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"Nonsense. I find it charming. " Smiling, she swept her hand toward where Kaye stood among Silarial's attendants. "You must be parched for a taste of the changeless lands of your youth. ”
A willowy human in a simple blue shift stepped out of the line as if by some signal Kaye could not discern. The servant leaned into a copper bowl on the table as if she were bobbing for apples. Then, kneeling in front of Roiben, she bent backward and opened her mouth. The surface of the wine shimmered between her teeth.
Kaye was reminded suddenly and terribly of Janet drowning, of how her lips had been parted just like that, of how her mouth had looked filled with seawater. Kaye pressed her fingernails into her palms.
"Drink," said the Bright Lady, and her eyes were full of laughter.
Roiben knelt down and kissed the girl's mouth, cupping her head and tilting her so that he might swallow. "Decadent," he said, settling back onto the cushions. He looked amused and far too relaxed, his long limbs spread out as though he were in his own parlor. "Do you know what I really miss, though? Roasted dandelion tea. ”
Silarial petted the girl's hair before she sent her back to fetch a mouthful from another bowl. Kaye reminded herself not to stare, to look up only through her lashes, to keep her face carefully neutral. She dug her fingernails deeper into her skin.
"So tell me," said Silarial. "What conditions do you propose?”
"You must risk something if you wish me to risk everything. ”
"The Unseelie Court has no hope of winning a battle. You ought to take whatever I offer and be grateful for it. ”
"Nonetheless," Roiben said. "If I lose the duel against your champion, you will become sovereign of the Unseelie Court, and I will be dead. Quite a lot for me to wager against your offer of transient peace, but I do not ask for equal stakes. If I win, I only ask that you agree to make Ethine Queen in your place. ”
For a moment Kaye thought she saw Silarial's eyes shine with triumph. "Only? And if I don't agree?”
Roiben leaned back on the cushions. "Then war, winnable or no. ”
Silarial narrowed her eyes, but there was a smile at the corners of her mouth. "You have changed from the knight that I knew. “
He shook his head. "Do you recall my eagerness to prove myself to you? Pathetically grateful for even the smallest regard. How tedious you must have found me. ”
"I admit I find you more interesting now, bargaining for the salvation of those whom you despise. ”
Roiben laughed, and the sound of it—thick with self-loathing—chilled Kaye.
"But perhaps you despise me even more?" Silarial asked.
He looked down at the fingers of his left hand, watching them pluck at the onyx clasps of his other cuff. "I think of the way I longed for you, and it makes me sick. " He looked up at her. "But that doesn't mean I've stopped longing. I yearn for home. ”
Silarial shook her head. "You told Ethine you would never step down from being Lord of the Night Court. You would never reconsider your position. You would never serve me. Is that still true?”
"I won't be as I once was. " Roiben gestured to Kaye and to the other girls standing against the wall. "No matter what I long for. ”
"You have said that nothing about me tempts you," Silarial said. "What of it?”
He smiled. "I told Ethine to tell you that. I never said it. ”
"And is it so?”
He stood, walked the short distance to where Silarial reclined, and knelt before her. He lifted his hand to her cheek, and Kaye could see his hand tremble. "I am tempted," he said.
The Bright Queen leaned closer and pressed her mouth to his. The first kiss was short and careful and chaste, but the second was not. Roiben's hands cupped her skull and bent her back, kissing her like he wanted to break her in half. When he drew back from Silarial, her lip bled and her eyes were dark with desire.
Kaye's face flamed hot and she could feel her heartbeat even in her cheeks. It seemed to her that Roiben's hand's shaking as he reached for Silarial was worse than the kisses, worse than anything he had said or could say. She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone—desire so acute that it became despair.
Kaye forced herself to look at the dirt, to concentrate on the winding roots next to her slipper. She tried not to think about anything. She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.
A rustle of clothes made Kaye look up automatically, but it was only Silarial rising from her cushions. Roiben's eyes were wary.
"You must want me to agree to your terms very much," the Bright Queen said lightly, but her voice was unsteady. She brushed a strand of hair away from his face.
"Ethine would very probably give you back your crown were she to win it," Roiben replied.
"If you should defeat my champion . . . ," Silarial began, then paused, looking down at him. She brought one white hand to his cheek. "If you should defeat my champion, you will regret it. ”
He half smiled.
"But I will grant you your boon. Ethine will be Queen if you win. See that you do not win. " She walked to the bowls of liquids, and Kaye saw Silarial's face reflected in all their surfaces. "Of course, all this negotiating matters not at all if you will merely join me. Leave the court of those you detest. Together we can end this war today. You would be my consort—”
"No," he said. "I told you that I won't—”
"There is someone here with the means to convince you. ”
He stood suddenly, whirling toward the wall of servant girls. His gaze shifted across them and stopped on her. "Kaye. " His voice sounded anguished.
Kaye dropped her gaze to the ground, gritting her teeth.
"How did you guess?" Silarial asked.
Roiben walked to Kaye and put his hand on her arm. She jumped, shifting away from his touch. "I should have guessed sooner. Very clever to glamour her so thoroughly. ”
Kaye felt sick thinking of the way he'd kissed Silarial. She wanted to slap him. She wanted to spit in his face.
"But how did you choose her from among my other maidens?”
He took Kaye's hand and turned it over so that the Queen could see the reddened half-moons where Kaye's nails had dug into her flesh. "It was that, really. I don't know anyone else with that particular nervous habit. ”
Kaye looked up at him and saw only a strange human face reflected in his eyes.
She snatched her hand away, rubbing it against her skirt as if she could rub off his touch. "You're not supposed to see me until I can solve your stupid riddle. ”
"Yes, I deserve whatever scorn you heap on me," he said, voice soft. "But what are you doing here? It's not safe. ”
His lips were still kiss-reddened and it was hard not to concentrate on them. "This is where I belong, isn't it? This is where I came from. The other Kaye is home now, like she always should have been. With her mother, Ellen. ”
He looked momentarily furious. "What did Silarial make you promise for that?”
"It must suck to love her, since you don't trust her at all," Kaye said, tasting bile on her tongue.
There was a silence, in which he looked at her with a kind of terrible desperation, as though he wanted very much to speak, but could not find the words.
"It doesn't matter what he thinks of me or of you," Silarial said, coming close to where Kaye stood. Her words were soft, spoken with great care. "Use his name. End the war. ”
Kaye smiled. "I could, you know. I really, really could. ”
He looked very grave, but his voice was as soft as the Bright Queen's. "Will you rule over me, Kaye? Shall I bow to a new mistress and fear the lash of her tongue?”
Kaye said nothing. Her anger was a live thing inside of her, twisting in her gut. She wanted to hurt him, to humiliate him, to pay him back for everything she felt.
"What if I promise that I won't
use the name, won't even repeat it?" Silarial said. "He would be yours alone to command. Your toy. I would just advise you how to use him. ”
Kaye still said nothing. She was afraid of what would come out if she opened her mouth.
Roiben paled. "Kaye, I . . . " He closed his eyes. "Don’t," he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.
Silarial spoke so close to Kaye's ear that it made her shiver. "You must command him, you know. If not, I would threaten your mother, that human boy of yours, your changeling sister. You would be persuaded. Don't feel badly about giving in now. ”
"Say you won't repeat it," Kaye said. "Not just 'if I promise,' the real oath. ”
Silarial's voice was still a whisper. "I will not speak Roiben's true name. I will not bid him with it, nor will I repeat it to any other. ”
"Rath Roiben," Kaye said. He flinched and his hand went to the hilt at his belt, but it stayed there. His eyes remained shut. Rye. The word was poised on her lips. Rath Roiben Rye.
"Riven," Kaye finished. "Rath Roiben Riven, do as I command. ”
He looked up at her, quickly, eyes widening with hope.
She could feel her smile grow cruel. He'd better do what she said, right then. If he didn't, Silarial would know that Kaye had spoken the wrong name.
"Lick the Queen of the Seelie Court's hand, Rath Roiben Riven," she said. "Lick it like the dog you are. ”
He went down on one knee. He almost rose before he remembered himself and drew his tongue over Silarial's palm. Shame colored his face.
She laughed and wiped her hand against her gown. "Lovely. Now what else shall we make him do?”
Roiben looked up at Kaye.
She smirked.
"I deserve this," he whispered. "But, Kaye, I—”
"Tell him to be silent," said Silarial.
"Silence," Kaye said. She felt giddy with hate.
Roiben lowered his eyes and went quiet.
"Command him to pledge his loyalty to me, to be forever a servant of the Seelie Court. ”
Kaye sucked in her breath. That she would not do.
Roiben's face was grim.
Kaye shook her head, but her fury was replaced with fear. "I'm not done with him yet. ”
The Bright Queen frowned.
"Rath Roiben Riven," Kaye said, trying to think of some command she could give to stall for time. Trying to think of a way to twist Silarial's words or make some objection that the Bright Queen might believe. "I want you to—”
A scream tore through the air. Silarial took a few steps from them, distracted by the sound.
"Kaye—," Roiben said.
A group of faeries pushed their way under the canopy, Ethine among them. "My Lady," a boy said, then stopped as if stunned at the sight of the Lord of the Night Court on his knees. "There has been a death. Here. ”
"What?" The Queen glanced toward Roiben.
"The human—," one of them began.
"Corny!" Kaye yelled, pushing through the curtain of willow branches, forgetting Silarial, the commands, anything but Corny. She raced in the direction that others were going, ran toward where a crowd gathered and Talathain pointed a weird crossbow. At Cornelius.
The ground where he sat had withered in two circles around his hands, tiny violets turning brown and dry, toadstools rotting, the soil itself paling beneath his fingers. Beside Corny the body of Adair rested, a knife still in his hand, his neck and part of his face shriveled and dark. His dead eyes stared into the sunless sky.
Kaye stopped abruptly, so relieved that Corny was alive that she almost collapsed.
Luis stood nearby, his face pale. Her purple coat hung from his shoulders. "Kaye," he said.
"What happened?" she asked. Kneeling by the body, Kaye slipped Adair's knife up her sleeve, the hilt hidden by the loose cradle of her hand.
"Neil killed him," Luis said finally, his voice low. "The Seelie fey don't like to see death—especially not here, in their court. It offends them, makes them remember that even they will eventually—”
Corny laughed suddenly. "I bet he didn't see that coming. Not from me. ”
"We have to get out of here," Kaye said. "Corny! Get up!”
Corny looked up at her. He sounded strange, distant. "I don't think they're going to let me leave. ”
Kaye glanced at the gathering crowd of fey. Silarial stood by Talathain. Ethine watched as Roiben spoke with Ellebere and Ruddles. Some of the folk pointed at the body in disbelief, others ripped at their garments and wailed.
"You promised Corny would be safe," Kaye told the Queen. She was stalling for time.
"He is safe," said Silarial. "While one of my people lies dead. ”
"We're going. " Kaye walked away from Corny. Her hands were trembling and she could feel the sharp edge of the knife against her skin. Just a few more steps.
"Let them go," Roiben said to Silarial.
Talathain turned his crossbow toward Roiben. "Do not presume to command her. ”
Roiben laughed and drew out his sword, slowly, as if daring Talathain to fire. His eyes were full of rage, but he seemed relieved, as though the clarity of his hate pushed back his shame. "Come," he said. "Let us make another corpse between us two. ”
Talathain dropped the crossbow and reached for his own blade. "Long have I waited for this moment. ”
They circled each other as the folk moved back, giving them room.
"Let me fight him," said Dulcamara, dressed all in red, her hair in looping ropes stitched together with black thread.