward. "I'm going to have a rash in the most uncomfortable places."

I swung onto the horse's back, feeling thick iron muscles s.h.i.+ft under me as he rose, clanking and groaning. His metallic skin was warm to the touch, especially near my legs, as if a great fire burned inside him. I remembered the flames roaring in Ironhorse's belly, visible through his exposed ribs and pistons, and felt another ripple of sadness at his loss.

Ash, Puck, and Glitch watched me from the backs of the metal horses, who snorted flame and tossed their heads, eager and ready. The banner was hoisted up, the black oak against a background of green flapping in the wind. I gazed out over the solemn, upturned faces and took a deep breath.

"Summer and Winter are not your enemies!" I called, my voice echoing into the silence. "They are different, yes, but they are fighting the enemy that you hate-a tyrant who seeks to destroy everything King Machina stood for. We cannot abandon them now! Peace with the courts is possible, but the false king will corrupt and enslave everyone if he wins. The only thing necessary for evil to conquer is for us and those like us to do nothing, and I will not sit by and let that happen! We will take this fight to the false king, and we will show him what happens when we stand united against him! Who is with me?"

The roar of the army was like a sudden tornado, as hundreds of voices rose up as one. I drew my sword and raised it over my head, adding to the sea of weapons flas.h.i.+ng in the light.

"Let's go win a war!"

I HEARD THE SOUNDS HEARD THE SOUNDS of the battle before I saw it. They echoed through the trees that marked the edge of the Iron Realm: shouts and screams, howls of fury, and weapons clas.h.i.+ng in the wind. Every so often there was the boom of gunfire, or the thunderous roar of flame. Above the tree line, a huge emerald dragon swooped into the air, paused a moment, then dove out of sight again. of the battle before I saw it. They echoed through the trees that marked the edge of the Iron Realm: shouts and screams, howls of fury, and weapons clas.h.i.+ng in the wind. Every so often there was the boom of gunfire, or the thunderous roar of flame. Above the tree line, a huge emerald dragon swooped into the air, paused a moment, then dove out of sight again.

Spikerail, the horse I was riding, snorted and tossed his head. "The battle has already been joined," he announced, nearly prancing with excitement. "Shall we give the order to charge?"

"Not yet," I replied, putting a restraining hand on his shoulder. "Let's get through the trees, at least. I want to see the battle, first."

He pawed the ground impatiently, but kept his pace to a fast walk as we entered the forest. The metal trunks closed around us, dark and twisted, smelling of rust and battery acid. Above the clash of battle, I heard something else in the woods-a great snapping and groaning, as if something huge were pus.h.i.+ng through the trees.

"Faster," I told Spikerail, and he broke into a trot, stirring up clouds of ash as we moved through the forest. The sounds of battle drew closer.

And then the trees fell away, and we were gazing down on ma.s.s chaos.

I'd seen the fey in battle twice now, but this seemed even more vicious, more desperate, as if h.e.l.l itself had been released onto the field. Troops swarmed each other like ants, hacking with ancient and modern weapons, blades and armor glinting in the swirling ash storm. Iron beetles lumbered through the mobs, the gunmen on their backs blasting away. Creatures plunged and dove through the air; an icy-blue dragon, its scales streaked with red, landed on the back of an iron bug, blasted the musket elves with a deadly spray of frost before they could react, and swooped away again. A gryphon, darting by with an elfin rider, was s.n.a.t.c.hed out of the air by a clockwork golem and smashed against a rock. Two metallic praying mantises double-teamed a Summer knight, slas.h.i.+ng at him with their ma.s.sive, curved blades, until he slipped in the ash and was instantly beheaded.

The battle wasn't going well, it seemed. There was a lot more silver and gray on the field than green and gold, blue and black.

"Looks like we got here just in time," Puck mused beside me. "Ready for the 'here comes the cavalry' charge, princess?"

"If we hit their right flank," Ash said, observing the battle with narrowed silver eyes, "we may surprise them where their line is thin and tear through them before they can react."

I met both their gazes, fierce, protective, blazing with determination and love, and felt no fear. Well, maybe a little fear, but it was swallowed by resolve and the almost painful need to win this fight. Drawing my blade, I wheeled Spikerail to face the army-my army, truth be told-and looked out over the taut, waiting forces. army, truth be told-and looked out over the taut, waiting forces.

"For Faery!" I called, raising my sword, and the rebels took up the cry. A few hundred voices rose into the air, roaring, cheering, stabbing their weapons skyward. My adrenaline soared as the crescendo echoed around me, and I howled again, adding my voice to the mix. With a shrill whinny, Spikerail reared, pawing the air, and plunged down the slope.

Wind whipped at my hair and ash swirled around me, stinging my eyes. My ears were filled with pounding hoof-beats and the roar of the army behind us. We neared the ocean of battle, the rise and fall of soldiers like waves on the sh.o.r.e, the scream and clash of weapons, and roared as we came in, like a hurricane coming to land. The false king's army turned just as we hit them, their eyes going wide, desperately readying to meet this new threat, but by then it was too late. We slammed into them with the force of a tidal wave, swift and vengeful, and all h.e.l.l broke loose around me.

Spikerail plunged through the ma.s.ses, blasting and breathing flame, powerful hooves las.h.i.+ng out at those who got too close. I struck out from his back, stabbing at the false king's army with my sword. Everything was chaos. I was vaguely aware of Ash and Puck fighting close to me, fending off attacks from all sides. I saw Ash stab one Iron knight through the chest and hurl an ice spear through another. I saw Puck throw what looked like a fuzzy golf ball at a group of Iron knights, where it erupted into an angry grizzly. Glitch whirled his spear in a deadly circle, lightning arcing from the tip, stabbing the point through the knights' armor to fry them to blackened husks.

Where's Oberon? I wondered, blocking a spear thrust at my face, kicking the knight away. I had to find him, to tell him that the rebels were not the enemy, that they were here to help. I spotted Glitch through a lull in the fighting and nudged Spikerail in his direction. If Glitch was there as well, to explain himself and his actions, perhaps Oberon would listen. I wondered, blocking a spear thrust at my face, kicking the knight away. I had to find him, to tell him that the rebels were not the enemy, that they were here to help. I spotted Glitch through a lull in the fighting and nudged Spikerail in his direction. If Glitch was there as well, to explain himself and his actions, perhaps Oberon would listen.

"Glitch!" I called as we drew close. "Come with m-"

A bellow interrupted us, and a huge clockwork golem plowed through the ranks, swinging its club and sending rebels flying. It caught Glitch by surprise, and the rebel leader tried to dodge, too late. The metal club caught his horse's shoulder and knocked both of them several feet through the air. I screamed, but my voice was lost in the cacophony, and the golem lumbered closer to the motionless Glitch, raising its club for the killing blow.

Ash suddenly wheeled his horse around and charged the golem, hurling an ice dagger that shattered off the metal skull, making its head snap up. Roaring, it swung at Ash, and my heart leaped to my throat as the huge club came swoos.h.i.+ng down. But at the last moment, Ash sprang from his mount's back and landed on the golem's arm, running up to its shoulder. As the golem pulled back with a roar, thras.h.i.+ng and flailing, the Ice Prince raised his sword and stabbed it through the construct's neck. There was a flash of blue light, and the golem bellowed, falling to its knees. Ash leaped off the giant, landing on his feet in the gra.s.s, as the golem shuddered and collapsed into a hundred pieces of frozen clockwork, rolling through the ashes.

"I'm not impressed, ice-boy!" Puck yelled, kicking away an Iron knight. "Do that again, only this time, make it dance!"

Ignoring Puck, I turned Spikerail and hurried over to where Glitch had fallen. His horse lay in an ash drift, struggling to get up, and Glitch lay a few feet away, his spikes snapping feebly.

"Glitch!" I leaped off Spikerail's back and ran to the p.r.o.ne figure, kneeling beside him in the ashes. "Are you all right? Talk to me." Ash and Puck loomed to either side, protecting us from surrounding chaos. I reached down and shook his limp arm. "Glitch!"

He groaned and cracked open his eyes. "Ow," he moaned. "Dammit, what hit me?" He tried sitting up and winced, grabbing his arm. "Ouch. That's not good."

"Can you stand?" I asked anxiously.

He nodded and tried to get up, but gasped and sank back again, gritting his teeth. "Nope. Ribs broken, as well. Sorry, highness." Glitch swore and shook his head. "I might have to sit this one out."

"That's fine. We just have to get you out of here." I looked around, flinching as Puck leaped between me and a clockwork hound, cutting the dog out of the air. I spotted Glitch's horse, finally on his feet though looking a bit dazed, and gave a shrill whistle. "Coaleater!" I yelled, remembering the horse's name. "Over here!

The horse limped up, and we helped Glitch heave himself onto its back. "Take him to safety," I told the horse, who bobbed his head in consent, seemingly glad to get out of the fight. "Make sure he gets the help he needs. I'll take it from here."

"Meghan." Glitch's voice, though reedy with pain, was firm. The rebel leader gazed down at me and nodded, once. "I was wrong about you. Good luck. Win this war for us."

"I will," I replied, as Coaleater moved carefully but swiftly out of sight, disappearing into the swirling ash. Now it was the three of us, just like before. Puck and Ash pressed close, and I narrowed my eyes, peering through the whirling bodies. "Let's find Oberon, right now."

I threw myself back into the fight, Puck and Ash right beside me. Together, we carved our way through the seemingly endless ranks of Iron fey. Sweat ran into my eyes, my dragon-scale armor took a hundred or so painful bangs and sc.r.a.pes, and my arms burned from swinging my sword, but we continued to fight, inching our way across the field. I became lost in the dance: block, swing, parry, dodge, stab, repeat, always moving on, always pressing forward. An iron beetle bore down on us, muskets firing, and I drew on the Iron glamour to tear the bolts from its legs at the joints, fighting the nausea that overtook me right after. The beetle crashed to the ground and was quickly overrun. Another clockwork giant stumbled into our midst, and this time both Ash and Puck went after it, Puck turning into a raven and pecking at its eyes, while Ash darted around and leaped onto its back, plunging his blade through its chest. Glamour swirled around me, Iron, Summer, and Winter, though the magic of the Iron fey was much stronger here. I could feel it, pulsing through the land, lending strength to both the rebels and the forces of the false king. I could feel the core of the Iron glamour drawing closer, pulsing and angry, corrupting everything in its path.

For just a moment, I was distracted, and that was long enough for something to slip through my guard. The tip of a spear cut through my defenses and slammed me in the shoulder, not enough to pierce the dragon-scale, but hard enough to rock me back and send a flare of pain up my arm. I dropped my sword, and the knight pulled back for another shot.

A huge, gnarled fist closed over his head, crus.h.i.+ng the helmet like a grape and lifting the knight high into the air. I gaped as a monstrous, treelike being with thick, th.o.r.n.y skin and a crown of antlers flung the knight away, then turned to knock back a whole platoon with its treelike limbs. Gra.s.ses and flowers bloomed briefly where it stepped, as the great tree creature moved forward with surprising speed and grace, looming above my head, as if to protect me. Then its gaze swept down, and I was staring into the ancient, familiar face of the Summer King.

"You've returned." Oberon's voice shook the ground, deeper and lower than a thunderclap, and just as emotionless. The Seelie King gave no hint as to what he was feeling, if he felt anything when he saw me. "And you have brought more Iron fey to our territory."

"They're here to help us!" I yelled, s.n.a.t.c.hing my sword and glaring up at him. He gazed back with impa.s.sive green eyes, and I stabbed a finger in his direction. "Don't you dare turn on them, Father! They want the same thing you do!"

Oberon blinked, and I realized I had just called him father. father. Well, I Well, I was was the Summer princess; it was useless to deny it any longer. "I make no promises," the Seelie King said, and turned away, his giant limbs crus.h.i.+ng another pair of Iron knights. "We shall see, after the battle, what to do with the intruders." the Summer princess; it was useless to deny it any longer. "I make no promises," the Seelie King said, and turned away, his giant limbs crus.h.i.+ng another pair of Iron knights. "We shall see, after the battle, what to do with the intruders."

Furious, I snarled a curse and turned on the Iron knight trying to rush me from behind. Stupid, unreasonable, uncompromising faeries! He'd better not try anything with the rebels when this was done. I'd given my word that they would be safe from him and Mab.

I stabbed my sword through the chest of an Iron knight, watched the empty armor clatter to the ground, and looked up for the next enemy. Only to find there wasn't one. I looked around to see the false king's forces pulling back, running away. As a tired cheer rose up from the army around us, I looked up to see Oberon, surrounded by the remains of countless Iron fey, crush a final golem into sc.r.a.p metal and turn to me. A s.h.i.+ver went through the Summer King. He began shrinking, growing smaller and less...th.o.r.n.y...until he was as I remembered him. But his eyes, and the inflexibility on his face, remained.

"Why have you brought them here?" Oberon demanded, his cold gaze going to the rebels at my back. "More Iron fey to poison the land, more Iron fey that would destroy us."

"No!" I stepped forward, instinctively s.h.i.+elding them behind me. "I told you before, they're here to help. They want the false king gone, just like you."

"And what then? Offer them sanctuary within our courts? Let them go back to the Iron Realm, so that it may continue to spread and corrupt our home?" Oberon seemed to grow in stature, though his size remained the same. The rebels murmured and cringed back as the Seelie King swept his arm over the crowd. "Every Iron fey, whether they are hostile or peaceful, is a danger to us. We will Iron fey, whether they are hostile or peaceful, is a danger to us. We will never be safe never be safe while they are alive. This is why we asked you to go into their realm and destroy the Iron King. You have failed us. And now, all of Faery will perish because of you." while they are alive. This is why we asked you to go into their realm and destroy the Iron King. You have failed us. And now, all of Faery will perish because of you."

"I gave my word that they would be safe here!" I shouted, feeling Ash and Puck step up beside me. "If you attack them, you'll make me your enemy, as well! And I don't think you can afford an attack on two fronts, Father."

"The girl is right." A blast of icy cold, and Mab the Winter Queen swept up, her white battlegown streaked with splashes of red and black. "We waste time arguing here while our home is being destroyed around us. Let the rogue fey fight with us-there will be time later to decide their fate."

I didn't like the sound of that, either, but in another moment, it didn't matter. A loud grinding, ripping sound echoed across the field, coming from the edge of the woods, like thousands of trees were being snapped at once. Branches shook violently, swaying like reeds in the wind, and my heart lurched as the ma.s.sive bulk of the fortress broke through the edge of the woods, crus.h.i.+ng trees beneath it, and dragged itself onto the field.

Up close, the false king's fortress was even larger than I'd thought, casting a looming shadow across the battleground and blocking out the sky. Again, I was struck by how irregular it was, an acc.u.mulation of different parts-smokestacks, towers, balconies-thrown into place with no care as to how it looked, yet somehow held together. Smoke leaked from every crevice, billowing into the sky, and the entire thing moved forward with a cacophony of clanks and groans and squeals, sending chills down my spine.

As the armies of Summer and Winter drew back in shock from the monstrous structure, Ash grabbed my arm and pointed to the ground beneath it. "Look!" he said, his voice filled with horror and disbelief. "Look at what's carrying it!"

I gasped, hardly comprehending what I saw. The fortress was being carried on the shoulders of hundreds, maybe thousands, of packrats. They shuffled forward in a daze, their eyes blank and gla.s.sy, moving across the field like ants with a giant gra.s.shopper.

"Oh, G.o.d," I whispered, stumbling back a step. "They don't know what they're doing. The false king must have enchanted them somehow."

"Uh, enchanted or not, they're not stopping," Puck observed, looking nervous as the huge fortress crawled forward, moving at a slow but steady pace through the falling ash. "If we're gonna get inside that thing and stop the false king, now would be a great time."

"Attack!" roared Oberon, sweeping his arm toward the moving citadel. "All forces, stop that castle! Do not let it cross the lines!"

The armies surged forward again, both my Iron fey and the oldbloods, uncaring that they were suddenly fighting side by side. In the face of a much greater evil, they hurled themselves at the fortress, their battle cries rising into the air as one.

A flash of smoke and fire erupted from the fortress, and a moment later the explosion of a cannonball rocked the ground, sending several flying. Suddenly the air was filled with explosions, as the fortress opened fire on the advancing fey. Howls and screams rose into the air, and from the woods, coming from behind the fortress, another regiment of the false king's swarmed onto the field.

"Reinforcements!" I gasped as the new army slammed into our forces. Drawing my sword, I turned to Ash and Puck. "Let's go. One way or another, we have to get into that fortress."

We charged the field, joining our allies in trying to hold the line. But the false king's army was new and fresh, and most of our forces were already exhausted. More and more of our soldiers fell under the relentless push of the false king's army, and the fortress continued to creep forward, peppering the ground with cannonb.a.l.l.s and explosions. We were being pushed back. We were giving ground.

With a roar, the green Summer dragon swooped overhead, its shadow flas.h.i.+ng over us, and landed on the castle, talons digging into the side. Snarling, the dragon ripped and tore at the fortress walls, smas.h.i.+ng cannons and breathing fire at the faeries manning them. For a moment, my heart leaped with hope.

But then, the metal towers atop the castle glowed blue-white with energy, and an arc of lightning leaped outward, slamming into the dragon. The dragon screeched, going rigid, as more strands of deadly electricity coursed over and through it, lighting up the sky. It finally dropped off the castle, trailing smoke from its blackened scales, and crashed to the ground. It didn't move again.

My spirits plummeted. We couldn't do it. If a freaking dragon dragon couldn't get into the fortress, what chance did I have? Shearing through a wireman, I looked around the field and my heart dropped even lower. There didn't seem to be many good guys left. Oberon was back in his tree-giant form, flinging soldiers left and right, and Mab was an icy whirlwind of death, surrounded by frozen corpses and suits of armor, but I couldn't see much of our army through the ma.s.ses of Iron knights and other false-king soldiers. Worse, they appeared to have us surrounded. couldn't get into the fortress, what chance did I have? Shearing through a wireman, I looked around the field and my heart dropped even lower. There didn't seem to be many good guys left. Oberon was back in his tree-giant form, flinging soldiers left and right, and Mab was an icy whirlwind of death, surrounded by frozen corpses and suits of armor, but I couldn't see much of our army through the ma.s.ses of Iron knights and other false-king soldiers. Worse, they appeared to have us surrounded.

An explosion shook the ground, very close, and I staggered backward, showered with rocks and dirt. Ash and Puck stood back-to-back, fending off attacks from all sides, but they were being pushed back, as well. A cold numbness spread through my body. We were going to lose. I couldn't get into the fortress, couldn't beat the false king. His army was too much for us. We had failed. I had failed.

"Master!"

Something small and fast leaped at me. I reacted instinctively and swatted it from the air, smas.h.i.+ng it to the ground.

"Ouch."

"Razor!" I scooped up the gremlin, holding him at arm's length to see him clearly. He buzzed with joy. "What are you doing here? I told you to go to Mag Tuiredh. Why did you follow me?"

"Razor help! Help Master! Wanted to find you!"

"I know, but I needed you to get the others!" Despair rose up like a wave, and I shook him, angry and frustrated. He squeaked. "Why didn't you go to Mag Tuiredh? Why didn't you do what I asked? Now we're all going to die!"

"No die!" Razor squirmed from my grasp, hitting the dirt to bounce around my feet. "No die, no! Razor did what Master wanted! Look!"

He pointed. From the edge of the woods, over the roar of explosions and screams of battle, I saw thousands of tiny green lights. Eyes, all staring at me. I gasped, and as one, they all broke into a smile, neon-blue crescent grins floating in the air.

They spilled from the woods like a rush of ink, black against the ash-covered ground, thousands upon thousands of gremlins, flowing toward the castle. They swarmed over and around the Iron soldiers like rocks in a stream, unhindered and unstoppable. Several fey lashed out at them, and several gremlins fell, left behind by the ma.s.s, but there were just too many of them to stop. They scurried up to the fortress and leaped onto its walls, swarming it like army ants or hornets. Lightning flashed, blasting them from the walls, and gremlins fell like rain, but there were always more, hissing and buzzing, and suddenly, the entire fortress shuddered to a halt.