A Shiver of Light

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

WE HAD ENOUGH from Trancer’s confession to get the human authorities to limit Taranis to the Seelie Court’s sithen, not just faerie, but inside the Seelie Court’s mound only. They actually made it part of the National Guard unit that was still assigned to keep watch in Cahokia in case another battle broke out, to report if Taranis stepped outside the sithen. He had been the King of Light and Illusion, but his hand of power was twisted in upon itself so he could no longer use light as a weapon. He could still make illusions with his other hand, so that you’d believe almost anything he conjured on himself, or that’s what our friends among the Seelie report, but they also report that he can’t change the arm I damaged. No matter how perfect the rest of his illusion is, the arm remains deformed, foreshortened, with the hand half swallowed up somewhere close to his elbow. He had been able to stop my hand of flesh from turning him completely inside out, but from the elbow down he was a walking example of what my magic could do to even the most powerful among the sidhe. Everyone’s been much more respectful. Andais said it: People will follow you for love, respect, or fear. I preferred love, but fear would do.

Andais has continued to be the perfect aunt, until we finally allowed her and Eamon to visit in person. We made it a media event for the Queen of the Unseelie Court to visit her nieces and nephew. It was some of the best press that our court has had in, well, ever. Perhaps she behaved herself better because the cameras were watching everything she did, but the tears she shed when she held Alastair were real enough. He looks more like my father every day, so she says. His full name is Alastair Essus Dolson Winter after my father and his two genetic fathers, Doyle and Frost. Wynne, Gwenwyfar Joy Tempest Garland, actually seems to look like Rhys and Galen had a love child, but her magic is all Mistral’s. Her first name was the oldest Welsh spelling of Guinevere, Rhys’s choice. Then Joy to reflect my nickname, so that we’re Merry and Joy, and yes that was Galen’s idea, but he and Rhys also chose Garland, both because it’s a wreath of flowers and you wear it to celebrate victories and special occasions, but also for Judy Garland, because of Rhys’s love of old movies. For Mistral it was either Windy, Storm, or Tempest, and he chose his favorite of the three. We’ve all been doing our best to teach our budding storm princess how to control her temper and her powers. They seem to be more intense if she’s outside where she can see the sky; so far she’s only been able to call some clouds and a few raindrops if she throws a tantrum outside, but since Mistral’s rage can call tornadoes we’re working with a child psychologist to help teach the girls how to control their magic. Alastair seems to be the most normal baby of the three, so far. Our last baby is Tegan Bryluen Mary Katherine. Tegan was Sholto’s grandmother’s name on his father’s side, and Royal is happy with Bryluen because it means “rose” in Cornish and plant names are traditional among the demi-fey. Then Mary for me, and Kitto chose Katherine for his daughter because it could be shortened to Kitty, which looked like his own name. We’ve actually started calling her Tegan Rose, as if it’s one name. She’s learning to control her powers, too. Maeve’s son, Liam, is still insisting that Rose is his, the way you’d claim a puppy, but I have to wonder if her ability to fascinate might have had a lasting impression on the little boy. We shall see.

I’ve made it clear that I have no desire to sit on Taranis’s vacated throne. The many factions inside the Seelie Court scrambled to try to put their candidates on the throne, but through our friends among their nobles we suggested they let the sithen choose, as of old. Their faerie mound sang with joy when Aisling was finally allowed back through its doors, because now that Taranis was no longer king, all those that he exiled have a chance to return home.

Maeve Reed has no plans to visit, just yet. She’s still afraid of Taranis, and rumor has it that he’s convinced that he may find a cure for his arm, as the long-ago Lugh of the Silverhand did when he lost his hand in battle and had to give up the throne because of his lack of perfection, until a magical hand of silver was formed and he was made whole again. I think Taranis is lying to himself, but as long as he stays inside faerie and away from us we will let it lie. Do I want him dead for what he did to Sholto? Yes, but I want peace in faerie more. We’ll see how Taranis reacts as Aisling’s coronation gets closer; it’s going to be the first-ever faerie coronation to be televised live.

Andais would still step down and let Doyle and me have her throne, but we still don’t trust our safety inside either court, light or dark. I am content ruling the growing Western Lands of faerie, because it is spreading, and more enchanted land keeps appearing, here and there around L. A. They say that Hollywood is magic; they’ve never been more right.