“All is well, you are fine.” Windwolf murmured, holding her.
“I felt so helpless. There was nothing I could do to hurt it. I wish I could do the things you do.”
“You can. I gave you that ability when I made you a Wind Clan domana.”
“I know, I know, I have the genetic key to the Wind Clan Spell Stones.” Which was how the monster sucked power through her. “What I don’t know is how to use the Spell Stones. I want to learn.”
“I was wrong not to teach you earlier.” He took her hand. “I allow myself to be distracted from my duties to you at Aum Renau; I should have started to teach you then.”
“You’ll teach me now?”
“Tomorrow we will start your lessons,” he kissed her knuckles. “You will also have to learn how to use a sword.”
“Shooting practice with a gun would probably be more useful.”
“The sword is for your peers, not your enemies. Currently you have the queen’s protection. No one can call insult on you or challenge you to a duel. But that protection will not last forever.”
“Pfft, like random violence solves anything.”
“True, it rarely does, but you need to know how to protect yourself and your beholden.”
She made another noise of disgust. “What you elves—” she saw the look on his face and amended it to— “we elves call civilized. Can I still have the gun?”
“Yes, beloved, you may have the gun too. I will find comfort knowing you can defend yourself.”
“Especially with a monster running around that sees me as some kind of power drink.” She winced at her tone — he wasn’t the one she was upset with.
“Reinforcements should be arriving soon, but until then Pittsburgh will not be safe.”
“What reinforcements?”
“After you and Little Horse were kidnapped, I realized that there were more oni in the area than Sparrow previously led me to believe. I sent for reinforcements; the Queen is sending troops via airship from Easternlands. They should arrive shortly. Unfortunately, this will pull the Fire clan and the probably the Stone clan into the fight — which is why I’m thinking of you learning how to use a sword.”
“Why is it a bad thing that other clans are going to help fight the oni? Isn’t this everyone’s problem?”
“We hold only what we can protect.” Windwolf squeezed her hand; she wasn’t sure if it was to comfort her or to seek comfort for himself. “By admitting that we need help, we have put our monopoly on Pittsburgh at risk. The other clans might want part of the city for services rendered in fixing this problem. The humans will fall under someone else’s rule.”
“You’ve got to be kidding! Why?”
“Because we can not protect all of Pittsburgh from the oni. The Crown will mediate a compromise.”
“Couldn’t your father — as head of the Wind clan — have sent us help?”
“He has. He sent domana to Aum Renau and the other East Coast settlements. It is a great comfort to me to know that they are protected. The domana aren’t that numerous, and the clans that can help are limited to those who have spell stones within range of Pittsburgh.”
“This is all my fault,” Tinker whispered.
“Hush, this battle is part of a war that started before even I was born.”
She snuggled against him, logic failing to squash the guilty feeling inside of her. She was distracted, however, by something very hard under her. “Do you have something in your pocket? Or are you just happy to see me?”
“What? Oh, yes.” Windwolf pulled a small fabric bundle out of his pants pocket. “This is for you.”
“What’s this?” Tinker eyed it tentatively. Accepting a similar package from Windwolf had indicated her acceptance of his marriage proposal — when she didn’t realize the significance of his gift. She still had mixed feelings about being married to Windwolf. As a lover, Windwolf was all that she would want — warm, gentle, and caring wrapped in a sexy body — and she loved him deeply.
It was the whole marriage thing — having someone else’s will and future joined to hers. They were building ‘their home’ for ‘their people’ and someday, maybe, ‘their children.’ Being the Viceroy’s wife, too, came with more responsibilities than she wanted; people were entrusting her with their lives. So far, the good outweighed the bad — but with elves “till death do us part” meant a very long time.
“Before the Queen summoned me from Pittsburgh, I ordered clothes and jewelry to be made for you. I know that they are not of the style you might pick for yourself. It is important, though, that you look your best in front of the crown and the other clans.”
“Okay.” She pulled loose the bow and unwrapped the fabric. Inside were four small velvet pouches with drawstring pulls. She opened the first to the glitter of gems. “Oh!”
She gasped as she poured diamonds out into her palm. Over a foot of necklace studded with pea-sized diamonds. “Oh my! They’re gorgeous!”
As she lifted them up, the afternoon sun prismed into a million tiny rainbows.
“They will look lovely against your skin.” Windwolf dropped a kiss on her throat.
The second bag spilled rubies into her hand like fire, but as she lifted up the strand, it reminded her of the red ribbon in her dream. The third bag held a matching bracelet.
“They’re beautiful,” she said truthfully, but still put them away.
The fourth bag held a pearl necklace. She couldn’t keep the dismay off her face.
“You don’t like them?”
“I had a bad dream after the beast knocked me out. I was looking for something in a forest with this woman. She had a long red ribbon tied around her eyes and on the other end of it, was a pearl necklace.”
She’d wanted him to say “it was just a dream,” but instead he said, “Tell me all of your dream.”
“Why?”
“Sometimes dreams are warnings. It is not wise to ignore them.”
So she said, “It was just a dream.” How could he rebuke her so easily with just his eyes? “I’m still me. I’m still mostly human — not elf. I would know by now if I had the ability to see the future.”
“In elves it is carried by the female line; being that humans and elves can interbreed with fertile results, we must be very similar.” He put away the pearl necklace. “It is the nature of magic to splinter things down to possibilities. Even humans without magic can see where the splintering will happen, and the possible outcomes. Humans call it an ‘educated guess.’ In the past, where magic would leak through natural gates from Elfhome to Earth, there were often temples with oracles predicting the future.”
“So it doesn’t matter if I’m mostly human or partly elf?”
“Tell me your dream.” Windwolf ran the back of his hand lightly down her cheek.
So she described what she could remember. “Both women are someone I know but not really. Movie stars or something like that — I’ve only seen pictures of them.”
“Both women wore blindfolds? The intanyei seyosa wears one when she’s predicting. It helps block out things that would distract her from her visions, but also it is a badge of her office.”
Tinker remembered then her one encounter with the Queen’s intanyei seyosa, Pure Radiance. The oracle had worn a white dress and red blindfold.
“So I’m dreaming that they’re dreaming? That’s very Escher-esque.”
Windwolf looked confused.
“Escher is a human artist that my grandfather liked; his pictures are all tricks of perspective.”
“I see.”
“Well, I don’t. What does it mean?” She prodded the bags with a finger. “That you were going to give me jewelry? What is so dangerous about the necklaces?”
“Dreams are rarely straightforward. Most likely the necklaces represent something else.”
“Like what?”
“I do not know, but it might be wise to find out.”