Dead and Gone (Sookie Stackhouse #9)(30)
Author: Charlaine Harris

"It would take hours to explain our whole lineage," Claude said, but he wasn’t dismissing me. He was simply stating a fact. "We come from the line of fairies that claims kinship to the sky. Our grandfather, your great-grandfather, is one of the few surviving members of our royal family."

"He’s a prince," I said, because that was one of the few facts I knew.Prince Charming. Prince Valiant. Prince of the City . The title carried a lot of weight.

"Yes. There is another prince, Breandan." Claude pronounced it "Bren-DAWN." Diantha had mentioned Breandan. "He is the son of Niall’s older brother, Rogan. Rogan claimed kinship to the sea, and from there his influence spread to all bodies of water. Rogan recently has gone to the Summerlands."

"Dead," Claudine translated before she took a bite of her chicken.

Claude shrugged. "Yes, Rogan’s dead. He was the only one who could rein in Breandan. And you should know, Breandan’s the one who – " But Claude stopped in midsentence, because his sister had her hand clamped down on his arm. A woman who was feeding a little boy French fries looked over at us curiously, her attention attracted by Claudine’s sudden gesture. Claudine gave Claude a look that could blister paint. He nodded, removed his arm from her grip, and began to speak again. "Breandan disagrees very strongly with Niall about policy. He …"

The twins looked at each other. Finally Claudine nodded.

"Breandan believes all the humans with fairy blood should be eradicated. He believes every time one of us mates with a human, we lose some of our magic."

I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the lump of fear that had risen to block it. "So Breandan’s an enemy. Any more royalty on Niall’s side?" I asked in a choked voice.

"A less-than-prince. His title doesn’t translate," Claude said. "Our father, Dillon son of Niall, and his first wife, Branna. Our mother is Binne. If Niall goes to the Summerlands, Dillon will replace him as prince. But of course he must wait."

The names were unfamiliar. The first one sounded almost like Dylan, the second sounded like BEE-nah. "Spell those, please," I said, and Claudine said, "B-I-N-N-E. D-I-L-L-O-N. Niall didn’t live happily with Branna, and it took him a long time to love our father, Dillon. Niall preferred his half-human sons." She smiled at me to reassure me that humans were okay with her, I guess.

Niall had told me once I was his only living relative. But that wasn’t true. Niall was definitely swayed by emotion, not facts. I needed to remember that. Claude and Claudine didn’t seem to blame Niall’s partiality on me, to my huge relief.

"So who’s on Breandan’s side?" I asked.

"Dermot," said Claudine. She looked at me expectantly.

I knew that name. I struggled to remember where I’d heard it.

"He’s my grandfather Fintan’s brother," I said slowly. "Niall’s other son by Einin. But he’s half human." Einin had been a human woman seduced by Niall centuries ago. (She’d thought he was an angel, which gives you some idea how good fairies can look when they don’t need to look human.) My half-human great-uncle was trying to kill his dad?

"Did Niall tell you that Fintan and Dermot were twins?" Claude asked.

"No," I said, astonished.

"Dermot was the younger by a few minutes. The twins were not identical, you understand," he said. He was enjoying my ignorance. "They were …" He paused, looked baffled. "I don’t know the right term," he said.

"Fraternal. Okay, interesting, but so?"

"Actually," Claudine said, looking down intently at her chicken, "your brother, Jason, is the spitting image of Dermot."

"Are you suggesting that … What are you suggesting?" I was ready to be indignant, once I knew why.

"We’re only telling you that this is why Niall has been naturally inclined to favor you over your brother," Claude said. "Niall loved Fintan, but Dermot defied Niall at every turn. He openly rebelled against our grandfather and pledged his loyalty to Breandan, though Breandan despises him. In addition to Dermot’s resemblance to Jason, which is only a quirk of genes, Dermot is an ass**le like Jason. You can see why Niall doesn’t claim kinship with your brother."

I felt a moment’s pity for Jason until my common sense woke me up. "So Niall has enemies besides Breandan and Dermot?"

"They have their own followers and associates, including a few assassins."

"But your dad and your mom are on Niall’s side?"

"Yes. Others are, too, of course. All of us sky people."

"So I have to watch out for any approaching fairies, and they might attack me at any time because I’m Niall’s blood."

"Yes. The fae world is too dangerous. Especially now. That’s one reason we live in the human world." Claude glanced at Claudine, who was wolfing chicken nuggets like she’d been starving.

Claudine swallowed, patted her mouth with the paper napkin, and said, "Here’s the most important point." She popped in another nugget and glanced at Claude, signaling him to take over.

"If you see someone who looks like your brother, but isn’t …" Claude said.

Claudine swallowed. "Run like hell," she advised.

Chapter 9

I drove home more confused than ever. Though I loved mygreat-grandfather as much as I could on our short acquaintance … and I was absolutely ready to love him even more, and I was willing to back him up to the limit because we were kin … I still didn’t know how to fight this war, or how to dodge it, either. Fairies did not want to be known to the human world, and they never would. They weren’t like the wereanimals or the vampires, who wanted to share in the planet with us. There was much less reason for the fairies to keep in line with human policies and rules. They could do anything they wished and vanish back into their secret place.

For about the millionth time, I wished I had a normal great-grandfather instead of this improbable, glorious, and inconvenient fairy prince version.

Then I was ashamed of myself. I should be happy for what I’d been given. I hoped God hadn’t noticed my lapse of appreciation.

I’d already had a busy day, and it was only two o’clock. This wasn’t shaping up to be my normal day off. Usually I did laundry, cleaned house, went to the store, read, paid bills… . But today was so pretty I wanted to stay outside. I wanted to work on something that would allow me to think at the same time. There sure was plenty to mull over.

I looked at the flower beds around the house and decided to weed. This was my least-favorite chore, maybe because it was the one I’d often been assigned as a child. Gran had believed we should be brought up to work. It was in her honor that I tried to keep the flower beds looking nice, and now I sighed and made up my mind to get the job done. I’d start with the bed by the driveway, on the south side of the house.