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s as though you were one of them instead of one of us。〃
〃Now； now；〃 said Alachia。 〃Let's be fair。 Aina has always been very forthright about what she believes in。 She has never challenged the authority of the Tirs。 Nor has she sought temporal power for herself。 I prefer to think that she has been terribly misled and will someday see her error and e back to us。〃
I looked at Caimbeui； trying hard riot to lose what little I'd had to eat in the last few days。 The expression on his face was shocked； then suspicious。 Yet； still he didn't speak up。 What was wrong with him？
〃Alachia is right； of course；〃 said Lady Brane。 〃What other proof do you have that the Enemy is near？〃
〃Dreams；〃 I said； hoping she would understand the importance of this。 〃And the certain knowledge that one of the most powerful of them is already among us。〃
〃And where is this dread creature？〃 asked Alachia。
〃I know not；〃 I said。 〃Only that he is here now。 He has contacted me。〃
〃And why would it bother to e for you？〃
〃Because；〃 I said。 〃It knows me。 I am the one it wants。〃
〃And you are so special？〃
〃Yes；〃 I said。 〃You should remember。 It was the monster who marked me so many millennia ago。〃
I thought I saw Alachia go a little paler。 Lady Brane seemed a bit confused； and I suspected there was much that Alachia had left out of her history lessons。
〃How do you know for certain that it is this one？〃 Alachia asked。 〃This could be the work of another Elder。 You have your enemies； my dear。〃
My eyes narrowed。 〃I know of no enemy of mine who would use such matters for the Game。 That would be a gross breach of etiquette。 No； it is he。〃
〃But what would you have us do about it？〃 Alachia asked。 〃It seems that this is really your problem。〃
〃Now； perhaps；〃 I said。 〃But it means they can get through。 We are not safe any more。 We must prepare for them； and also curtail our use of magic。〃
Lady Brane came out of her chair。 〃Stop using magic？ Now I think you are the one who is mad；〃 she said。 〃I hardly think one of these creatures is a serious enough threat to us。 You are terribly powerful。 Why don't you just kill it？〃
〃I've tried；〃 I said bleakly。 〃I thought I had rid the world of him long ago。 But I was mistaken。 That is why it is vital for us to put a stop to them now… before they get a better foothold in the world。〃
〃How are you going to stop everyone from using magic？〃 asked Lady Brane。
〃It isn't small magics that are the danger。 It's the great acts that draw them。 The Great Ghost Dance。 The Veil； I'm certain； is creating a pull。 While it will protect you from them； it will also bring them like carrion to a carcass。〃
〃Not a very appetizing thought；〃 muttered Alachia。
〃You know what a danger they are；〃 I said。 〃Why haven't you told her？〃
〃I have told her。 But I've also told her we dealt successfully with them before。〃
Caimbeui and I both laughed…harsh and sarcastic。
〃Did Alachia tell you what was done to survive？〃 I asked Lady Brane。
〃Not yet；〃 Alachia said coldly。 〃What difference does it make now？ We survived。〃
〃Do you thi'nk Aithne would agree with you？〃 I asked。
〃Perhaps。 Perhaps not。 But he would no doubt agree with me long before he would agree with you。〃
I turned away and walked to a small tray set up in one er of the room。 Bottles filled with amber； gold； and red liquid glowed softly。 I picked one at random and splashed a healthy amount into one of the cut crystal glasses。 It burned going down。 Irish whiskey。
〃I have a proposal；〃 said Lady Brane。 〃Though I am inclined with Alachia to think you are overestimating the threat of this creature； I do not wish to pletely disregard your warning。 You are； after all； one of the Elders。 And you have not meddled in our affairs unnecessarily。
〃So I suggest that you go to Tir Tairngire。 Though we are at cross…purposes with them in many things； this matter could certainly constitute a danger that concerns the entire elver nation。 If you can convince the Elders there that the threat is real； then I shall lend you any support you might need。〃
A politician's answer； but better than none。 Or an unequivocal 〃no。〃
〃Thank you； Lady Brane；〃 I said。 〃I see the Tir chose well in you。〃
A little flattery never hurt。
〃Yes；〃 said Alachia。 〃I knew you would do the right thing。 And Aina； do say hello to Aithne Oakforest for me。〃
The sky is blue as a robin's egg。 Blue as only a summer's day can be。 Blue as the eyes of her child。
Where is her child？ He should be here。 No； that was long ago。 He's dead now。
Then why does she hear his voice？
Momma； she hears。 Momma； where are you？
Here I am。
Then she sees him。 The rotting corpse shuffling to her with outstretched arms。 And she runs to embrace him。
〃Well； that went pretty well； I thought；〃 said Caimbeul。
We were sitting in the Dublin International Airport waiting for our flight to Tir Tairngire。 Well； we weren't going directly to the Tir。 I wanted to stop over in Austin and take care of a few things there first。 Rubbing my eyes； I tried not to snap at him。 How he could have thought things were going well was beyond me。
Oh； we were certainly given the royal treatment。 But underneath I could feel the tension。 The hostility。 Things were changing and the Seelie Court knew it。 They just didn't want to face what was happening。 And he'd said barely a word the whole time。
But isn't that always the way of it？ We hate change。 Consider it the enemy。 Yet it is the one con…start in our lives。
I pushed an impatient hand through my hair； which had grown out just enough to be a nuisance。 Sticking out every which way。 Even in these dire times； I was vain enough to be concerned about my appearance。 Or maybe it came from spending so much time alone with Caimbeul。
Had it really been almost two hundred years since we'd been together？ I wondered at the thought that time could slip away so quickly。 Why didn't I do something to stop it？ I shook my head。
Stop what？ Stop us from hurting each other？ Stop us from being who we were？
〃Something wrong？〃 Caimbeui asked。
〃No；〃 I replied。 〃Nothing much。 I was just。。。 remembering。〃
His eyes were bright and curious。 Oh； Caimbeui； you wicked creature to make me remember such things。
〃Paris？〃 he asked。 〃That cafe on the Rue Saint…Jacques。。。 what was it called？〃
〃Well； Monsieur Rimbaud called it 'L'Academic d'Abomphe。' But I can't remember what it was really called。〃
He laughed。 〃I almost had a heart attack when I saw you there。 You were wearing the most peculiar outfit。。。〃
〃It wasn't peculiar。 It was the height of fashion。
Besides； I had to keep people more concerned with my dress than my nature。 Unlike you； it hasn't always been easy for me to pass through human foci…ety。 The color of my skin made it difficult at best。 And my hair。。。 I guess those are things people might remember。〃
〃I remember；〃 he said。 His voice was soft； and suddenly it was as if we were all alone。 That was a gift of his； making you feel as though you were the only person in the world。 〃The dress you wore was