“You’re awake,” Kim said. Brendan turned his head to find her leaning against the wall in a chair by the side of his bed, her tattooed arms crossed over her chest. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Her field hockey stick leaned against the wall within easy reach. “You were really out of it.”
Brendan pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked around. He was in a snug room that contained little in the way of furniture. Besides the bed and the chair, there was a compact, ornately carved wooden bedside table and a full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door. The walls were panelled in wood, polished to a warm glow. A fire burned in the tiny fireplace, making the room comfortably cozy.
“Where am I?” Brendan asked, groggily. He snapped fully awake. “Delia!”
Kim laid a hand on his shoulder, calming him. “She’s fine. Greenleaf took her home and Compelled her to forget. She’ll be fine.”
Brendan relaxed. “Where are we?”
“The Swan,” Kim said. “Greenleaf brought you back. You were a little the worse for wear. The Healers worked on you and you slept through the night.”
“Through the night?”
“And the day,” BLT piped, her high voice filled with excitement. She fluttered down to rest on Brendan’s shoulder.
“Like I said, you were out of it,” Kim repeated.
Brendan stretched. “I don’t feel so bad now.”
“We heal quickly,” Kim said in an offhand way. “One of the benefits of being one of us.”
He reached for the amulet. It was gone.
“It’s inside of you now,” Kim said, seeing his confusion. “You are initiated. No one knows how you managed it, but you’re one of us.”
Brendan was about to tell her of his encounter with his father but he caught himself. That experience belonged to him and he was reluctant to share it. “I didn’t have much choice in the end.”
Kim snorted. “You act like that’s a bad thing.”
Brendan thought about it for a moment before saying, “It isn’t good or bad. It’s just who I am. I’m going to try to make the best of things.”
Kim, her face a picture of seriousness, considered his words for a moment. “That’s a remarkably mature attitude for a total dumbwad.” Then she cracked her familiar smirk.
They both laughed. Kim tossed him a bundle of clothes. “These should fit. Get dressed. Everyone is waiting for you downstairs.” She grabbed the field hockey stick and slung it over her shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay.” She winked and left him to dress.
“Hurry up!” BLT shouted, buzzing once around his head before zipping out the door.
Ten minutes later, Brendan stood in front of the mirror examining the changes his initiation had wrought.
His skin glowed with health. All evidence of adolescent acne was erased. He ran his fingers over his cheek and marvelled at the smoothness. His hair was lustrous and thick, streaked with hints of purple and gold. Holding his hands out in front of his face, he wiggled his fingers and was amazed at their elegance. He bounced on the balls of his feet. He felt as light as a feather. On an impulse, he dashed at the wall, ran up it, and somersaulted to a graceful landing. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“This is totally sick,” he said joyously.
The most amazing change was not cosmetic. His sight was so acute he could pick out minute details of his environment. He could see the almost invisible marks of the carver’s chisel in the vines on the ceiling. He could see the pores of his skin. For a person who’d always worn glasses, the ability to actually see, without artificial aid, was truly marvellous.
Yes, being a Faerie had its upside, to be sure. Now he had to face the downside. His Human family and his Human life were in jeopardy. He steeled himself for the coming confrontation. Opening the door, he left the room.
He found himself at the top of the stairs he’d seen when he first came to the Swan. The room he’d slept in opened onto a hallway, facing into the pub below. The buzz of conversation almost drowned out the musicians and the DJ. Almost, but not quite. Brendan stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at the pub floor.
Every seat was taken, and many more Faeries were jammed into the bar. The crowd was so huge he suddenly felt nervous. Could they all be here just to see me?
He had his answer an instant later.
“There he is!” Og’s voice roared. “Prince Breandan himself.”
The burly Artificer stood up at the corner booth and raised a foaming pint of ale. Everyone in the room joined him, raising glasses with a mighty shout.
He made his way down the stairs and waded into the crowd. His back was slapped. His hand was pumped. His cheeks were pinched. He was kissed and hugged and crushed. Finally, Leonard pushed his way to Brendan’s side and grabbed the boy’s arm. “Give ‘im some room, mon!” The massive shoulders served as a battering ram, forcing a clear path to the corner booth. Brendan gratefully scooted along behind him.
Sitting in the booth were Ariel, Kim, Deirdre, and Greenleaf. BLT sat on the edge of a bowl full of olives gnawing on a grape that looked like a pumpkin in her tiny hands.
“I’m trying to cut back,” BLT joked, juice dripping down her chin. “One step at a time, eh?”
Og stood up and offered Brendan his seat on the bench beside Kim. “Ye did it, nephew!” Og was beaming with delight. “Look at you. What a fine figure of a Faerie ye are, as well.”
The rest of the crowd went back to their conversations, dancing, and drinking. They were keenly aware that the gathering at the table was a family affair.
Ariel smiled his sad smile. “Well done, indeed, Breandan. You found a way to survive Orcadia and somehow initiate yourself.” The grey eyes became shrewd. “I’d love to hear how you managed it. What became of Orcadia?”
Brendan felt those ancient eyes boring into his soul. “I don’t know. Things are kind of hazy. I guess she was trapped in the fire.”
Ariel nodded but said nothing. Brendan was sure he could see right through him. “As for the amulet, I picked it up and put it on… after that, I blacked out.”
“Good thing I found you.” BLT sprayed bits of grape onto the table. “I saved your life, ya know. At least I gave you a few pointers, right?”
Brendan laughed. “Yes, you did. Thanks, BLT.” He shot a smile at Og and said, “And thank you for lending her to me.”
“I’m glad she could help.” Og shrugged. “I knew ye’d see the value in her. I had faith in ye!”
Deirdre reached a hand across the table and caressed Brendan’s cheek. “Now I can see Bir-Gidha in you. It’s in the shape of your face.” Her eyes teared up. “I’m so glad you’re among us now.”
“We must start your training at once. There’s so much you have to learn,” Ariel said. “You can stay here for now until you get settled. I trust that the room was comfortable?”
“About that…” Brendan frowned. He’d made a decision in the burning cellar, and he was determined to follow it through. “I want to go home.”
“Home?” Deirdre said, confused. “You’re home right now.”
“I mean to my Human parents,” Brendan said firmly. “I’m not leaving them.”
Kim laughed. She turned and held out a hand to Og. “Ha! I told you! Pay up!” Og grumbled and fished some coins out of his pocket and dropped them into her palm.
“No,” Deirdre snapped. “That is not possible. You cannot go back. You are one of the Fair Folk! Your place is here with us. We are your family.”
“Yes,” Brendan agreed. “You are my family. I know that, but so are the people who raised me and loved me and did all the hard work of making me into the person I am. I won’t abandon them now. Nothing you can say will change my mind.”
Deirdre was about to protest, but Greenleaf spoke instead. “I think we have to respect Breandan’s wishes in this.”
“It is highly unusual,” Ariel said. “In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of it happening before.”
“Breandan is unusual, to say the least.” Greenleaf smiled at Brendan before continuing. “He has displayed aptitude in at least three of the Disciplines of the Art. He has the Power of Command, Compulsion, Summoning, and Binding, and from what BLT has told us, he’s a Warp Warrior to boot. I’ve never heard of anyone having such a broad range of Talents.”