The Prince of Two Tribes (34 page)

one of the alleyways between the tents at the far side of the Faerground. He was speaking with someone, his expression tense and a little angry. Brendan followed Pûkh’s gaze and saw that he was speaking to Charlie. She had her hood pulled up, obscuring her face, but he was certain it was her.

What’s she doing talking to him?

As Brendan watched, Charlie shook her head vigorously at something Pûkh said. Pûkh’s face darkened. He grabbed Charlie’s arm roughly and pulled her into the alleyway out of sight.

Brendan wanted to investigate but the crowd swept him on into the open doors of the Swan. He wondered what Charlie was doing talking to the Lord of Tír na nÓg and what she’d said that made him angry. He had to hope that she could take care of herself.

BLT flew in rapid spirals around Brendan’s head. “You did it! You did it! You did it!”

“Have you been eating sugar?”

“So suspicious! Can’t a person just be happy?” BLT cried. She beelined ahead and into the open door of the Swan. Brendan laughed.

The Swan of Liir was absolutely rammed. A DJ, accompanied by a clutch of more traditional musicians, had set up on the upper gallery. The centre of the room was a heavy mass of dancers gyrating to the music. Og forged a path through the patrons to a corner of the bar.

“Ye’ll have a drink, Brendan?” Og ventured.

“Diet cola,” Brendan laughed.

Og shook his head in disgust. “It’ll kill ya, that stuff.”

Saskia was a blur behind the bar, serving drinks at a breakneck pace. When she spied Brendan she stopped and smiled wolfishly. “I heard about the handstand. Well done!”

“He was magnificent, I tell you.” Leonard’s deep bass rolled over them. He was helping Saskia behind the bar, pulling pints of beer and grinning with his gold teeth all the while.

Kim was silent, standing with her back to the bar and her arms crossed. She sensed Brendan’s gaze and gave him a little half smile.

“You were amazing,” she said, barely audible over the din of the crowd. “Everybody’s talking about you.”

Brendan nodded. He leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Thanks.”

“For what?” Kim asked.

“For the Dawn Flight. For showing me that there’s a good side to all this weird stuff. For being here.” He took her hand and squeezed it.

Kim blushed and shrugged, saying gruffly, “Yeah, well. That’s cool.”

Brendan looked into her brown eyes and smiled. Here in the middle of this hurricane of Faerie insanity, he was at peace.

Suddenly there was a cry from the doorway. The music staggered to a stop as Lugh pushed his way into the pub, scattering the dancers and opening a circle in their midst. He dragged two figures, one in each huge hand, and threw them to the ground. Close on his heels came little Mâya, giggling like a demented child, pushing a boy in front of her.

“Look what we found,” she crowed.

“Interlopers,” Lugh growled. “They were trespassing on the Gathering.”

A fierce cry rose from the Faeries. Brendan was off his stool in a flash and pushing through the crowd, Kim hot on his heels.

Brendan’s stomach dropped away when he saw who knelt on the floor at Lugh’s feet. Harold, Dmitri, and Chester Dallaire blinked in terror at the sea of hostile faces. Their hands were tied behind their backs, but otherwise they seemed to be all right.

“What are you doing here?” Kim demanded before Brendan could find any words.

“We were worried about Brendan,” Dmitri answered.

“You are in mucho trouble, you idiots,” Kim groaned.

“We all know the penalty for trespassing on the Gathering.” Pûkh’s clear voice brought a hushed silence to the room.

“Oh brother,” Kim moaned softly. “Here it comes.”

“People of the Moon!” Pûkh cried theatrically. He stepped into the circle with his henchmen and addressed the crowd. “The Pact is clear. Our Gatherings are sacrosanct. Intruders are punished. Humans are not welcome here.”

“These three meant no harm.” Brendan stepped into the ring and faced Pûkh.

“Three?” Pûkh said with an ingenuous look of surprise. “You are mistaken. There are four prisoners.” This last he called over his shoulder.

Lugh pushed through the crowd and returned, dragging a reluctant Delia by the elbow. His sister had been bound and gagged. She struggled like a wildcat, but the tall Faerie’s grip was firm.

Brendan’s face was a picture of shock and dismay. Lugh pushed Delia to the ground and took a place beside Pûkh, his cold eyes glittering in the firelight.

“We all know the penalty,” Pûkh said with a savage smile. “They must die.”

RESPONSIBILITY

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Harold squeaked. “Let’s not jump right to ‘They must die!’ I mean, that’s a little over the top, isn’t it?”

Brendan couldn’t believe his ears. “Are you kidding me? Die? Isn’t that a bit extreme? And why are they bound? Untie them right now.”

“Our Laws are strict,” Ariel interjected. “The People of Metal are not permitted to attend our Gatherings.”

“Well, your little Gathering will end on a down note. Killing people’s a thing you just don’t do at parties.”

“This is not a joke, Brendan,” Pûkh said. “These people must be dealt with according to our rules. They must be executed.”

“That’s barbaric! Can’t we just Compel them to forget?” Brendan suggested. “I did it before.”

“Is that what happened?” Harold demanded. “You made us forget that day? I knew it!”

Lugh lashed out with the toe of his boot, catching Harold in the ribs and knocking him to the floor. Brendan stepped between Lugh and the prisoners. He glared steadily into the pale, dead eyes of the tall Faerie and said with as much steadiness as he could muster, “You kick him again, I’ll snap your foot off and feed it to you, you creep.”

Lugh’s eyes widened slightly, then a slow smile spread across his pale, cadaverous face. “I await your pleasure, young Princeling.”

Kim stepped up, reaching for her stick. “We’ll give you a two-for-one deal.”

BLT fluttered down to Brendan’s shoulder, her fists cocked. “With a little extra.”

Ariel was about to shout for order, but Pûkh refused to yield the spotlight.

“Such solidarity! Touching.” Pûkh raised a hand and Lugh, with great effort, forced himself to step back. The Lord of Tír na nÓg stepped into the centre of the room. Every eye followed him. “Fair Folk,” he said, addressing the Faeries crowding in around the prisoners. “This is an important moment. Our sacred Laws have been breached. These intruders show us that Humans have no respect for the Pact. Indeed, they have forgotten all about the bargain they made in the distant past. They keep the Pact only by accident, out of ignorance of our existence. The truth is, only we keep the Pact. We live on the fringes of the Earth, in the cracks, and try desperately to avoid the heavy, clumsy tread of the People of Metal. They take more and more, squeezing the life out of the Earth, choking her without remorse. We have imprisoned ourselves within the Pact.” There were murmurs of agreement from some of the gathered Faeries. Brendan looked to Merddyn and saw that the old man was merely watching Pûkh, silently gauging the crowd’s reaction to his words.

Pûkh waved a graceful hand at the four Humans huddled together on the floor. “These Humans must be punished. We must send a message. We have to begin clawing back what is ours.” The murmurs became more pronounced.

“They didn’t know what they were doing,” Brendan cried.

“Ignorance is nothing to be proud of,” Pûkh scoffed. “But of course, you would take their side. You have a weakness for these creatures. You were raised by them, after all.”

“What a total wad,” Harold breathed.

“They aren’t creatures,” Brendan grated. “They are my friends and family.”

“I’ve read stories of children raised by apes and wolves.” Pûkh laughed. “Very amusing. I suppose your case is similar.”

Brendan was furious. “If you dare to call my parents animals one more time I’ll make you sorry.”

“Will you, little man?” Pûkh’s dark eyes were deadly calm. “Will you?”

Looking into that Ancient face, Brendan saw the dark, capricious, and cruel spirit that inhabited the space behind Pûkh’s eyes. He saw the bitterness and the hatred that coiled there behind a facade of sardonic humour and elegance. He saw the power waiting to be unfurled, and his heart quailed.

“Humans!” Pûkh mercifully turned his dark face back to the Faeries in the room. “They cannot be trusted. They are killing the Earth! They will be the death of us all.”

Some of the Faeries clapped and cheered, but many were silent, uneasy.

Brendan opened his mouth to speak, but Merddyn’s voice intruded. “There is a greater question we are overlooking.”

Everyone looked to Merddyn, who was sitting on a stool at the bar enjoying a small glass of wine. “How did they get here? The Wards and glamours surrounding the island discouraged all the other Humans, and yet these four are here. How is that possible?”

Brendan frowned. It was true. He looked at his friends and his sister huddled in a group on the floor. Delia was trying to work her mouth free of her cloth gag. Brendan went to her and pulled it from her mouth.

“I’LL KILL YOU, YOU FREAK!” Delia shouted. Mâya, the object of Delia’s wrath, merely giggled and danced from foot to foot. “Cut me loose, Brendan, and I’ll kick her ass.”

“You’re not helping my case,” Brendan sighed. “How did you guys get here?”

Dmitri and Harold looked at Chester. Brendan’s former nemesis sat quietly on the floor. He looked up at Brendan. “You did something to me on that day you came to the hospital. From that day on I could see … these people.”

Brendan shook his head in disbelief. “But what about the others?”

Dmitri spoke up. “We were following you. We were worried that you were into something bad. Well, at least Harold and I were worried about you. Your sister’s just a bit of a batch.”

Brendan opened his mouth to correct Dmitri, but one look at his sister’s angry face deterred him.

Dmitri continued. “We asked Chester to help us and he told us he could see things that we couldn’t see. We followed you to the docks and somehow he gave that ability to us when he forced us to see the Ferryman.”

“You took a ferry? With the dude with the creepy voice and the hat?”

“Yeah,” Harold confirmed. “Total zomboid.”

“Ah!” Pûkh sighed. “I see! Brendan is responsible for this breach. Of course, this stands to reason. His foolish insistence on trying to live in both worlds has backfired disastrously. He’s not truly one of us despite his miraculous success at the Proving.”

“Oh, give it a rest, will ya,” Brendan groaned.

“This episode only proves that he is powerful,” Merddyn interjected mildly. “Which probably upsets you more than the trespass of these humans.”

Kitsune Kai chose that moment to walk into the Swan. “Dear Kitsune,” Merddyn said, rising to his feet. “I’m glad you’re here. We seem to have a dilemma. These four Human children have managed to trespass upon our Gathering.”

Kitsune’s dark, almond-shaped eyes narrowed. “Oh. That’s not good.”

“Pûkh, in his predictably dramatic style, has suggested we execute these Humans out of hand. I believe that’s a little extreme. I have another idea that may satisfy all involved. I suggest we retire to a suitable table and discuss my idea.”

“Okay, good,” Kitsune agreed with a flick of her tail. Deirdre nodded and Pûkh reluctantly shrugged. Together with Ariel, the four judges went to a table in the corner of the room to deliberate, leaving Brendan with his friends under the baleful gaze of Lugh and Mâya.

“Why did you guys do this?” Kim demanded of the prisoners. “You have no idea how much trouble this is gonna cause.”

“Back off. Who are these people?” Delia hissed, her eyes darting from Faerie to Faerie. “What
are
you?”

Something about the way she asked the question and the fear in her eyes made Brendan pause. How could he explain this to her? He looked at Dmitri and Harold and saw the same fear there. Chester just gazed back at him evenly. Brendan decided he had to explain who he was, as much for himself as for them. He made a decision about his future.

“I never wanted to lie to anyone,” Brendan told them. “And I didn’t want anyone to get hurt. I thought that the only way I could keep you all safe, Mum and Dad, too, was by keeping it to myself. Dealing with it myself. But by doing that, I’ve cut myself off from the support I needed the most. I’m not going to do that anymore … ”

“Brendan, you can’t … ” Kim interrupted.

“No,” Brendan said. “This is the way it has to be from now on. I want to be honest. I owe it to them.”

As quickly as he could, he told them about being a Faerie. He told them about the day when he first knew who he really was. He told them about Orcadia and the lost day he’d stolen from them all. He told them of the world within their world, of Faeries and Trolls and the Quest and his other family and how he tried to balance the two. They sat listening and didn’t interrupt. As each detail unfolded, he saw flashes of recognition in their faces as the memories he had suppressed were allowed to surface again.

Kim stood by, arms folded, looking slightly pained. Obviously, she didn’t agree with Brendan’s choice, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to live without his friends and family anymore.

At last, he reached the Gathering and his Proving and the point where they found themselves together again. He finished and waited for their reaction.

Delia was the first to speak. “Mum and Dad are gonna freak.”

Brendan actually laughed. “Yeah, I think they are. But you know what, I should have told them right away, ignored the rules. I’ve really missed their advice.”

“I know we’re kinda totally screwed here,” Harold said. “But this is all pretty awesome. I mean, Faeries? Trolls? It’s totally amazing! I wish I had my sketchbook.”

Dmitri nodded. “Yes. This is very sweet. I wish I’d listened to my babka more. I always thought she was just crazy. Well, she
is
crazy but she obviously sees things that I can’t. The idea that there’s a world we can’t see, right under our noses … it’s really bombed!”

“It’s
the
bomb! Not bombed,” Chester laughed.