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island, as if jewels had been thrown into the air. Fireflies, dozens of them, so that they actually glowed
enough to drive back some of the dark.
Did you call them? Sholto said.
Yes, I said.
You raised the wild magic together, Ivar said.
She is not sluagh, Fyfe said.
But she is queen to his king for tonight; the magic is hers, as well, Ivar said.
Will you fight me for the heart of my people, Meredith? Sholto said.
I will try not to, I said softly.
I rule here, Meredith, not you.
I do not want to take your throne, Sholto. But I can t help being what I am.
What are you?
I am sidhe.
Then if you are sidhe and not sluagh, run.
What? I asked, trying to move a little away from Doyle and closer to Sholto. Doyle held me tight and
wouldn t let me do it.
Run, Sholto said again.
Why? I asked.
I am going to call the wild hunt, Meredith. If you are not sluagh, then you will be prey.
No, Sholto! Let us take the princess to safety first, I beg this of you, Doyle said urgently.
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The Darkness does not usually beg. I am flattered, but if she can call back the sun to drive away the
night, I must call the hunt now. She must be the prey. You know that.
I was startled. Was this the same man who had refused to sacrifice me just moments ago? Who had
looked on me with such tenderness? The magic was indeed working powerfully in him, to make this
change.
Rhys s voice came, cautious: You wear a crown of flowers, King Sholto. Are you so certain that the
wild hunt will recognize you as sluagh?
I am their king.
You look sidhe enough to be welcome in the queen s bed right now, Rhys said.
Sholto touched his flat stomach with its healed flesh and tattoo. He hesitated,then shook his head. I will
call the wild magic. I will call the hunt.If they see me as prey and not as sluagh, then so be it. He smiled,
and even in the uncertain light it didn t look particularly happy. He laughed, and the night echoed with it.
There was the call of some sweet-voiced bird, sleepy from the distant shore.
Sholto spoke again. It is a long tradition among us, Lord Rhys, to slay our kings to bring back life to the
land. If by my life, or my death, I can bring my people back to their power, I will do it.
Sholto, I said, don t. Don t say that.
It is done, he said.
Doyle started moving us toward the other side of the island. Short of killing him, we cannot stop him,
he told me. You both reek of the oldest of magicks. I am not certain that he can be killed right now.
We need to leave then, Rhys said.
Abeloec was finally pulling himself up on the shore. He still had his cup in his hand, and it seemed as if
the weight of it had kept him from coming sooner. Don t tell me I have to get back in the lake, he said.
If she s touched with the magic of creation, let her create a bridge.
I didn t wait. I said, I want a bridge to the shore. A graceful white bridge appeared, just like that.
Cool, Rhys said. Let s go.
Sholto spoke in a ringing voice. I call the wild hunt, by Herne and huntsman, by horn and hound, by
wind and storm, and wreck of winter, I call us home.
The dark near the roof of the cavern split open as if someone had cut it with a knife. It split open and
things boiled out of it.
Doyle turned my face away and said, Do not look back. He began to run, dragging me with him. We
all began to run. Only Sholto and his uncles stayed on the island as the night itself ripped open and
poured nightmares behind us.
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CHAPTER 17
WE MADE THE FAR SHORE, BUT I TRIPPED ON A SKELETONburied in the ground. Doyle
picked me up and kept running. Gunshots echoed, and I saw Frost firing at Agnes as she threw herself
on top of him. I had a glimpse of her face; something was wrong with it, as if her bones were sliding
around under her skin. I screamed, Frost, as a glint of metal showed in her hand. More shots sounded.
Mistral was beside Frost, blades flashing.
Doyle, stop! I shouted.
He ignored me, and kept running with me in his arms. Abe and Rhys were with him.
We can t leave Frost behind! I said.
Doyle said, We cannot risk you, not for anyone.
Call a door, Abe said.
Doyle glanced behind us, but not at Mistral and Frost s fight with the night-hag. He glanced higher than
that. It made me look up, too.
At first my eyes perceived clouds, black and grey rolling clouds, or smoke but that was only my mind
trying to make sense of it. I thought I had seen all the sluagh had to offer, but I was wrong. What was
pouring down toward the island where Sholto stood was nothing my mind couldaccept. When I worked
for the investigative agency& sometimes at a crime scene if it s bad enough sometimes your mind
refuses to make an image out of it. It s just a jumble. Your mind gives you a moment to not see this
horrible thing. If you have the chance to close your eyes and not look a second time, you can save
yourself. This horror will not go into your mind and stain your soul. At most crime scenes I didn t have
the choice of not seeing. But this; I looked away. If we didn t get away, then I d have to look.
We had to get away.
Doyle yelled, Don t look. Call the door.
I did what he asked. I need a door to the Unseelie sithen. The door appeared, hanging in the middle of
nowhere, just like before.
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