Lament: The Faerie Queen's Deception

“You certainly know how to make an entrance, don’t you? She has quite a retinue as well, though they’re a good deal less hairy than yours.”

I knew who I’d see before I turned. As in Una’s vision, Thomas the Rhymer had long, curly hair and eyes surrounded by laugh lines. He was long and skinny and wore a multicolored tunic, with dozens of buttons up the front, over a pair of close-fitting leather leggings. He looked up at me from his cross-legged perch on the ground, casting a long, long afternoon shadow that fell outside the mushroom circle.

I panted, relieved. “You’re here.”

He smiled at me, puzzled. “Of course I am. You are.”

“You know who I am?”

“Deirdre Monaghan. We all know your name now.” It was hard to imagine any harm coming from him. His words formed around broad Scottish vowels. “Even if I didn’t know your face, your ability to do that—” he gestured to the nearly invisible hounds circling the mushroom ring, “tells me who you are.”

I didn’t want to look stupid by asking him to clarify. I think he meant the fact that the hounds couldn’t pass into the circle. Or maybe he just meant the fact that I was being chased by a hundred of them. That was probably it.

“Is it true you can’t lie?”

“Yes. But, you know I’d say that if I could lie.” He shrugged and watched my long shadow; its edges shimmered as invisible bodies passed over the top of it, outside the circle. “Of course, I’ll let you look in my head if you like.”

It was tempting, but I didn’t feel like potentially adding the memories of a curly-haired prophet with a Scottish brogue to the ones I already had juggling around in my head. “I’ll take your word for it. Una—one of the Daoine Sidhe—told me I should talk to you, and showed me this place.”

“The Daoine Sidhe are not generally friendly with humans.” Thomas gestured to the ring of mushrooms. Aching with the effort of keeping the hounds out, I remembered the surge of power—the invincibility—I’d felt when I started Bucephalus’ engine, the darkness strong around me. If only the hounds had chosen to hunt me at night.

“But this was a good place to expect me to appear,” Thomas was saying as I dragged my attention back to him. “And it’s widely known that the Queen and I have had a falling out. Why do you think this faerie wanted you to talk to me?”

Inside, I felt a little prickle of dismay. “I was hoping it would be obvious.”

Thomas looked up at me, his fingers plucking absently at the grass by his legs. “So … what do you want to know?”

There were a thousand different possible answers to this question, but I went with the one that bothered me the most. “I want to know why she wants me dead. If she’d never messed with me, I would’ve never known what I could do.”

Thomas’ thin face was startled. “You think she wants you dead because you can do this?” He pointed to the hounds’ barely visible paws digging at the edge of the ring; my control of the circle was waning. “Child, your telekinesis is only a symptom of why she wants you dead. There are plenty of people out there who can move objects with their minds or set fire to a field without a match.”

I didn’t like the word symptom. Diseases had symptoms. “Symptom of what?”

“Didn’t you ever wonder at the coincidence, that you and the Faerie Queen should be in such proximity? That a host of faeries should suddenly be on your doorstep?”

I felt foolish. “I—uh—guess I just thought there were a lot of faeries.”

“They’re here because of you. Faeries aren’t like humans; Their realm and Their bodies don’t really have fixed locations, like humans.”

I seized the chance to look like I wasn’t clueless. “You mean how some of Them use the energy of a storm, or a person, to appear.”

Thomas nodded his approval; it made his curls bounce. I fought the urge to reach out and sproing one of them. “Exactly. Faeries are drawn to a certain sort of energy, and They move like satellites around that energy. The realm of Faerie centers around one person, the monarch—usually a human—who radiates that energy.”

It was starting to make sense, so I finished the thought. “So she kills anyone else who pulls Them like she does.”

He nodded. “And your telekinesis is just a side effect of that energy.”

“So, is she here? I mean, close to here? Or is she back in Ireland? I mean, she’s human, right? So she shouldn’t be pulled by my—what did you call it—my energy?”

“They call humans like you ‘cloverhands.’ You know, because clover draws faeries as well.” Thomas shook his head. “And no, she’s drawn to you, just as I am—the more time we spend in Faerie, the more we become like Them, and that means we’re attracted to the cloverhands. And yes, she’s close, and getting closer all the time, as you get stronger and as Solstice gets closer. She won’t be able to avoid manifesting in your presence as soon as the veil is at its thinnest.”

It was a terrifying thought; I pushed it to the back of my head for later contemplation. “Does that mean that Luke Dillon was drawn to me, too? You know who he is, don’t you?”

Thomas’ eyes were grim, incongruous with the laugh lines around them. “The Queen’s gallowglass? Everyone knows who he is. And no, he doesn’t live in Faerie, so he’s not corrupted like the other humans in Faerie are. We live with the faeries to keep from dying, but doing so gives us their weaknesses as well. Luke Dillon doesn’t need to live among Them to stay young like I do—he cannot grow old.” His face was troubled. “There is rumor that he loves you.”

I swallowed.

“And that you love him. That’s a fool’s game, child.”

“I didn’t choose to.” My voice was unintentionally frosty. “I didn’t choose to be this—cloverhand—either. It’s friggin’ unfair, if you ask me. I’m not keen on dying, so she steals my best friend and Luke? How is that fair?”

Thomas lay down on the grass, eye to eye with one of the hounds staring into the circle; they were far more visible than they had been before. “Don’t blame me. I’m just a scholar; I’ve already gotten my hand slapped for disagreeing with her over matters of life and death. There’s a reason I’m sitting in a ring of mushrooms, talking with her latest enemy, instead of fawning on her arm.”