Skin Game
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Two
My brother and I had built the Whatsup Dock down at the shore at one of Demonreachs three little beaches, the one nearest the opening in the stone reefs surrounding the island. There had been a town on the hillside up above the beach maybe a century before, but it had been abandoned after its residents had apparently been driven slowly bonkers by all the dark energy around the hideous things imprisoned below the island.
The ruins of the town were still there, half swallowed by the forest, a corpse being slowly devoured by fungus and moss. I sometimes wondered how long I could stay on the damned island before I was bonkers, too.
There was an expensive motored yacht tied to the dock, as out of place as a Ferrari in a cattle yard, white with a lot of frosty blue chrome. There were a couple of hands in sight, and they werent dressed in sailing clothes so much as they were in sailing costumes. The creases were too straight, the clothes too clean, the fit too perfect. Watching them move, I had no doubt they were carrying weapons, and practiced in killing. They were Sidhe, the lords of Faerie, tall and beautiful and dangerous. They didnt impress me.
Mostly because they werent nearly as pretty or dangerous as the woman standing at the very end of my dock, the tips of her expensive shoes half an inch from Demonreachs shore. When theres a Great White Shark in the water with you, its tough to be worried about a couple of barracuda swimming along behind her.
Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, was wearing a tailored business suit somewhere between the color of smeared charcoal on newsprint and frozen periwinkles. The blouse beneath was snow-white, like her hair, which was bound up in an elaborate do that belonged in the forties. Opals flashed on her ears and at her throat, deep colors of green and blue, matching the shifting hues of her cold, flat eyes. She was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.
I came down the old stone steps in the hillside to the dock, and stopped an arms length away from Mab. I didnt bow to her, but I inclined my head formally. There were other Sidhe there, on the boat, witnessing the meeting, and I had worked out a while ago that though I was no danger to Mabs pride, she would not tolerate disrespect to her office. I was pretty sure that if the Winter Knight openly defied her in front of her Court, it would basically be a declaration of war, and despite what I now knew about the island, I wanted nothing of the sort with Mab.
My Queen, I said pleasantly. Hows tricks?
Functioning flawlessly, my Knight, she replied. As ever. Get on the boat.
Why? I asked.
Her mouth turned down into a slight frown, but it was belied by the sudden pleased light in her eyes.
Im predictable, arent I? I asked her.
In many ways, she replied. Shall I answer you literally?
Id like that.
Mab nodded. Then she leaned forward, very slightly, her eyes growing deep, and said in a voice colder and harder than frozen stone, Because I told you to do so.
I swallowed, and my stomach did this little roller-coaster number on me. What happens if I wont? I asked.
You have already made clear to me that you will resist me if I attempt to compel you directly to obey my commands, Mab said. Such a thing would render you useless to me, and for the moment, I would find it inconvenient to train a replacement. I would therefore do nothing.
I blinked at that. Nothing? I could deny you, and youd just . . . go?
Indeed, Mab said, turning. You will be dead in three days, by which time I should have made arrangements to replace you.
Uh, I said. What?
Mab paused and looked over her shoulder. The parasite within you will emerge in that time. Surely you have noticed the pains growing worse.
Boy, had I. And it added up.
Dammit, I snarled, keeping my voice too low to be heard by the goons on the boat. You set me up.
Mab turned to face me and gave me a very small smile.
Ive been sending out Toot and Lacuna with messages for you and Molly every damned day. None of them got through, did they?
They are faeries, Mab said. I am a Queen of Faerie.
And my sendings to Molly?
I wove nets to catch any spells leaving this island the moment I bade you farewell, my Knight, she said. And the messages you sent to her through your friends were altered to suit my needs. I find it useful how the tiniest amount of distrust creates so much opportunity for miscommunication. Your friends have been trying to visit you for several weeks, but the lake ice has held unusually long this year. Alas.
I ground my teeth. You knew I needed her help.
And, she said, biting the words off crisply, you still do.
Three days.
Hells bells.
Have you ever considered just asking me for my help? I asked her. Maybe even saying please?
She arched a pale eyebrow at me. I am not your client.
So you just go straight to extortion?
I cannot compel you, she said in a reasonable tone. I must therefore see to it that circumstance does. You cannot leave the island without being incapacitated by pain. You cannot send for help unless I allow it. Your time has all but run out, my Knight.
My brother and I had built the Whatsup Dock down at the shore at one of Demonreachs three little beaches, the one nearest the opening in the stone reefs surrounding the island. There had been a town on the hillside up above the beach maybe a century before, but it had been abandoned after its residents had apparently been driven slowly bonkers by all the dark energy around the hideous things imprisoned below the island.
The ruins of the town were still there, half swallowed by the forest, a corpse being slowly devoured by fungus and moss. I sometimes wondered how long I could stay on the damned island before I was bonkers, too.
There was an expensive motored yacht tied to the dock, as out of place as a Ferrari in a cattle yard, white with a lot of frosty blue chrome. There were a couple of hands in sight, and they werent dressed in sailing clothes so much as they were in sailing costumes. The creases were too straight, the clothes too clean, the fit too perfect. Watching them move, I had no doubt they were carrying weapons, and practiced in killing. They were Sidhe, the lords of Faerie, tall and beautiful and dangerous. They didnt impress me.
Mostly because they werent nearly as pretty or dangerous as the woman standing at the very end of my dock, the tips of her expensive shoes half an inch from Demonreachs shore. When theres a Great White Shark in the water with you, its tough to be worried about a couple of barracuda swimming along behind her.
Mab, the Queen of Air and Darkness, was wearing a tailored business suit somewhere between the color of smeared charcoal on newsprint and frozen periwinkles. The blouse beneath was snow-white, like her hair, which was bound up in an elaborate do that belonged in the forties. Opals flashed on her ears and at her throat, deep colors of green and blue, matching the shifting hues of her cold, flat eyes. She was pale, beautiful on a scale that beggared simple description, and I harbored a healthy and rational terror of her.
I came down the old stone steps in the hillside to the dock, and stopped an arms length away from Mab. I didnt bow to her, but I inclined my head formally. There were other Sidhe there, on the boat, witnessing the meeting, and I had worked out a while ago that though I was no danger to Mabs pride, she would not tolerate disrespect to her office. I was pretty sure that if the Winter Knight openly defied her in front of her Court, it would basically be a declaration of war, and despite what I now knew about the island, I wanted nothing of the sort with Mab.
My Queen, I said pleasantly. Hows tricks?
Functioning flawlessly, my Knight, she replied. As ever. Get on the boat.
Why? I asked.
Her mouth turned down into a slight frown, but it was belied by the sudden pleased light in her eyes.
Im predictable, arent I? I asked her.
In many ways, she replied. Shall I answer you literally?
Id like that.
Mab nodded. Then she leaned forward, very slightly, her eyes growing deep, and said in a voice colder and harder than frozen stone, Because I told you to do so.
I swallowed, and my stomach did this little roller-coaster number on me. What happens if I wont? I asked.
You have already made clear to me that you will resist me if I attempt to compel you directly to obey my commands, Mab said. Such a thing would render you useless to me, and for the moment, I would find it inconvenient to train a replacement. I would therefore do nothing.
I blinked at that. Nothing? I could deny you, and youd just . . . go?
Indeed, Mab said, turning. You will be dead in three days, by which time I should have made arrangements to replace you.
Uh, I said. What?
Mab paused and looked over her shoulder. The parasite within you will emerge in that time. Surely you have noticed the pains growing worse.
Boy, had I. And it added up.
Dammit, I snarled, keeping my voice too low to be heard by the goons on the boat. You set me up.
Mab turned to face me and gave me a very small smile.
Ive been sending out Toot and Lacuna with messages for you and Molly every damned day. None of them got through, did they?
They are faeries, Mab said. I am a Queen of Faerie.
And my sendings to Molly?
I wove nets to catch any spells leaving this island the moment I bade you farewell, my Knight, she said. And the messages you sent to her through your friends were altered to suit my needs. I find it useful how the tiniest amount of distrust creates so much opportunity for miscommunication. Your friends have been trying to visit you for several weeks, but the lake ice has held unusually long this year. Alas.
I ground my teeth. You knew I needed her help.
And, she said, biting the words off crisply, you still do.
Three days.
Hells bells.
Have you ever considered just asking me for my help? I asked her. Maybe even saying please?
She arched a pale eyebrow at me. I am not your client.
So you just go straight to extortion?
I cannot compel you, she said in a reasonable tone. I must therefore see to it that circumstance does. You cannot leave the island without being incapacitated by pain. You cannot send for help unless I allow it. Your time has all but run out, my Knight.
