Blue emerged from the tree trunk frowning a little. Mr Fogarty came out behind her and turned at once to look at the tree.
'Do you know how they do that?' Pyrgus asked him quietly.
'No, but I'd like to,' Mr Fogarty said.
Blue said, 'Pyrgus, what's happened to -' Then stopped as the entire throng in the clearing suddenly went quiet. Heads began to turn in the direction of a forest path. Distantly, Pyrgus could hear a sound like the tinkling of temple bells.
Two horsemen rode into the clearing and separated either side of the path. Although nobody said anything, the crowd flowed – there was no other word for it – to make space, then flowed again to open up an empty circle in the middle of the clearing. Pyrgus found himself on its edge, along with Blue and Mr Fogarty, isolated from the main body of Forest Faerie. He wondered if he should step back, but decided against it. At least he'd have a good view here of whatever might be going on, and if anybody wanted him to move, they could tell him. He noticed neither Blue nor Mr Fogarty looked much like moving either.
A party of mounted archers was approaching down the path. The armament looked primitive to Pyrgus, but he was quickly learning not to underestimate these people. Their elf-bolts had proven capable of piercing the adamantine silver armour of the ouklo cabin, so perhaps their arrows had special spell coatings as well.
An arrow might not be the latest in weapons technology, but if -
A thought struck him. The elf-bolts must have made use of the same magic that allowed Forest Faerie to pass into their own trees. If their arrows had the same coating, there was no armour in the world that would protect against them. They might even be able to shoot through solid stone!
The sound of bells came nearer. Pyrgus turned his attention back to the path. There was an even larger mounted party following the archers. 'They use horses,' he murmured to himself, frowning. It was clear from their overhead transporter – and their foo discs -that they had levitation spells. Why not use them here?
'More efficient among trees,' Gatekeeper Fogarty murmured back. 'You don't have to guide a good horse – it finds its own way around obstacles. Lot safer than a flying disc, and probably faster when you take everything into consideration.'
The second party had a ceremonial look about it -something in the stately way it moved. Pyrgus craned his neck to try to catch more details, but the forest surrounding the clearing was dense and a leafy canopy arched over the path, leaving it in gloom.
The archers entered the clearing and followed the example of the first two horsemen, splitting apart to form a mounted circle. To Pyrgus's surprise, and just a little alarm, they rode behind him, leaving him isolated with Blue and Mr Fogarty inside the circle. He glanced behind, decided there was nothing he could do, and waited.
A weird processional came into view. Riders on horseback were attended by runners who gamboled and leaped and waved their arms like madmen, keeping apace with the horses with no apparent difficulty. Both riders and footmen were costumed, wearing a curious assortment of clothes that were a full five hundred years behind the current fashions. There was a preponderance of pointed hats and soft, velvet pointed slippers.
'Good God,' said Mr Fogarty abruptly, 'it's the Wild Hunt!'
Pyrgus glanced at him.
'Old folk superstition in my world,' Mr Fogarty explained. 'At least I thought it was a superstition until now. Back in the Middle Ages, they used to believe that on certain nights of the year witches and other supernatural beings rode through the forest hunting for… I don't know… souls, I suppose. It was called the Wild Hunt, and sometimes the Faerie Hunt. The myth must have been based on this – look at those costumes, the descriptions are identicaclass="underline" pointed hats, archers, horses, and the woman leading them.'
Pyrgus suddenly noticed there was a woman leading them and wondered how he had missed her before. She was the strangest creature he'd ever seen. She was not merely dressed in green – a fur-trimmed cloak over a loose shirt and tight knee-britches – but her skin colouring was green as well, enhancing her enormous golden eyes.
'What is she?' he whispered. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman. Even her hair was green, interwoven with a garland of tiny forest flowers. There was a green man riding a little behind her, naked to the waist beneath his cloak, powerfully muscled, a strung bow carried across his back. But his eyes were almost black and his hair was a golden blond.
The woman rode directly towards Pyrgus, then reined in a few feet away and slid gracefully from her horse. Close up, her colouring was even more disconcerting than it had been at a distance. She stared into Pyrgus's eyes as if attempting to read his thoughts, then said soberly, 'Crown Prince Pyrgus Malvae, I am Queen Cleopatra.' She half turned and gestured towards the green man, who had remained mounted. 'This is my Consort, Gonepterix.' Gonepterix nodded a brief acknowledgement. He had an open face, but his' expression was wary.
'Queen Cleopatra?' frowned Gatekeeper Fogarty. 'Did you say CleopatraV
The woman favoured him with a slow, sidelong look. Her face took on an expression of mild amusement. 'That is my name. And you are the Gatekeeper from another world – the Painted Lady told me of you.'
Queen Cleopatra? Queen of what? Or where? It was dawning on Pyrgus that Forest Faerie were not at all what everybody thought them to be. They were very skilled at hiding themselves – and hiding what they had achieved. These were people who could live inside trees. They were practically a separate kingdom within his kingdom.
Queen Cleopatra turned those disquieting gold eyes back on to Pyrgus. 'I wish to bid you welcome – and meet with your sister. Is she with you?'
'I'm Princess Blue,' Blue said, stepping out. She'd been masked to some degree by Mr. Fogarty.
Cleopatra smiled at her warmly. 'The Painted Lady has told me a very great deal about you – more even than about the Gatekeeper here.'
It seemed a warm enough welcome, but there were a great many questions Pyrgus needed answered. Before he could ask any of them, Blue said, 'Where is Madame Cardui? She was with us a little while ago, but she seems to have disappeared.'
'She went ahead,' the Queen told her. 'She will be waiting for us in the Great Hall. We should go there now – there is much we need to talk about.'
'I don't do horses,' Mr Fogarty said at once. He looked at the Queen's own horse sourly.
Cleopatra glanced at him again. She looked puzzled, but her face cleared almost at once. 'Oh, for the journey?' She smiled. 'Gatekeeper, the Great Hall is closer than you think.'
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
'Hairstreak's sister?' Henry exclaimed. 'Why would the Purple Emperor go off and marry Hairstreak's sister?' Quercusia was quite good-looking for an older woman, but not that good-looking. A thought struck him. 'She's a Faerie of the Night, for heaven's sake.'
The endolg made that curious rippling movement that seemed to be a shrug. 'That's exactly why he married her – because she was a Faerie of the Night. And Hairstreak's sister. Politics, pure and simple. Apatura Iris thought an arranged marriage with somebody in Hairstreak's family might help bring the Faeries of the Night and the Faeries of the Light closer together. She might be a bit of a wagon, but it was better than civil' war. Besides, he didn't know she was bonkers when he married her.'
This was bad. This was very bad. This was very, very bad. Things had happened in the Realm that were almost impossible to believe, all of them bad for Pyrgus, all of them bad for Blue. (And all of them bad for Mr Fogarty, now Henry thought of it.) But at least they were still alive, although it sounded as if they'd only just survived; and if there was ever a time they needed him it was now. He couldn't quite get out of his head the vision he'd seen of them lying on a forest floor.