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Beer sloshed all over the cloak, and I froze; Mika stiffened beside me. It must have looked strange to the drunken dwarf. Beer flying through the air, landing on nothing, and sliding down nothing, then dripping onto the stone floor. From the edges of nothing.

I held my breath as the dwarf stared at me and struggled to focus on what he thought he saw. Maybe he tried too hard, because eventually both eyes moved inward and he ended up cross-eyed. Then he shuddered, closed his pretzeled eyes and fell over at my feet.

Beer coma.

I snapped my gaze to Mika and gave an urgent nod toward a door just to the right of the stage. "Now," I mouthed, not wanting to risk even a whisper. At the opposite end of the room, two large doorways marked a pair of exits. We made a beeline for the nearest one.

Almost there.

While stumbling through the raucous crowd, we stepped on each other's toes too many times for comfort. I struggled to breathe, because it felt like the crowd was beginning to close in on us. Our pathway narrowed more and more, the closer we got to the other side of the room.

We swerved, avoided a chubby, grog-bearing maid and stepped over another dwarf, who sprawled across the aisle, eyes rolling into the back of his head. These guys certainly had no idea of the concept of self-control.

A few yards from the exit, we squeezed behind a slouching dwarf who stood too close to the wall. The cloak brushed against the back of his hand, and I froze, not daring to even blink. The dwarf grunted, shrugged and scratched at his hand. Good thing he had eyes and ears only for the singing woman.

The song lasted long enough for Mika and me to sneak past the stage toward the doorway, our sanity and lives barely intact.

Just as we made it to the exit, another dwarf trotted across the threshold into the room, heading straight for me, about two seconds away from slamming right into me.

I was too stunned to move. And in that moment I knew this was it.

We were done for.





Chapter 28




Shock froze me in place for almost too long. At what seemed like the very last second, I spun around toward Mika, out of the way of the oncoming tapestry-garbed dwarf. The movement created a sudden rush of air, an invisible breeze that ruffled the coarse hairs of the dwarf's unruly eyebrows but went largely unnoticed by their owner.

His attention remained fixed on the singer. Not her voice, just the girl herself. My heart thumped. What was in store for her now? The guard barreled to the stage, gesturing wildly until the music squeaked and ground to a stop.

Grumbles and shouts rose from the more strident of the girl's fans within the discontented audience. The redheaded guard loped onto the stage and tugged the girl toward him, shackles clinking in his fist. A strange hush fell upon the crowd at the sight of the shackles, and Red shook them again, facing the sea of silent faces.

The dwarf's voice traveled toward us. "Shut up, all of you. One more sound and she gets the shackles." He laughed, enjoying the discomfort of the audience and the terror in the girl's eyes. "Come, girl. She wants you. Now."

I tugged at Mika's sleeve. "We'd better get out of here before he comes our way." We slipped out of the hall into another identical torch-lit stone passageway, unsure which way to go.

The burly guard came up close behind us, dragging the silent girl with him. His thick, pudgy fingers dug deep into her arm, but she paid no attention to his grip or the pain he surely caused her. Sarah just stared ahead, wisps of oily brown hair hanging limp around her face, her eyes free from the added burden of hope.

Mika and I plastered ourselves against the wall just in time. The guard walked past, his arm brushing against the cloak's silky fabric.

The guard flinched and stopped, staring hard at his hand, turning his arm over and over. He studied the empty air next to him intently, confusion dulling his already un-scintillating personality.

His? No, hers. I did a double take at the dwarf's face. Not a man! A dwarf woman. Very un-girly bushy eyebrows twitched, and then she spun away, not caring to waste time on strange and inexplicable things.

"Follow him. I mean, her," Mika whispered in my ear, grinning at me.

A moment later my amusement died when the captive girl spoke for the first time. "What does she want with me?" Each syllable fell emotionless from her mouth, her accent clipped, formal English. But her cool tones failed to mask the hopelessness in her eyes.

Her captor snarled, "She wants you to sing, little bird." Sarah flinched and hugged her spare frame with both her thin arms, as if they would be sufficient protection. They weren't. "Come, we had better not keep her waiting. She is in a bad mood today. Best we just get on with it, then we can all avoid a lashing." The guard pulled the girl roughly by one elbow and walked on down the corridor.

I nudged Mika, who'd remained stiff beside me during the little discussion between the dwarf and her captive. At least now we knew how to find the queen. Things had just gotten much easier for us. All we had to do was follow.

While we shuffled along, I watched the wretched girl, her brown hair matted, her garments stained and worn out. Her accent was definitely not modern; it sounded more like the way people spoke in old Victorian movies. How long had she been imprisoned here? Had she ever tried to escape?

The girl let out a sigh, her hands dropping to her sides. The red bands at her wrists sent a shiver down my spine; the memory of the audience's reaction to the metal cuffs increased my repulsion. Were those hideously black shackles a form of torture or a punishment?

Mika tugged at my arm. It must have been my silence that tipped her off. When I glanced at her, she narrowed her eyes at me. "Do not even think of rescuing her," she hissed. "That is NOT our mission."

I didn't answer.

We followed the now-silent pair down the corridor. Just a few minutes and too many thunderous heartbeats later, we paused before an ornately carved doorway, which the dwarf pushed open slowly. She shoved Sarah into the room so hard that the frail girl stumbled, almost tripping over her bare feet.

The dwarf crossed the threshold and heaved the door closed with her shoulder. Just in time, I stopped its great stone bulk from totally shutting us out. With an ear to the opening, I listened. The guard grunted, fabric rustled and her muffled footsteps thudded away farther into the room.

We waited a few seconds, hidden beneath the cloak, in case the dwarf returned to check why the door hadn't completely closed.

Nothing.

***

From somewhere inside the room, a guttural voice barked out an order, and at once the sound of plaintive singing filled the air. Mika and I slipped inside. The music masked the grate of stone on stone as we pushed the door open farther, only wide enough to let us squeeze through. We hugged the back wall until we stood a few feet from the doorway.

As it happened, we'd cleared the doorway just in time.

The great stone door swung wide open again behind us, sending us scurrying away a safe distance along the wall. A trio of women marched in, escorted by a second guard: two Huldra and an auburn-haired girl whose slim, pale face niggled at my mind. Her elegance and grace were only enhanced in comparison to the squat, chubby dwarf guards and the pair of shorter Huldra beside her. She held her head with a cool confidence despite her captivity.

I turned to Mika and raised a puzzled eyebrow.

"Elf," she whispered.

So humans weren't the only ones being held captive in Swartelfheim. My gut burned. I wanted to grab that awful queen by her neck and twist the life out of her with my bare hands, but I tamped down my anger and tried to concentrate.

Guided by the two stony-faced, tapestry-garbed guards, the little band of women proceeded into the room until they reached a bed occupied by a dark and shadowed figure. The bed was magnificent: an ornately carved four-poster made entirely of gold and studded with thousands of winking and glittering gems. Stunning. Gold net curtains hung around the bed, tied to the four posts with ribbons of silky red. The blood-red bedspread, garish in color and statement, clashed terribly with the beauty of the four-poster itself.

But the occupant of the bed simply blew my mind away. She lay on her side, propped up by stacks of silk and embroidered pillows, a silver platter of fruits keeping her mouth occupied. Her eyes seemed too large, bulging from her small face. Her skin, dark as ebony, made me think of ancient leather. My eyes lingered on her face, held there by a revulsion that was so unlike me. Had Thor's dislike of the woman rubbed off on me? Or was she just the ugliest creature I'd ever seen in my life? Even Bal the Surt looked handsome next to this creature. And from what I'd heard so far, it seemed her heart was no lovelier than her face.

Two things stuck out: the multitude of black tattoos that patterned the skin on her face and neck, and her bald head, which gleamed in the yellow light of the many lanterns dotting the room.

I blinked, swallowed, couldn’t bear to look at her anymore. Turning my attention to the room and its opulence, I studied the rich tapestries hung on the walls; handmade Persian carpets, like the one my father had in his study, decorated the floor. The fragrance of incense wafted toward us. Music, drifting across the room from a harpist and violinist from the far corner, accompanied the lonely singer. Both musicians bore the same lifeless expression as the other captives. Their manacles glinted as their wrists moved with the music.

And yet, despite the beauty, an air of darkness embraced the room. An insidious chill sucked the life out of the rich embroidery and deadened the deep red of the silken furnishings.