Лорел Гамильтон - Seduced by Moonlight

«You do not know it,» Doyle said.

«No, I don't know it. But I feel it. It's a bad idea.»

«Everyone agrees it's a bad idea, Galen,» I said.

«Then why do it?»

«To find out what Taranis wants,» Doyle said, «in the least dangerous way.»

«If going to the Seelie Court and standing next to the King of Light and Illusion is the least dangerous way, I'd like to know what the most dangerous way would be.»

Doyle finally stood and walked toward Galen, who was still pacing the kitchen. He stopped the pacing by simply standing in front of Galen, forcing him to stand still. They stood and looked at each other, and for the first time I felt something between them. Some test of wills that had happened with Doyle and Frost, Doyle and Rhys, but never Galen.

«The most dangerous way would be if we refused Taranis's invitation and gave him an excuse to call Meredith out for a duel.»

«It's been centuries since anyone's dueled over matters of court etiquette,» Rhys said.

«Yes,» Doyle said, but his gaze never left Galen. For the first time I was aware that Galen and Doyle were the same height, and Galen's shoulders were actually a touch broader. «But it is still an acceptable reason to give challenge. If Taranis wants Merry dead, it would be perfect. She could not refuse him outright, because to do so would force her into exile. A sidhe noble who refuses challenge, for whatever reason, is branded a coward, and cowards cannot rule at either court.»

Galen's shoulders rounded a little, as if he slumped. «He wouldn't dare.»

«He released the Nameless to slay one sidhe woman, for fear she would whisper his secret. I think Taranis would dare anything.»

«I didn't think.» Galen started.

«No,» Doyle said, «you did not.»

Galen stepped back from him. «Fine, I'm stupid, I don't understand court politics, and I don't understand being that devious. I'm useless at strategy, but I'm still scared for Merry to go into the Seelie Court.»

Doyle gripped his arm. «We are all worried about that.»

They had a moment when their eyes met, and then it was okay between them again. Had Galen been challenging Doyle in small ways for a while, and I just hadn't noticed, or had this been the first? As challenges went, it was mild, but even a mild challenge from Galen was something I'd never seen. He just wasn't a leader. He didn't want to be. But for fear of my safety he'd stood up to Doyle.

I went to Galen and hugged him from behind. He rubbed his hands over my arms, sliding the silk of my robe up so he could touch my skin. He was wearing only the dress slacks he'd started the day in, so that I had the warm skin of his stomach against my hands. «I can't tell you it will be all right, Galen, but we're going to do our best to have enough muscle and political allies on our side to make even Taranis hesitate.»

«I don't like that part of the plan, either,» Galen said. «You cannot agree to sleep with all the half-goblins.»

I started to pull away from him, and he caught my hands, held me pressed against his stomach. «Please, Merry, please, don't be mad.»

«I'm not mad, Galen, but I am not going to argue about this with anyone else. I mean it. We have our plan, it's the best we can do, and that is that.» I pulled my hands out of his grip, and he didn't fight me. I turned to Doyle. «The chalice complicates things, but it doesn't really change anything.»

He gave a small nod. «As you say.»

«What if Merry keeps the chalice on the grounds that the Goddess gave it to her?» Nicca said. He'd gone to kneel by the table so he could look at the goblet more closely.

«I don't think divine intervention is a good enough reason,» Rhys said.

«But it is our tradition,» Nicca said. «They may have messed the story up and confused it with other stories, but Whosoever pulls this sword out of the stone is rightful king is still true. The Ard-Ris of Ireland had a stone that would cry out at the touch of the rightful king.»

«There are those who believe that when the Ard-Ri was no longer chosen by the stone, that is when the Irish lost to the English,» Doyle said. «They forsook their heritage, their great magic, and the line of true kings was broken.»

I looked at him. «I didn't know you had Fenian leanings.»

«You do not have to be a Fenian to understand that the English have tried to destroy the Irish through any means—political, cultural, even agricultural. The Scots were treated badly, but the Irish have always been the special whipping boys of the English.»

«The Irish fight among themselves, that's why they keep coming up short,» Rhys said.

Doyle gave him an unfriendly look.

«It's the truth, Doyle, they're still killing each other over who crosses themselves when they bend a knee to the Christian God. You don't see the Scots, or the Welsh, slaughtering each other over a matter not of which god they pray to, but of how they pray to the very same God. I mean, that's a crazy reason to kill each other.»

Doyle let out a breath, then said, «The Irish have always been a hard people.»

«Hard, and melancholy,» Rhys said. «They make the Welsh look cheerful.»

Doyle actually smiled. «Aye.»

«Can Merry actually claim the right to keep the chalice on the grounds that it chose her?» Galen asked. «I'm not old enough to remember anybody getting to be king because some stone cried out, so will this actually work?»

«It should work,» Doyle said, «but I can't say that the Seelie Court will bow to tradition. It has been so long since the great relics have been among us that many have forgotten how we acquired them in the first place.»

«Forgotten because they wish to forget,» Nicca said.

«Perhaps, but just saying Meredith owns the vessel because it came to her from the hand of the Goddess Herself will take some convincing.»

«How do I prove that the Goddess gave me the goblet?» I asked.

Doyle waved a hand at the table. «The fact that we have the goblet is the proof.»

«We prove that the Goddess gave me the chalice by simply having the chalice in my possession?» I asked.

«Yes.»

«Isn't that a circular argument?»

«Yes,» he said.

«I don't think they're going to buy that.»

«I am open to suggestions,» Doyle said. Doyle was the master strategist, so whenever he asked for suggestions on a plan, it made me nervous. When he didn't know what we were doing for certain, it didn't usually bode well.

«Whatever we decide, Merry must keep the chalice,» Nicca said, «and that means that our queen can't have it, either.»

«Oh, shit,» Rhys said. «I hadn't thought of that.»

I looked at Doyle. «You talked about spies, but that's really why you don't want her to know, isn't it?»

He sighed. «Let us just say that I do not know what she will do when she finds out. The reappearance of the chalice was most unexpected, and the method by which you gained it is also unexpected.» He shrugged. «I do not know what she will do, and I do not like not knowing. It is dangerous not to know.»

«I'm only her heir if I get pregnant before Cel gets someone else pregnant. She's still my queen, and if she demands the cup of me, I'm duty-bound to give it to her, aren't I?»

Doyle seemed to think for a moment, then nodded. «I believe so, yes.»

«Merry must keep the chalice,» Nicca said.

«You keep saying that,» Rhys said. «Why are you so sure of it?»

«It vanished once because we weren't worthy to keep it. What if Merry hands it over to someone else who isn't worthy, and it goes away again?»

«I think our queen would allow Merry to keep the chalice on that logic alone,» Doyle said. «She would not risk the loss of it again.»

«If Taranis forces us to give him the chalice and it vanishes again,» Galen said, «then it would be the ultimate proof that he isn't worthy to lead.»