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fluttered, struggling to escape your skin.
I looked down at where she touched, hoping she wouldn t go lower. She didn t
like me, but she might touch my intimate parts because she knew I loathed her.
Sex and hatred always mixed well for my aunt.
My guards told me that it would become like a tattoo.
Did they tell you what it was?
A mark of power.
She shook her head. The others have the outline of a creature, or an image,
but your moth looks real. It is more like a photograph imprinted on your skin.
That is not something that Abeloec s magic can give you. This she pressed
hard against my stomach means you can mark others. It means that those you
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mark are lesser powers flocking to the warmth of your fire. She curled her
arm around my waist, and pressed my body against the black robe of hers. She
whispered against my ear, The men don t like this, no, they don t. They don t
like me touching you, not one& she licked the edge of my ear, little&
she licked down the curve of my neck, bit. She bit me, hard and sudden, not
to draw blood, but to make me jerk.
She drew her head up and said quietly, I thought you liked pain, Meredith.
Not straight out of the box, no.
That s not what I heard. She let me go and walked around the group of us.
Where are all the other men who vanished from the bedroom with you?
The garden has taken them, Doyle said.
Taken them, how?
Taken them into tree and flower and ground, he said, not meeting her eyes.
As Amatheon rose from the dirt, will they return to us, or was their death
the price for this miracle?
She whispered it, but her voice seemed to echo.
We don t know, Doyle said.
A bird began to sing again. A high, trilling cascade of music fell from the
sky, dancing over us. And as if sound could be touch, it wrapped us around in
something beautiful, something just out of sight. It seemed a reminder that
the dawn would come and death would not be forever. It was the sound of hope
that comes each spring to let you know that winter will not last, and the land
is not dead.
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I could not help but smile. Mistral and Abe raised their faces upward, as if
turning gratefully into a spill of warm sunshine.
Andais began to back away as the last sweet note fell upon the air. She backed
toward the part of the wall that still held darkness, as if the magic s return
could not touch it. You will make of theUnseelie
Court a pale imitation of the golden court that your uncle rules, Meredith.
You will fill the darkness that is our purpose with light and music, and we
will die as a people.
Once there were many courts, Abeloec said, some dark, some light, but all
faerie. We did not divide ourselves into good and bad as the Christians do for
their religion. We were everything at once, as we were meant to be.
Andais did not bother to respond. Instead she simply said, You have brought
life to the dead gardens. I
will not try to pixie on my promise. Come to the Hallway of Mortality and save
Nerys s people if you can. Bring that bright Seelie magic into the other heart
of theUnseelie Court and see how long it survives.
With that she was gone.
We waited for a few heartbeats; then Mistral and Abe stood, mud coating their
lower legs. No voice from the dark told them to get back on their knees. I let
out a breath I hadn t realized I was holding.
What did she mean when she said that our court has two hearts? I asked.
Abe answered, Once every faerie mound had a garden or forest or lake at its
heart. But every court also had another heart of power one that would reflect
the kind of magic the court specialized in.
You have brought one heart back to life, Mistral said, but I am not certain
it is wise to reawaken the other.
The hallway is a torture chamber, where most magic does not work. It s a null
place, I said.
But once, Meredith, it was more.
I looked at the men. More how?
Things that were older than faerie, older than us, were imprisoned there.
Remnants of power from the peoples we had defeated.
I m not sure I understand, Mistral.
He looked at Doyle. Help me explain this.
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Once there were creatures in the Hallway of Mortality that could bring true
death to even the sidhe.
They were kept there to serve as methods of execution, or torture, or simply
the threat of those things.
The queen did not care for them because, as you well know, she likes to do her
own torturing. Watching some other being tear us limb from limb was not halfso
amusing to her as doing it herself.
And we healed better if she did it, Rhys said.
Doyle nodded. Yes, she could torture us longer and more often if the things
did not help.
What kind of things? I asked. I didn t like how serious they d gotten.
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Terrible things.A glimpse of them would drive a mortal mad, he said.
How long ago did these things vanish from the sithen?
A thousand years, maybe more, he said.
The forests haven t been goneso long as that, I said.
No, not quite that long.
Why are you all so worried?
Because if you, or the Goddess s power through you, can bring this about,
Abe said, motioning at the ever-expanding forest, then we must prepare for
the fact that the second heart of our court can come back to full life, as
well.
Perhaps Merry is too Seelie to bring back such horrors? Mistral said, almost
hopefully.
Her two hands of power are flesh and blood, Doyle said. Those are not
Seelie magicks.
I came to the princess for aid for Nerys s people, but I would not risk her
now, not for a house full of traitors, said Mistral.
If we save them, they won t be traitors, I said.
They still believe that your mortality is contagious, Rhys said. They still
think that if you sit on the throne, we will all begin to age and die.
Do you think that Nerys s court still has enoughhonor to realize that I m
trying to ensure that their rulers sacrifice wasn t for nothing? Nerys gave
her life so her house would not die, and I want that to mean something.
The men seemed to think about it for a moment. Finally Doyle said, They have
honor, but I do not know if they have gratitude.
CHAPTER 9
DEITY MAGIC BROUGHT US HERE, RHYS SAID, BUT HOW DO WEgetout? There s no door
anymore to the dead gardens.
Meredith, Frost said.
I looked at him.
Ask the sithen to give us a door leading out of here.
Do you think it will be that easy? Rhys said.
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If the sithen wishes Merry to save Nerys s people, yes, said Frost.
And if it doesn t wish themsaved, or if it doesn t care?
Frost shrugged. If you have a better suggestion, I am listening.
Rhys spread his hands as if to say no.
I looked out at the dark wall and said, I need a door that leads out of
here.
The darkness grew less, and a door a large golden door appeared in the cave
wall. I almost said, Thank you, but some of the older magicks don t like to be
thanked they take insult from it. I
swallowed, and whispered, It s a lovely door.
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