A Stroke of Midnight (Merry Gentry #4)(53)

“Hafwyn,” I said, “did you ever lose your ability to heal?”
She shook her head without turning around to face the queen, as if she was afraid to look away from me, or afraid to look back.
“Then why is she a guard?” the queen asked. She came down the steps, and I felt everyone around me tense. We could have left, gotten away, and I was putting us all at risk. But for the first time ever Andais seemed willing to hear awful truths about Cel. I wasn’t sure how long this new mood would last, and there were things that would happen only when she was willing to believe Cel was a monster.
“She healed someone Prince Cel had forbidden her to heal. He told her that from that day forward she would bring death only, and no longer be allowed to heal.”
Andais glided across the floor toward us, her dress making a hissing sound. Hafwyn paled. “Is this true, Hafwyn?”
The guard swallowed hard and turned around to face the queen. She dropped to one knee without being asked or told. “Yes, Queen Andais, it is true.”
“You had the ability to heal grievous wounds by touch and he forbade you to use your gift?”
Hafwyn kept her face down, but answered, “Yes.”
Andais looked at me. “She is yours, but I cannot allow you to strip Cel of all his guards. Even a queen cannot help another sidhe break their vows of loyalty and service.”
“Hafwyn breaks no vow coming to me, for she made no vow to Prince Cel. I am told that many of the prince’s guard made no new vows to Cel.”
Something passed through Doyle’s eyes that let me know he at least understood why this was worth the risk.
Andais frowned at me. “This cannot be true. Cel offered my brother’s guards a chance to join his service after Essus’s death. They made vows to serve Cel.”
Hafwyn abased herself lower on the floor, but said, “My queen, Cel told us you gave us to him. He did not ask our permission or if we wished to serve him. He told all of us that our vows had been made to a prince, and he was a prince.”
“He said you all chose to serve him,” Andais said in a voice gone hollow with surprise.
Hafwyn kept her face pressed to her hands on the floor, but she answered. “No, my queen.”
Andais looked at Biddy. “Did you give your vow to Cel?” 
Biddy shook her head. “No, and he never asked for it.”
Andais turned back toward the throne. “Dogmaela, did you give oath to Prince Cel?”
“No, my queen,” she said, eyes wide, and face a little frightened.
Andais screamed, a loud, sharp, inarticulate scream that seemed to hold all her frustration. “I would never have given my brother’s guard to anyone, not even my own son. All those who did not make oath to Cel are free to choose to leave his service.”
“Are we free to offer our service where we wish?” Hafwyn asked, her head raised just enough to look up at the queen.
“Yes, but if you wish to go to the princess’s service my order stands. To serve her, you must truly serve her in the way that the guard has always served my blood and my house.”
It was Biddy who said, “Prince Essus did not force us to serve him and only him.”
Andais looked at her, and shook her head, then looked at me. “What would you do with your guards if I allowed it?”
“I would free the women of the celibacy since, as you pointed out, they cannot get me pregnant. After I am with child and know who the father of my child would be, I would free the men from their celibacy, as well.”
“And if you never get with child?”
“Then I would keep those I preferred in my bed, and let the others find lovers. A half-dozen men, give or take a few, is enough for me, I think.”
“And what if I said that any you did not keep must come back to me?”
“You told me once that you made the celibacy rule because you wanted their seed for yourself, but if you cannot be pregnant, then why not let them see if there are other women in the court they could get with child?”
“So fair, so evenhanded, so like Essus.” She gave us her back and began to walk toward her throne. “Take the guards you have around you and go. And know this, your ill truths will make our traitors’ punishments all the more fulsome. For my anger will need flesh and blood to be stilled.”
To that there was only one thing to say. “I will go and do as you have bid, Aunt Andais.” I bowed to her back, and we got Hafwyn to her feet and left. I did not need anyone’s urging to know that I had pushed her about as far as she’d be pushed this night. We left her caressing Kieran. The last sound we heard before the doors closed behind us was Madenn’s scream. I started to look back but Frost and Galen had too firm a grip on my arms. There would be no more looking back tonight.
CHAPTER 26

THERE WAS A STORM OF BUTTERFLIES OUTSIDE THE DOOR TO MY room, as if someone had broken a kaleidoscope and thrown the colors into the air, and those colors had stayed, floating, whirling. For a moment I didn’t see the tiny hands and feet, the gauzy dresses and loincloths. I saw only what their glamour tried to show me. A cloud of insects, rising like beauty itself into the air. I had to blink hard and concentrate to see them for what they truly were. Galen pulled back against my hand, stopping all of us just short of that rainbow cloud.
Galen’s reaction made me remember another time when I’d seen such a cloud of the demi-fey. Galen had been chained to the rock outside the throne room. His body was almost lost to sight under the slowly fanning wings of the demi-fey. They looked like butterflies on the edge of a puddle, sipping liquid, wings moving slowly to the rhythm of their feeding. But they weren’t sipping water, they were drinking his blood. Galen had shrieked long and loud, his body arching against the chains. The movement dislodged some of the demi-fey, and I glimpsed why he was screaming. His groin was a bloody mess. They were taking flesh as well as blood.Galen’s hand tightened painfully around mine. I looked up at him now, and found his eyes a little too wide, his lips half-parted. I knew now why Cel had bargained with the demi-fey to try to ruin Galen’s manhood. At the time it had simply seemed like another of his cruelties.
The kaleidoscope of butterflies and moths parted curtain-like, and Queen Niceven hovered in midair on large pale wings like some ghostly luna moth. Her dress sparkled silver; the diamonds in her crown were so bright in the light that the dazzle of it obscured her narrow features. I knew what she looked like because I’d seen her thin, near skeletal beauty before. Though only the size of a Barbie doll, she was thin enough for Hollywood. Looking at her all asparkle and pale white, I understood why people had thought the fey were spirits of the dead or angels. She looked like both and neither. Too solid to be a ghost, too insect-like to be an angel.
If Galen hadn’t been clinging to my hand I would have moved forward to speak with her, one royal to another, but I couldn’t ask him to go closer to that pretty, bloodthirsty cloud. Doyle saw my dilemma, and went forward, to bow before her. “Queen Niceven, to what do we owe this honor?”
“Pretty words, Darkness,” she said, and her voice was like evil, tinkling bells, “but a little late, don’t you think?”
“A little late for what, Queen Niceven?” he asked in his polite, empty court voice. The voice that he used when he didn’t know what political storm he had fallen into.
“For courtesy, Darkness, for courtesy.” She flew a little higher so she could see me better over Doyle’s tall form. “Now I am not even good enough for the princess to address me directly.”
I called to her, as Galen’s hand convulsed around mine. “You know full well why Galen doesn’t want to come closer to you and your kin.”
“And are you attached to your green knight? Are you one with him in flesh, so that you cannot come closer without him coming, as well?” She’d moved her head to one side, and I could see her pale eyes now. She wasn’t even trying to hide how angry she was. I’d seen her crown a thousand times, and never seen the jewels catch the light so brilliantly. Only then did I realize that the light in the hallway was brighter than normal, closer to the brightness of electric lights.
“See, she pays no attention to us. The roof of the hall holds more interest for her than my court.”
I blinked and looked back to the flying queen. “My apologies, Queen Niceven, the brilliance of your crown quite dazzled me. I have seen your beauty many times, but it has never been so eye-catching as tonight. It made me realize that the light in this hallway is finally bright enough to do you and your finery the justice it deserves.” 
“Pretty words, Princess Meredith, but empty ones. Flattery will not wipe away the insult you have laid against me and my court.”
I had no idea what she was talking about. Was I so tired that I had forgotten something important? For I was tired, an aching tiredness that comes after being up too long, or after too many things happen in too short a space of time. I had no idea what time it was. There were no clocks in faerie. Once it had been because time moved differently here than outside. Now there were no clocks allowed because they would work. Just another reminder that faerie wasn’t what it used to be.
“What insult has been done to your court?” Doyle asked.
“No, Darkness, she did the insulting, let her do the asking.” Her wings looked like some great moth, but they did not move like moth wings, not when she was angry. They blurred and buzzed as she flew past Doyle to hover in front of me.