“She’s very ill,” Steven told them as they gathered, the pink one sitting on Noli. A few others perched on him. “I’ve come to ask the tree to heal her. James and I must finish our quest. Will you please watch over her while we’re away? We shouldn’t be gone for long.” He hoped.
Heads bobbed as the wood faeries chattered all at once, offering to watch over and protect her. A few even retrieved tiny wooden swords. A yellow one saluted him and took up a guard stance, sword ready.
“I’d appreciate that.” Steven crouched at the base of the gnarled oak, Noli still in his arms, unmoving, the pink faery perched on her shoulder. Colorful night-blooming flowers covered the tree’s base. Setting her in his lap, he put his hand on the trunk and reached out to the tree’s spirit. Will you take care of her for me? She’s been out of her element and near death.
He chose this tree specifically for several reasons, the oak liked Noli. This tree had been on these lands as long as his family had possessed them. Hopefully, he would feel compelled to help. The old tree also possessed a great deal of magic. Healing Noli could kill a lesser tree.
I will try, young prince, the tree whispered back. I have served the House of Oak for a very long time and will do my best. The bark of the tree separated, making a Noli-sized knothole.
Steven kissed Noli, heart torn at leaving her alone. “I love you so much, darling. I’ll return soon.”
He placed her inside the knothole, hoping she’d be comfortable, and watched as the bark closed around her, sealing her inside the tree. You’d never know she lay inside, which meant she was safe both from his uncle and his mother. Hopefully, the tree would be able to heal her. He put his hand on the bark. Thank you, he told the tree. Noli means everything to me.
We’ll try our best to aid you, young prince, the tree replied.
The wood faeries all replied that they’d protect her. A few more had joined the miniature guard at the tree’s base, marching around, or sitting on the star blooms.
Steven bowed in thanks and sent up a silent prayer. Please heal her, he prayed, still crouched in the dirt. Noli means everything to me. I need her to be well.
And whole. One thing at a time.
A gentle breeze, soft as Noli’s kisses, whispered through the trees as if answering his plea. His fingers brushed the bark one last time, heart wrenching at the thought that even this might not be enough.
He kissed his hand then pressed it to the bark of the tree. “I love you, Noli.”
With a body-shuddering sigh, he stood and made his way back through the hedge maze and across the gardens to his rambling family estate.
James waited for him in the library, which had become the hub of the big house during James and Charlotte’s occupancy. The comfortable room had always been Steven’s favorite, filled with books, well-loved furnishings, a window seat with view of one of the gardens, and memories. The still-wrapped automaton occupied one of the comfortable chairs. Supper sat on the low table.
“Is she going to be all right?” James handed Steven a plate from his place on the settee.
“I hope so.” He didn’t feel like eating.
“I put Noli’s things in her room,” James added, heaping his own plate with food.
Noli’s room had been Elise’s room. His family had lived here once when not busy at the earth court palace. That was back when they’d been a family. When his parents had loved each other, and them, and his mother had been content to be queen of the earth court.
Steven sat next to James and helped himself to some tea. Charlotte had wanted to live here, not at the high palace. Not that he blamed her. James and Charlotte had been content to occupy this wing, the nursery wing where they’d lived as children. A small staff helped make this corner feel like home again.
It felt strange to be here without Charlotte. Without Noli. He kept expecting to hear Charlotte giggling or spy Noli reading a book in the tree outside the window.
“She’ll be fine.” James shot him a hopeful smile.
“I hope so.” Holding his cup of tea in his hands, he gazed out the window, not that he could see that particular tree from here. “I suppose we should take Hilde to the queen and be done with this?”
“I think so.” James looked at him, fork paused halfway to his mouth. “Then what?”
“We help Noli get better. We work on a way to make her whole again and for us to be together.” Absently, he grabbed a firm, fuzzy fruit from the bowl on the table. “Noli also seems to think her father may be in the Otherworld. If he is, he’s long gone, but I’ve been promising to make some inquiries.”
“I’m glad you said we.” James shoveled supper into his mouth.
“We make a good team.” Even if his brother infuriated him sometimes. He took a bite of succulent fruit, its flesh dissolving in his mouth like spun sugar. James made a noisy yawn, stretching his arms for emphasis. “I have a feeling we should wait until morning to deliver this.”
The long and tiresome day pressed on him. “True.” He gazed at the automaton perched in the chair. “I hope this is good enough.”
If it wasn’t, he didn’t know what they’d do. But with Noli ill, there wasn’t time to even consider the thought.
Steven plodded into the library, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, fully dressed. Morning light streamed in through the window. Nightmares about Noli had kept him awake. If she never recovered, his uncle would pay.
His eyes fell on the chair where Hilde the automaton sat. It lay empty. His heart skipped a beat, then two. James had moved her. Yes, that was it. No reason to panic.
He searched the library with his eyes. No Hilde. Still, no need to panic.
Running out of the library, he threw open the door to James’ childhood bedroom, which had been redecorated. The toys were gone, but his weapon collection remained. Touches of Charlotte lurked everywhere, from the flowered dressing screen in the corner to the cosmetics scattered across the dresser. “James, wake up.” Steven shoved his brother.
“Go away,” James muttered, rolling over so his back was to him.
“Did you move the automaton?” Steven prayed to the Bright Lady he answered yes. Hilde didn’t look to be in here, either.
“She’s in the library, now let me sleep.” He pulled the blankets over his head.
Horror swirled around Steven’s limbs, rooting him to the floor. “Wait. You didn’t move the automaton?”
“Why would I do that? Now, go away.” The blanket muffled James’ voice.
Steven threw back the covers. “The automaton is missing.”
James sat straight up. “What?”
“She’s not in the library. Are you certain you didn’t move her?” Steven’s heart thumped a tattoo of terror.
“Flying figs, no.” James leapt out of bed and left without even throwing on a robe or slippers. Heathen.
Steven followed him into the library.
James stared at the empty chair, mouth gaping. “I didn’t move it, honest.”
“We have to get it back.” There was no time to go look for something else, not that he even knew where to start. Defeat pressed on him. They’d been so close.
“Where do we start? It’s not as if we can ask the chair?” James plopped down in the chair and put his head in his hands.
Who had a grudge against him? Who’d broken into the big house before? Who had no morals or scruples? Who loved Noli and probably knew all about his quest?
Steven rubbed his chin. “Do you have any idea where we can find Kevighn Silver?”
“Kevighn?” James looked up, face contorted in confusion.