Gillian Summers - The goblin's curse

Around her were signs of a similar spirit as the faire workers pitched in to help each other. The faire folk were family, maybe not by blood, but by choice and circumstance.

It wasn’t until after midnight that the last remnants of the fire were under control. The jousting arena had been turned to ashes. The Silver Bough Company would have to perform its demonstrations in the parking lot until the embers cooled.

Keelie trudged back to Green Lady Herbs with Janice and Raven, thinking this was getting really old.

Dad joined them just as they neared the shop. Janice stopped walking a moment, overcome with emotion at the sight of her little cottage unharmed.

Dad was dirty and his hair was loose, his ear tips exposed. “Thank you for letting Keelie stay with you, but she’ll sleep at Sir Davey’s tonight.”

“She helped me save my shop. I couldn’t have done it without her,” Janice said.

“Can’t she stay with us?” Raven asked.

Dad shook his head. Keelie sensed that something was off about him. For one thing, he never showed his ear tips around humans, even Janice and Raven who knew about the elves.

“Keelie, thank you for all of your help,” Janice said. Her cap was askew, and her face ashen and smudged with dirt.

Keelie wiped her hands over the forehead. Dirt and smoke came off in her hands. “I think I need a shower.”

“Let’s head to the RV.” Dad rubbed his eyes with the palm of his sooty hands.

“Be careful, especially around Vangar.” Janice hugged Keelie.

“We’ll be fine,” Keelie said.

Walking back to the performer’s campground, exhausted and desperately wanting to feel hot water sluicing down her body, Keelie yearned for Sir Davey’s RV and its expansive luxury spa bathroom.

“Keelie, I hope you didn’t say anything to Janice about the goblins?” Dad asked.

“No, we didn’t have time to talk.” Keelie frowned. “Why don’t you want her to know about the goblins? She knows you’re an elf. “

“Things have changed. The battle in the Northwoods has convinced the elves that the less we interact with humans, the better. For the Ren Faires there’ll be little change, but even so, the less humans know, the better.”

Keelie stopped. “It’s wrong, Dad. I think we should be more open, not less. Why can’t humans know about elves, anyway?”

Dad shook his head. He seemed so standoffish right now.

“We’ll argue about this later. Once I drop you off at Sir Davey’s, I must meet with the elves.”

“Again? It’s the middle of the night.” Keelie dropped her sarcastic tone and placed a hand on his sooty shoulder. “Dad, you need to rest too. You’re getting a little loopy.”

Dad hugged her. “Later.” They had reached the edge of the campground, and he left her standing among the parked cars. Thomas the Glass Blower waved to Dad as he walked toward the woodland path leading to the elven camp.

Feeling abandoned, Keelie went inside the RV for her much-needed shower. She’d get some sleep and clear her head. Two fires in two nights was not a coincidence. Someone in the faire was an arsonist, and he or she had to be stopped.

Four hours later, Keelie threw her pillow at the goblin tree in the corner of the RV’s living area. “Shut up.”

She’d gotten two hours of sleep before the tree had started singing pub songs about wenches. Loudly.

Oh, the pretty lass was quite the wench.

But she never washed, she had a stench.

It added more verses as it went along, and it was clearly no Grammy hopeful.

Keelie sat up. “We should have known not to put that tree where it could hear Tarl and the mud men.”

Knot meowed angrily, walked over to the little angry tree, and unsheathed his claws. “Meow firewood.”

“Threaten me all you want, stinky cat, but you don’t scare me,” the goblin tree shouted out loud. It pushed its face though its bark and stuck its green tongue out at Knot.

Keelie lowered herself back onto the sofa, hoping to go back to sleep.

“I saw you naked when you showered,” the tree continued. “I sent the image to all the trees around the mountain.”

Keelie blushed with embarrassment. “Silly tree. There’s a lot of serious stuff happening here. Besides, I don’t care. What do trees care about naked people?” But it gave her pause that the tree had spoken aloud. It was growing in power.

Keelie couldn’t stay in the RV another moment with the obnoxious thing. If she’d had the Compendium, she would’ve used a silence spell on it and then, just in case, sent out a forget-it spell to the trees so they wouldn’t remember the image of her naked.

A wave of regret washed over her as she remembered the Compendium. Cricket climbed on top of her head, as if sensing her sadness.

Keelie’s tree sense kicked in. Hrok?

Lady Keliel, your father is still in the elven village, and he will be so for many hours. He says you need to rest.

Thank you, Hrok. She paused. Hrok, can you sense the goblins? Are they near the entrance to Under-the-Hill?

No, milady. They have moved, but we do not know where. We sense they are near.

Yesterday, you told me that the goblins are your friends. I find it hard to believe that a tree could say that.

Oh yes. We like them very much.

Later, Hrok.

Keelie abruptly ended the conversation. She’d have to be careful talking to trees about goblins if they thought the goblins were their friends. Something was badly wrong with them, and with Dad too. She thought about her actions the past two days, but couldn’t think of anything strange about herself other than bone weariness and a growing hatred for the smell of woodsmoke. Whatever was going on, it was affecting more than tree shepherds.

A knock at the door interrupted Keelie’s thoughts.

“Hey, Human. Somebody is at the door. Can you ask them if they have some fertilizer? It will be an improvement over the company in this place.” The goblin tree swatted a branch at Knot as he strolled past on his way to the door.

Knot hissed and smacked the air in front of the pot.

Keelie needed a shovel to bury… no, to replant the tree in some clean, nourishing soil that might help with its attitude. Maybe a personality transplant could be done too.

She opened the door of the RV, blinking in the bright daylight that streamed in. Outside, Lily Limerton was looking up at her. She wore a T-shirt and jeans, and looked like a mundane except for the fake glittery wings still on her back.

“Finch said she needs to see you in her office,” Lily announced.

“When?”

“Like an hour ago,” Lily Limerton said. “I got lost.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thanks. I don’t want to make her mad. She scares me.”

“Me too.” Keelie wondered if she and the fairy girl could become friends. She seemed nice when she wasn’t in character.

Lily pursed her lips and rocked back on her heels. “You know, I shouldn’t ask, but I was wondering, since you and Sean aren’t together right now, if it would be okay if I went out with him?”

Keelie felt as if she’d been knee-punched in the stomach. How had word gotten out so quickly? Forget the part about being friends. “Sean is a big boy,” she managed to say.

“Thanks.” Lily smiled. “Hob said you were scary, but I don’t see it.”

“Hob said that about me?” Maybe she and Finch hadn’t been as discreet about their investigation as they’d thought.

“He doesn’t seem to like you.”

“I don’t know why.” Keelie felt miffed. Hob had certainly pretended to like her.

“See you later,” Lily Limerton waved, spun around, and walked away, almost skipping.

Keelie slammed the door.

“Sounds like Hob and I need to have a drink together,” the goblin tree said.