A Lick of Frost mg-6

by Laurell K. Hamilton

  "I know what I hold in my hand, and in my body, Uncle."

  "You do not know the pleasures of the Seelie Court, Meredith. Much awaits you, if only you could know it." His voice was like the ringing of bells. It was almost music on the very air.

  Nelson started walking toward the mirror again. Her face was full of wonder. Whatever she saw was not real. I knew that now.

  "I have told the lawyers twice that you are bespelling them, Uncle, but whatever you are doing to them makes them forget that. You make them forget the truth, Uncle."

  The men in the room seemed to take a deep collective breath. "I have missed something," Biggs said.

  "We all have," Veducci said. He went to Nelson, who was standing in front of the mirror, staring up as if the wonders of the universe were in that glass. He touched her shoulder, but she didn't react. She just kept gazing up at the king.

  Veducci called back, "Cortez, help me with her."

  Cortez looked like he'd been asleep, and had woken up somewhere else. "What the hell is going on?" he asked.

  "King Taranis is using magic against us all."

  "I thought the metal would protect us," Shelby said.

  "He is the king of the Seelie Court," Veducci said. "Even the things I'm carrying aren't enough protection. I don't think a few office supplies are going to cut it today." He put a hand on each of the woman's shoulders and started pulling her back from the mirror. He called back over his shoulder, "Cortez, concentrate, help me with your assistant." He yelled it, and the shouting seemed to startle Cortez. He started forward, still looking startled, but he moved. He did what Veducci asked.

  The two of them drew Nelson back from the mirror. She didn't fight them, but her face stayed upturned to Taranis's form as he sat above us all. That was interesting. I hadn't realized before that something about the mirror's perspective put him slightly higher than us. Of course, he was on his throne in the actual throne room. He was on a dais. He was, literally, looking down on us. The fact that I had only now realized that told me clearly that whatever spell he was throwing at me was having some effect. I was at the very least not noticing the obvious.

  "You are breaking human law," Doyle said, "by using magic against them."

  "I will not speak to the monsters of the queen's guard."

  "Then speak to me, Uncle," I said. "You are breaking the law by the magic you are casting. You must stop it, or this interview is over."

  "I swear by any oath you choose," Taranis said, "that I am not deliberately using magic on any full-blooded human in this room."

  It was a pretty bit of lying, so close to the truth that it wasn't a lie at all. I laughed. Frost and Abe started, as if the sound hadn't been what they had expected. "Oh, Uncle, will you also take any oath of my choosing that you are not trying to bespell me?"

  He gave me every ounce of that handsome, manly face, but the beard sort of ruined it for me. I wasn't a fan of facial hair, but that could be because I grew up at Andais's court. For whatever reason, the queen's wish that her men not have beards and such had become a reality. Most of them couldn't have grown a good beard if they'd wanted to. Sometimes the queen's wish becomes reality in faerie, I'd seen the truth of that old saying in faerie for myself. I could police my words aloud, but when my very thoughts could become real, that had been terrifying. I was glad to be out of faerie and back to a more solid reality, where I could think what I liked and not have to worry about it becoming real.

  I thought my own thoughts while Taranis pushed at me with his face, his eyes, the fantastic color of his hair. He pushed the spell he'd conjured at me. It was like a weight on the air, a thickness on my tongue, as if the very air was trying to become what he willed it. He was in faerie, and perhaps there, at his court, it would have worked exactly like that. Whatever he wanted from me, I might have been forced to give him. But I was in Los Angeles, not in faerie, and I was very glad to be here. Glad, to be surrounded by man-made steel, concrete, and glass. There were fey who would have suffered illness simply by stepping into such a building. My human blood let me be unaffected. My men were sidhe, and that was also sterner stuff.

  "Meredith, Meredith, come to me." He actually held his hand out to me, as if he would reach through the mirror and fetch me. Some of the sidhe could do just that. I didn't think Taranis was one of them.

  Doyle stood, wrapping one hand around mine, but standing feet apart, free hand loose at his side. I knew that stance. He was giving himself room to draw a weapon. It would almost have to be a gun because I had the hand he would have needed for the sword at his side.

  Frost moved a little farther from the back of my chair, his hand still loosely on my shoulder. I didn't have to look at him to know that he was doing his own version of Doyle's preparations.

  Galen stood up, which broke his contact with me. Taranis was suddenly edged with golden light. His eyes glowed with all the heat of green growing things. I started to rise from my chair. Rhys's hand pressed me down so that I couldn't move.

  Doyle said, "Galen."

  Galen went back to one knee, so he could touch my leg. The touch was enough. The glow faded, and the compulsion to stand faded. "This is a problem," I said.

  Abe leaned against my other arm, causing his long striped hair to pool around the chair. He laughed, that warm masculine sound. "Merry, Merry, you need more men. It seems to be a theme with you."

  I smiled, because he was too right.

  "They would never arrive in time," Frost said.

  I called out, "Biggs, Veducci, Shelby, Cortez, all of you."

  Cortez had to stay with Nelson to keep her in her chair so she didn't go to the mirror, but the rest came to me.

  "Meredith," Taranis said, "what are you doing?"

  "Getting help," I said.

  Doyle motioned the men to stand between us and the mirror. They formed a wall of suits and bodies. It helped. What in Danu's name was the spell? I knew better than to invoke the name of the Goddess, I really did. But I had had a lifetime of saying it, like a human who says, "What in the name of God." You don't really expect God to answer, do you?

  The room smelled of wild roses. A wind eased through the room as if someone had opened a window, though I knew no one had.

  "Merry, cool it," Rhys said, softly.

  I knew what he meant. We had managed to keep some secrets from Taranis about just how active the Goddess was being for me. In faerie this was the beginning of full manifestation. If the Goddess—even a shadow of her—appeared in this room, Taranis would know. He would know that he needed to fear me. We weren't ready for that, not yet.

  I prayed silently, "Goddess, please, save your power for later. Do you not give our secret away to this man."

  The smell of flowers grew stronger for a moment, but the wind began to die down. Then the smell began to fade like expensive perfume when the wearer leaves the room. I felt a tension go out of the men around me. The humans simply looked puzzled. "Your perfume is amazing, Princess," Biggs said. "What is it?"

  "We'll talk about cosmetics later, Mr. Biggs," I said.

  He looked embarrassed. "Of course. I am sorry. There is something about you people that just makes a poor lawyer forget himself." His words could be terribly true. I was hoping that no one in this room discovered just how true they could be.

  "King of the Seelie Court, you insult me, and my court, and through me, my queen," I said.

  "Meredith." his voice breathed through the room and caressed my skin, as if it had fingers.

  Nelson whimpered.

  "Stop it!" I yelled, and there was an echo of power to my voice. "If you do not cease trying to bespell me, I will have this mirror blanked, and there will be no more talks."

  "They attacked a woman of my court. They must be given over to us for punishment."

  "Give us proof of the crimes, Uncle."

  "The word of a Seelie noble is proof enough," he said, and now his voice didn't sound seductive. It sounded angry.

  "But the word of an Unse
elie noble is worth nothing, is that it?" I asked.

  "Our histories speak for themselves," he said.

  I wished I could have afforded to have the lawyers to move so that I could see Taranis, but I did not dare. With him blocked from my sight I could think. I could be angry.

  "Then you call me a liar. Is that it, Uncle?"

  "Not you, Meredith, never you."

  "One of the men you accuse was with me when the Lady Caitrin claims he was raping. He could not have been with her, and with me, at the same time. She lies, or she believes someone else's lie."

  Doyle's hand tensed in mine. He was right. I'd said too much. Dammit, but these word games were hard. So many secrets to keep track of, and so hard to decide who knew what, and when to tell anyone anything.

  "Meredith," he said, his voice pushing against me again, almost like a touch, "Meredith, come to me, to us."

  Nelson made a sound like a soft scream. Cortez said, "I can't hold her!"

  Shelby went to help him and I could suddenly see the mirror.

  I could see the tall, imposing figure. The sight was enough to add weight to his words, so it was like a push. "Meredith, come to me."

  He held his hand out to me, and I knew I should take his hand, knew it.

  The hands and bodies of my men pressed on my shoulders, arms, and legs, keeping me in my chair. I hadn't meant to, but I must have tried to rise. I don't think I would have gone to Taranis, but… but… It was good that I had hands to hold me down.

  Nelson was screaming, "He's so beautiful, so beautiful! I have to go to him! I have to go to him!"

  The woman's struggles sent Cortez and Shelby crashing to the floor with her.

  "Security." Doyle's deep voice seemed to cut through the hysteria.

  "What?" Biggs said, blinking too rapidly.

  "Call security," Doyle said. "Send for help."

  Biggs nodded, again too rapidly, but he walked to the telephone on his desk.

  Taranis's voice came like something shining and hard, as if words could be stones thrown against your skin. "Mr. Biggs, look upon me."

  Biggs hesitated, his hand hovering over the phone.

  "Keep her in her seat," Doyle said, then he let me go to walk toward Biggs.

  "He is a monster, Biggs," Taranis said. "Do not let him touch you."

  Biggs turned wide-eyed and stared at Doyle. He backed away, hands up as if to ward off a blow. "Oh, my God," he whispered. Whatever he saw when he looked at my handsome captain was not what was there.

  Veducci turned around from where he still stood in front of me. He took something from his pants pocket and threw it at the mirror. Dust and bits of herbs hit the surface, but they stuck to the glass as if it were water. The dry bits floated there, making small ripples on the supposedly solid surface. In that moment I knew two things. One, that Taranis could make the mirror a mode of travel between one place and another, an ability most had lost. Two, that he had truly meant "come to me." If I had gone to the mirror he could have pulled me through. Goddess help us.

  Biggs seemed to wake from the spell, and grabbed the phone like he had a purpose.

  "They are monsters, Meredith," Taranis said. "They cannot bear the touch of sunlight. How can anything that hides in the dark be ought but evil?"

  I shook my head. "Your voice is only words now, Uncle. My men stand in sunlight, straight and proud."

  The men in question looked at the king, except for Galen, who looked at me. It was a questioning look; was I better now? I nodded for him, shared with him a smile I'd been giving him since I was fourteen.

  Taranis bellowed, "No, you will not bed the green man, and bring life to the darkness. The Goddess has touched you, and we are the people of the Goddess."

  I fought to keep my face blank, because that last comment could mean so many things. Did he already know that the chalice of the Goddess had come to me? Or had rumor planted something else in his head?

  The scent of roses was back. Galen whispered, "I smell apple blossoms." Each of the men smelled the scent they had smelled when the Goddess had manifested for them. She was not just one goddess, but many. She was the face of all that was female. Not merely a rose, but all that grew upon the earth was in her scent.

  Doyle came back toward us. "Is this wise, Meredith?"

  "I don't know." But I stood, and they let their hands fall away from me. I stood in front of my uncle alone, with the men lined around me. The lawyers had moved back, frowning, puzzled, except for Veducci, who seemed to understand a great deal more than he should have.

  "We are all people of the Goddess, Uncle," I said.

  "The Unseelie are the dark god's children."

  "There is no dark god among us," I said. "We are not Christians to people our underworld with terrors. We are children of the earth and sky. We are nature itself. There is no evil in us, only differences."

  "They have filled your head with lies," he said.

  "Truth is truth, whether in sunlight or darkest night. You cannot hide from the truth forever, Uncle."

  "Where is the ambassador? He will search their bodies and find the horrors that the lady said were there."

  There was a wind in the room now, a gentle breeze that held that first warmth of spring. The scent of plants was mingling so that I could smell Galen's apple blossoms, Doyle's scent of autumn oak leaves and deep forest, and Rhys's sweet, cloying lily of the valley. Frost's was a taste like flavored ice, and Abe's was honeyed mead. The scents and tastes combined with the scent of wild roses.

  "I smell flowers," Nelson said, her voice uncertain.

  "What do you smell, Uncle?" I asked.

  "I smell nothing but the corruption that stands behind you. Where is Ambassador Stevens?"

  "He is being tended by a human wizard by now. They will cleanse him of the spell you placed upon him."

  "More lies," he said, but there was something in his face that belied the strength of his protests.

  "I have bedded these men. I know that their bodies hold no horrors."

  "You are part human, Meredith. They have bewitched you."

  The wind grew, and pushed at the surface of the mirror, with its bits of floating herbs, like wind on water. I watched the glass ripple. "What do you smell, Uncle?"

  "I smell nothing but the stench of Unseelie magic." His voice was ugly with anger, and something else. I realized in that moment that Taranis was mad. I'd thought all his crimes had been arrogance, but looking into his face, my skin ran cold, even with the Goddess's touch. Taranis, King of the Seelie Court, was mad. It was there in his eyes, as if a curtain of sanity had lifted and you couldn't miss it. There was something broken in his mind. Consort help us.

  "You are not yourself, Your Majesty," Doyle said softly in his deep voice.

  "You are the Dark, and I am the Light." Taranis raised his right hand, palm outward. I felt my guards move forward, toward me. They piled on top of me, pressed me to the floor, protecting me with their bodies. I felt heat, even through the flesh that protected me. I heard a noises, then Nelson was screaming, and the lawyers were yelling. I spoke from the bottom of the pile with Galen pressed tightly against me. "What is it? What's happened?"

  More male voices from the far door. Security had arrived, but what good were guns when someone could turn light itself into a weapon? Could you shoot through the mirror and hit anything on the other side? You could shoot out the mirror, but the bullet should stop at the glass. Taranis could hurt us. Could we hurt him?

  Other voices seemed to be coming from in front of us, from the mirror. I tried to peer around Galen's arm, and the spill of Abe's long hair, but I was trapped in the dimness of their bodies, with the feel of more weight atop me, so that I was trapped and useless until the fight was over. I knew better than to order them off of me. If they thought it was safe, they'd move, and get me out of the room. Until that moment they were offering their lives to shield mine. Once I'd been relieved to know that. Now some of them were as precious to me as my own life. I had to
know what was happening.

  "Galen, what is happening?"

  "I've got two layers of hair in front of me. I'm as blind as you are," he said.

  Abe answered me. "Taranis's guard is trying to calm him."

  "Why did Nelson scream?" I asked. My voice was squeezed a little from the weight of everyone atop me.

  I heard Frost's voice yelling, "Get her out!"

  I felt the movement before Galen grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. Abe had my other arm, and they were running for the far door. Running so fast they simply carried me between them.

  Taranis screamed behind me, "Meredith, Meredith, no, they won't steal you from me!"

  Light, golden-bright burning light, haloed behind us. The heat hit our backs first. I recognized Rhys's voice, yelling. I heard running behind us, but I knew that they would be too late. Unlike the movies, you can't outrun light. Not even the sidhe are that fast.

  CHAPTER 5

  ABE STUMBLED BESIDE ME, ALMOST JERKED ME DOWN, BUT Galen swung me in his arms and sprinted for the door. He moved in a blur of speed that left the room in streamers of color. It was almost as if he didn't so much open the door and go through it but was moving so quickly that the door wasn't solid enough to stop us. I wasn't sure if the door opened or not, but we were on the other side of it. He turned me in his arms, so that he was carrying me like a child, or a bride on her wedding night. He moved down the hallway at a quick trot, away from the door and the sound of battle inside.

  I could order Galen around more than most of the guard. I thought about ordering him to stop, but I wasn't certain what was happening. What if stopping was the wrong thing to do? What if the men I loved had given their lives to save me, and my stopping here would make that sacrifice worthless? It was one of those moments when I would have given almost anything not to be princess. There were too many decisions, too many moments like this, where, lose or win, I would still lose.

  He put me down, but kept my hand, as if he knew I might go back. He'd pressed the button to call the elevator. I heard the machinery behind the doors whirring. I couldn't leave. I knew in that instant that when the doors opened, I wouldn't get on. I couldn't leave them. I couldn't leave them not knowing who was hurt, and how badly.