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"We have come to rely on humans too much," said Ethine, frowning. "Once, our kind lived apart from them. Now we rely on them to be everything from farmers to nursemaids. We live in their cast-off spaces and sup off their tables. If the courts fall, we will be parasites with nothing to call our own. This is the last of our old world.”
"I hardly think it is as serious as all that." Roiben looked past Ethine. He didn't want her to see his expression. "How about this. Tell Silarial that I will take her insulting and lopsided bargain with one variation. She must wager something too. She must put up her crown.”
"She will never give you—”
Roiben cut her off. "Not to me. To you.”
Ethine opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
"Tell her that if she loses, she makes you the Bright Queen of the Seelie Court. If I lose, I will give her both my crown and my life." It felt good to say, even if it were a rash wager.
Ethine rose. "You mock me.”
He made a dismissive gesture. "Don't be silly. You know very well that I do not.”
"She told me that if you wished to bargain, you must do so with her." She paced the room, gesturing wildly. "Why won't you just come back to us? Pledge yourself to Silarial, ask for her forgiveness. Tell her how hard it was to be Nicnevin's knight. She could not have known.”
"Silarial has spies everywhere. I very much doubt that she was ignorant of my suffering.”
"There was nothing for her to do! Nothing for any of us to do. She spoke often of her fondness for you. Let her explain. Let her be your friend again. Forgive each other." Her voice dropped low. "You don't belong in a place like this.”
"And why is that, dear sister? Why don't I belong here?”
Ethine groaned and slapped one open hand against the wall. "Because you are not a fiend!”
She reminded Roiben so much of his old, innocent self that for a moment he hated her, for a moment he only wanted to shake her and scream at her and hurt her before someone else did. "No? Is it not enough, what I have done? Is it not enough to have cut the throat of a nix that dared laugh too loud or too long before my mistress? Is it not enough to have hunted down a hob that stole a single cake from her table? Is it not enough to have been deaf to their entreaties, their begging?”
"Nicnevin commanded you.”
"Of course she did!" he shouted. "Again and again and again she commanded me. And now I am changed, Ethine. This is where I belong if I belong anywhere at all.”
"What about Kaye?”
"The pixie?" He gave her a quick look.
"You were kind to her. Why do you want me to think the worst of you?”
"I was not kind to Kaye," he said. "Ask her. I am not kind, Ethine. Moreover, I no longer have any interest in kindness. I mean to win.”
"If you were to win," Ethine said, her voice faltering, "I would be the Queen and you would be my enemy.”
He snorted. "Now don't go casting a pall over my best outcome." He held out the cup to her.
"Drink something. Eat. After all, it is natural for siblings to squabble, is it not?”
Ethine took the cup back from him and lifted it to her mouth, but he had left her only a single swallow.
Kaye cradled a large ThunderCats thermos of coffee as she walked to Corny's car. Luis followed, wrapped in a black coat. It hung voluminously from his shoulders, its inner lining torn to pieces. He had taken it out of the back of one of the closets, from a pile strewn with chunks of plaster.
She was glad to keep moving. As long as there was something in front of her, something still to do, things made sense.
"You got a map of upstate New York?" Luis asked Corny.
"I thought you knew the way," Corny said. "What kind of guide needs a map?”
"Can you two not—," Kaye started, but stopped in front of a newspaper machine. There, in a sidebar on the front page of the Times, was a picture of the cemetery on the hill by Kaye's house. The hill where Janet was buried. The hollow hill under which Roiben had been crowned. It had collapsed beneath the weight of an overturned truck. The photo showed smoke billowing up from the hill, fallen gravestones scattered like loose teeth.
Corny slid quarters into the machine and pulled out a paper. "A bunch of bodies were found, too burnt to identify. They're looking for dental matches. There was some speculation that maybe people were sledding when the truck hit. Kaye, what the fuck?”
