The House Of Gaian (14 page)

“That’s not why she left,” the woman snapped.

“Now, now,” one of the other matriarch’s said, patting her friend’s hand while giving Selena a sly look. “

Perhaps the new Lady of the Moon can use her power to help the Brightwood Clan.”

“How so?” For a moment, Selena thought it was the sun on her skin that made her feel overheated. Then she realized it was temper bubbling
under
the skin that made her feel too warm. She gritted her teeth as she made the effort to bank the branch of fire.

“Since your loyalty is to the Fae now, and since you know how to deal with witches ... Well, we’d heard there are more witches than
we
need in the Old Place here. You could command one of them to go to Brightwood and assume her rightful duties.”

“And what duties might those be?”

‘To anchor the magic that keeps Brightwood’s shining road open, of course. It’s the least you could do after cheating Dianna out of—“

“I cheated Dianna out of nothing,” Selena said sharply, feeling the heat rise inside her. “I ascended because I could meet the gift on its own terms, because
I
was what it needed. The witches who live in the Old Place that anchors your Clan’s territory
are a family
. I would have thought even the Fae could understand that bond. They have no desire to leave their home or their land, and if any of them did, she would go to a place of her own choosing. The Fae have no right to dictate what one of the Mother’s Daughters does or doesn’t do. You have no say except among your own people. And you obviously have no understanding of why the Huntress came into being.”

The old woman’s face reddened with anger. “And you’re going to tell us?”

“The Huntress is the Queen of the Witches because she is their protector. So if you think I’ll use my power to force a witch to live someplace against her will for your convenience, you’d better think again.

And if
you
try to force a witch against her will, I won’t be going after her. I’ll be hunting
you
.“

Gwynith, who was sitting beside her, gasped.

The matriarchs muttered angrily under their breath. The one who faced Selena looked ready to explode.

“It is because of creatures like you that we leave half-breed spawn in the human world.”

Selena burst out laughing. “You must have missed a few.”

Hearing Gwynith’s stifled moan, she tried to rein in her amusement, mostly because she could feel sharp bitterness and anger under the laughter. The dream came back, swelling her temper. She stood up abruptly, needing to get away from these people before she lashed out at them.

As she stepped away from the table, a man strode into the courtyard. Combined with his black hair and gray eyes, he had a face and body that would make a woman’s pulse jump under other circumstances.

Now she just looked at him and wondered how many women he had seduced and how many half-breed spawns
he
had abandoned in the human world.

“Mother’s mercy,” Gwynith whispered.

One of the matriarch’s looked over and said with a note of triumph in her voice, “Lucian! Come meet the new Lady of the Moon.”

He strode over until he faced her, with barely an arm’s length between them.

“What sort of witch tricks did you use to steal my sister’s rightful place?” he demanded.

Her temper spiked, barely held in check now. “Be very careful, Fae Lord,” she said softly.

“Careful? A wiccanfae bitch usurps the power of one of the Fae, and you’re telling
me
to be careful? Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t really care as long as you get out of my way—and stay out of my way.”

“I am the Lord of the Sun, the Lord of Fire. I am the Lightbringer. And I lead the Fae.”

“Then I fail to see why my presence is such a terrible insult,” Selena snapped.

“The wiccanfae have no place among us—and they have no place in Tir Alainn.”

“Then you should leave.”

Lucian stared at her until her control frayed to the breaking point.

“I am Fae,” Selena said, “and I am a Daughter of the House of Gaian. So that would make me one of the wiccanfae. But if I am wiccanfae, Lord of
Fire
, what did you think
you
are?”

“What?”

“Fire is a branch of the Great Mother. It isn’t a Fae gift. The only way you could command fire is if you’

re a descendant of at least one person who was from the House of Gaian.”

“You lie!” Lucian shouted. “I. Am. Fae!”

“
Wiccanfae
,” Selena shouted back. “You
can’t
be pure Fae and have the power you have.
No
Lord of Fire can have that power and be anything
but
wiccanfae. What did you think you were?” She shook her head and turned enough to look at Gwynith, feeling a pang of regret that she couldn’t ease into the truth as she’d intended when she’d asked the Ladies of the Moon, the bards, and storytellers to gather. “What did you think
you
were?”

Gwynith stared at her.

Selena pointed a finger at Gwynith. “Earth.” She pointed to the other Ladies of the Moon. “Water.

Water. Air. Air. Earth. Water. Air.” She looked at Gwynith again. “Did you think I couldn’t feel what branch anchors you? That I wouldn’t be able to tell?”

“You’re bluffing,” Lucian snarled. “You’re just trying to justify taking Dianna’s place.”

She turned back to face him. “I don’t have to justify anything, Lightbringer. Least of all to you.”

He raised his hand. “You need to learn who you’re dealing with.”

“I’m connected to the Mother in ways you will
never
be. So don’t play fire games with
me
unless you want to see Tir Alainn burn.”

Lucian paled, but his eyes still flashed with temper. “You’re not in your world anymore. There’s nothing
you
can do in Tir Alainn.”

“Really?”

She flung out one hand, giving earth the temper building inside her.

A moment later, a clap of thunder boomed overhead. The ground shook. The Clan house shook.

Someone screamed.

The land ripped apart, zigzagging as if following a lightning bolt.

Selena poured more of her power into the land, holding it now, giving it strength to fight against the first lash of power she’d flung out.

The rip continued, speeding through the land, becoming narrower and narrower until it ended as a crack between Lucian’s and Selena’s feet.

It had happened, and ended, so quickly, the Fae hadn’t had time to get up from the table, let alone run.

“That is what I can do in Tir Alainn, Lightbringer,” Selena said quietly.

His arrogance was gone. Standing in front of her was a shaking, terrified man.

“You bards and storytellers,” Selena said, not taking her eyes off Lucian. “You Ladies of the Moon.

Listen carefiilly. The House of Gaian made Tir Alainn out of dreams and will. It is our power that made the shining roads to anchor this place to the world and keep it alive. What we gave we can take back. Or destroy. I have no wish to harm those who have done no harm, but I will not leave an enemy at my back when all of Sylvalan is at risk. So I will give the Fae this choice: The rest of Sylvalan is going to war against the Inquisitors and the barons they control. You will either fight with us, and earn your place in the world, or you will stay here.”

Lucian brushed the sleeve of his coat with a shaking hand. “At least you’re being sensible about this.”

“You misunderstand, Lightbringer.” Selena waited until he looked at her. “If you choose to stay in Tir Alainn, then here is where you will stay. Forever. We will close the shining roads. Oh, we won’t destroy them as the Black Coats did when they slaughtered the witches. We will simply turn the shining roads into ropes. They will still anchor your Fair Land ... but there isn’t any one of you who will be able to get down that rope to the human world. You will have your Tir Alainn—and that is all you will have. Forever.”

She looked back at the other Fae, sitting pale and silent, too frightened now to dare speak. “Send that message to all the Clans, and send it swiftly. You have until the full moon to decide. If you do not decide then, we will decide for you.”

“D-do no harm,” Lucian stammered. “That’s your creed. We’re the Fae, the Mother’s Children. You can’t harm us.”

At that moment, he looked more like a terrified child desperately seeking reassurance than a grown man.

“Please, take her. Please.”

Cold, cold eyes.

“My pets will tear her flesh and drink her blood.... And then they will devour her soul.”

“Lightbringer,” Selena said with terrible gentleness, “anyone who makes the mistake of trying to use our creed as a weapon against us does not understand the House of Gaian... or the ones who live in the Mother’s Hills.”

As she walked back into the Clan house to pack her saddlebags, she heard someone hurrying to catch up to her.

“Lady,” Gwynith said shakily. “Huntress? Oh, Selena, please listen!”

Selena stopped and waited. “Come up to my room. We can talk while I pack.”

Gwynith managed to keep silent until they’d reached Selena’s room and the door was closed. Then the words spilled out.

“Selena ... Lady ... if some of the Clans refuse to help, you won’t punish
all
of the Fae, will you? You won’t close
all
of Tir Alainn away from the world, will you?”

Selena removed her saddlebags from the wardrobe, walked around Gwynith, and put them on the bed. “

You said you don’t live in Tir Alainn. Why would it matter?”

“I
don’t
live there. Most of the Clan only goes there a few days each season to rest. But our
elders
live there. The weather is milder and the work is easier. Don’t they deserve some ease in their autumn years?

And ... and anyone in the Clan who is seriously ill or injured is taken to Tir Alainn to heal. If you close off all the Clan territories, our elders will be alone.”

Selena retrieved her clothes from the wardrobe, folded them carefully, and filled one saddlebag. “Do the witches ever go to Tir Alainn?”

Gwynith linked her fingers and twisted them so hard Selena expected to hear a bone snap at any second.

“Sometimes,” Gwynith said cautiously. “They need to rest from the labors of the world, too. And one time, when my cousin’s mother got lung fever during a bad winter, she stayed at the Clan house in Tir Alainn for a month to make sure she had recovered. The Clan matriarchs invite her to spend a turn of the moon with them in Tir Alainn every winter to help her stay strong and healthy.”

And that kindness is why your piece of Tir Alainn remains strong and healthy. A witch’s roots are
in the real world. She would draw in the strength from the Mother’s branches and breathe it out
again. As Tir Alainn gives her the peace to renew body and heart, she renews Tir Alainn.

Selena walked around Gwynith again to reach the dressing table. She could have asked Gwynith to move, since the woman had chosen to stand in the one spot in the room that put her in the way no matter what Selena was trying to reach, but Gwynith was so distressed right now, even a simple request might bring on a collapse.

“You said the western Clans are willing to defend Sylvalan?” Selena asked as she began packing her toiletries in the other saddlebag.

“They were gathering at the Hunter’s command when I left to come to this Old Place.”

The Hunter. Did the Fae remember who the Hunter was, or were the Crones in the Mother’s Hills the only ones who still knew the old stories and passed them down to be remembered?

“The Hunter is in the west?” Selena asked carefully. She went back to the dressing table for her comb and brush. She stayed there, moving her hand idly to look occupied while she watched Gwynith in the mirror.

‘The Hunter is traveling east,“ Gwynith said.

“With Lady Ashk?”

A hesitation. Too long a hesitation.

Selena liked Gwynith, but how much she trusted her now depended on this answer.

“Lady Ashk is the Hunter,” Gwynith said reluctantly. She glanced over, her eyes meeting Selena’s in the mirror.

Selena sat on die dressing table stool and turned to face Gwynith. “The Green Lord is a
woman?
”

“The Green Lady,” Gwynith said, bristling.

Quick to defend her, aren’t you
? Selena thought.
And proud of her
—
and wary of her as well. As
you should be
.

“I imagine that twisted the Fae’s tail in a knot when she ascended and took the old Lord’s place.”

“The Fae outside the west don’t know,” Gwynith said quickly. “If they had known, the Lords of the Woods outside the west would have refused to accept that she’d ascended and would have kept challenging her. And after she’d married Baron Padrick and was heavy with their first child, she couldn’t safely accept a challenge, could she? So she stayed in the west, and ... the Clans in the west listen to Ashk.”