"Come, Ms. Nelson, confess, which one?"
She swallowed hard enough that I heard it. "Both," she whispered.
"We will charge you and these two guards with undue magical influence in a legal proceeding, Princess Meredith," Cortez said.
"I agree," Shelby said.
"Neither I, nor Frost and Doyle, are doing this on purpose."
"We are not stupid." Shelby said. "Glamour is an active magic, not a passive one."
"Most glamour, yes, but not all," I said. I looked down the table at Veducci. They'd put him farthest from the center of the table, as if being from St. Louis made him less. Or maybe I was just overly sensitive for my hometown.
"Did you know," Veducci said, "that when you see the Queen of England, they call it being in the presence? I've never met Queen Elizabeth, and I'm not likely to, so I don't know how it works for her. I've never spoken to a human queen. But the phrase 'in the presence,' to be in the presence of the queen, means more when it's the queen of the Unseelie Court. To be in the presence of the king of the Seelie Court is also a treat."
"What does that mean?" Cortez asked. "A treat?"
"It means, gentleman, and ladies, that being king or queen in faerie gives you an unconscious aura of power, of attractiveness. You live in L. A. You see that it works in lesser ways for major stars, or politicians. Power seems to breed power. Dealing with the faerie courts has made me believe that even us poor humans do [it]. To be around the powerful, rich, beautiful, talented, whatever, it isn't just human nature to suck up. I think it's glamour. I think that success of a certain level has a glamour to it, and you attract people to you. They want to be around you. They listen to you more. They do what you say more. Humans have a shadow of real glamour; now think about someone who is the most powerful figure in faerie. Think about the level of power surrounding them."
"Ambassador Stevens," Shelby said, "shouldn't you have been the one who warned us about this effect?"
Stevens smoothed his tie, played with the Rolex watch Taranis had given him as a present. "King Taranis is a powerful figure with centuries of rulership. He does have a certain nobility that is impressive. I have not found Queen Andais as impressive."
"Because you only talk to her from a distance, over the mirrors, with King Taranis by your side," Veducci said.
I was impressed that Veducci knew that, because it was absolutely true.
"You're the ambassador to faerie," Shelby said, "not just to the Seelie Court."
"I am the United States Ambassador to the courts of faerie, yes."
"But you never step foot into the Unseelie Court?" Shelby asked.
"Uh," Stevens said, running his fingers over and over the watchband, "I find Queen Andais a little less than cooperative."
"What does that mean?" Shelby said.
I watched him play with the watch, and a tiny bit of concentration showed that there was magic on it, or in it. I answered for him, "It means he thinks the Unseelie Court is full of perversion and monsters."
They were all looking at him now. If it had been purposeful glamour on our part, they wouldn't have. "Is that true, Ambassador?" Shelby asked.
"I would never say such a thing."
"But he believes it," I said, softly.
"We'll all make a note of this, and make sure the proper authorities know of your gross dereliction of your duties," Shelby said.
"I am loyal to King Taranis and his court. It is not my fault that Queen Andais is a sexual sadist, and quite mad. She and her people are dangerous. I have said so, for years, and no one has listened to me. Now we have these charges, proving what I have been saying."
"So you told your superiors that you feared the queen's guard would rape someone?" Veducci asked.
"Well, I, no, not exactly."
"What did you tell them?" Shelby asked.
"I told them the truth, that I feared for my safety at the Unseelie Court, and that I would not be comfortable there without an armed escort." Stevens stood up, very tall, very certain of himself. He pointed at Frost and Doyle. "Look at them, they are frightening. The potential in them to do carnage, why, it just radiates off of them."
"You keep touching your watch," I said.
"What?" He blinked at me.
"Your watch. King Taranis gave it to you, didn't he?" I asked.
"You accepted a Rolex watch from the king?" Cortez made it a question. He sounded outraged, but not at us.
Stevens swallowed, and shook his head. "Of course not. That would be totally inappropriate."
"I saw him give it to you, Ambassador," I said.