The Iron Queen Part 19

I heard the battle even over the howl of the wind.

Pushing my glider as fast as it could possibly go, I swooped over a rise and saw the tower ruins swarming with enemy forces. Iron knights clashed with armored dwarves, silvery praying mantises with scythelike arms swiped at frantic hacker elves, and metal clockwork hounds hurled themselves into the fray. In the distance, a huge beetle tank lumbered toward the base, crushing everything in its path as musket elves blasted their guns into the crowds.

"We should take out that bug first," Ash called, drawing alongside me. "If I take care of the gunners on top, can you bring it down?"

I nodded, ignoring the persistent fear in my gut. "I think so."

"You two go on," Puck shouted, wheeling his glider away. "I'll hold the line at the entrance, make sure nothing gets through. See ya when we win, princess!" he called as he swooped away.

I took a breath and glanced at my knight. "Ready, Ash?"

He nodded. "Let's go."

I pushed the glider's legs and sent it into a steep dive, swooping toward the huge black insect. Far below, the screech of metal rang in my ears. The boom of gunshots echoed over the field, and the screams of the wounded and dying made my skin crawl.

Something small and fast zipped by us, hitting the glider's leg in a burst of sparks and making it veer sharply to the left. Wheeling around, I looked back to see several birdlike creatures, their beaks and the edges of their wings gleaming like a sword edge, spiraling up for another dive-bomb attack.

"Split up!" I yelled to Ash, who had seen them, as well. "We're sitting ducks otherwise. I'll try to draw off their attacks." Without waiting for a reply, I yanked on the glider's leg and sent it wheeling in another direction, looking back for the bombers. Two broke from the flock and streaked toward me with high-pitched cries.

I banked left, missing them, but barely. They shot past me like falling stars, viciously fast. One of the bird's razor-edged wings. .h.i.t my poor glider again, nearly making me lose control as the bird darted away. Straightening out again, I looked up to see the birds coming around once more, and clenched my jaw.

Okay, birds. You wanna play? Come on, then.

I pushed the glider into a steep dive, aiming for the battle below. The birds followed, their hunting cries echoing behind me. As we zipped by Ash, I spared him a split-second glance, just in time to see icy-blue light burst from the front of his glider and the shattered form of a bird drop away. I felt a stab of alarm as we pa.s.sed; he was using glamour! But then the ground came swooping up insanely fast, filling my vision, and I had no time for other thoughts.

I pulled up, barely missing the top of a knight's head, and heard a shriek of dismay as the closest dive-bird slammed into the Iron knight with a loud crunch, sending them both tumbling over the field. Weaving and dodging, I skimmed along the ground, soldiers and rebels whipping by me like telephone poles as I headed for the tower.

"This might not have been such a great idea," I muttered, but then it was too late, and we flew straight into the ruins.

Beams and walls loomed up in front of me. I dodged and ducked frantically, yanking madly on the poor glider's legs as we avoided crashing by a hairbreadth again and again. I didn't dare look back to see how our remaining pursuer was doing, but I didn't hear any crash or screech of metal, so I a.s.sumed it was still following us.

As I ducked under a beam, the ruins fell away and the tree rose up in the center, huge and magnificent. With the bird's angry scream still on my tail, I hurled myself at the trunk.

A shudder went through the glider, and I gritted my teeth. "Come on, just give me one more trick," I muttered. The trunk loomed before us, filling my vision. At the last possible second, I yanked sharply, and the glider swooped straight up, missing the tree by inches. The bird was not so fortunate and slammed beak-first into the trunk, making several leaves tumble to the ground. I couldn't pause to celebrate, though, as we were skimming vertically along the tree, so close I could've reached out and touched it, and the branches were zooming down at us. With one last effort, we dodged and wove our way through the top of the tree until finally bursting through the canopy in an explosion of silver leaves, into open sky.

The glider sagged, its whole body trembling, and I reached up to pat its chest. "You did good," I panted, shaking myself. "It's not over yet, though."

The glider gave a tired buzz but roused itself and shot forward toward the battle again. Ash came swooping toward us, his expression and even the way he flew his glider determined and angry.

"Why do you insist on hurling yourself into battles where I can't follow?" he snarled, wheeling his glider next to mine. "I can't protect you if you're constantly running away from me."

His words stung, and my adrenaline-soaked brain responded in turn before I thought better of it. "I made the call-it was a split-second decision, and I don't need your approval, Ash! I don't need you to protect me from everything!"

Shock, hurt, and disbelief flickered across his features. Then, his expression closed, his eyes turning blank and stony as the mask of the Unseelie prince dropped across his face.

"As you wish, lady," he said in a stiff, formal voice. "What would you have me do?"

I shivered, hearing him speak like that. The cold, unreachable Ice Prince... But there was no time to talk, as a scream from the fighting below and the roar of gunfire jerked me back to the situation. Talking would have to wait.

"This way," I said, and pushed my glider into a steep dive, Ash following on my tail. The fighting was still fast and furious, but the numbers were fewer now on both sides. The monstrous iron beetle still plodded forward relentlessly, scattering waves of rebels before it, their weapons bouncing off its metal hide.

"We have to take that bug down, now!" I yelled to Ash, hoping he could hear me. "If I can get on top of it, I might be able to stop it!"

As I circled the beetle, the musket elves perched on its broad back looked up and spotted me. Swinging their guns around, there was a roar of musket fire, and I felt the wind from several iron b.a.l.l.s go zinging past my face. The glider jerked violently, shuddering in the air, and I fought to keep it upright.

Then Ash's glider swooped by overhead, and the Unseelie knight dropped right into the cl.u.s.ter of elves. Sword flashing, he whirled and spun in a blue circle of death, and the elves fell away, tumbling off the beetle to the unforgiving ground.

Standing alone on the back of the huge insect, Ash gave his blade a final flourish and slammed it back in its sheath. His cold gaze met mine, defiant and unyielding, a silent challenge. Avoiding his icy glare, I swung close enough to drop onto the beetle's carapace, letting my poor, gallant glider fly off to recuperate.

Okay, I was on the bug's back. Now what? I looked around, wondering if there was a steering wheel or reins or something that controlled this giant thing.

"The antennae," Ash said flatly, breaking through my thoughts. I blinked at him.

"What?"

The Ice Prince gave me one of his hostile stares and gestured toward the front of the beetle, where a pair of stiff black antennae, each as thick as my arm, stuck over the bug's carapace. Ropes, dangling from the tips of the antennae, swept down and were tied to a platform behind the beetle's head. "There's your saddle," Ash pointed out, still in that same cold, flat voice. "Better get this thing under control before it plows straight into the tower."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and hurried to the steering platform, arms spread to balance against the swaying of the giant bug. Grabbing the reins, I peered out over the beetle's head, seeing the remaining forces of knights and rebels scurrying away before me. I saw Glitch, locked in battle with a huge clockwork golem, roll under the giant's blow and touch the golem's knee as he pa.s.sed. The golem spasmed, froze in place, and toppled to the ground, threads of lightning crawling over its body. An Iron knight rushed Glitch from behind, but Puck suddenly leaped over the golem and slammed his foot into the knight's face, knocking him back. They were fighting bravely, but the false king's forces had backed the rebels against the base of the tower and were steadily closing in. They needed the cavalry, right now. now.

"Okay, bug," I muttered, gripping the reins. The beetle's antennae twitched, and it c.o.c.ked a ma.s.sive black eye back to stare at me. "I hope you like me better than every horse I've ever been on. Now, charge!"

The bug lurched forward, nearly throwing me from the platform, and gave a bellow that shook the earth. Iron knights and soldiers glanced back in alarm as the huge bug plowed into them, crushing them underfoot or sweeping them aside with its armored head. As we broke through the lines, tossing the enemy like leaves, the reenergized rebels gave a savage roar and charged, swarming over the soldiers with desperate abandon.

Moments later, beaten back, demoralized, half their army killed by rebels or trampled under the huge bug, the remaining enemy forces broke away and retreated, fleeing over the cracked ground to vanish over the horizon.

I pulled the rampaging beetle to a stop, tying off the reins as a cheer went up from Glitch's remaining forces. I was wondering how I would get off the giant bug, when the beetle, sensing the battle was done, folded its legs and sank down with a rumbling groan, making the ground tremble. Sliding down the smooth carapace, I landed with a grunt and straightened quickly, looking around for Glitch.

Ash dropped beside me, making no sound, his features still distant and cold like a stranger's. Guilt stabbed me like a blade when I saw him, but even now, I couldn't talk to him like I wanted. Now more than ever, I knew we couldn't sit here doing nothing. Not when the false king was almost to the front lines. We had to act now.

I fought my way through the crowd, shouldering rebels aside as they surrounded me, laughing and cheering, congratulating me on a brilliant counterstrike.

"Where's Glitch?" I called, my voice nearly lost in the cacophony. "I need to speak to him! Where is he?"

Suddenly, I saw him, standing over a body on the ground, arms crossed to his chest and face grim. A hacker elf knelt over the p.r.o.ne figure, prodding him with long fingers. My heart stopped when I saw who it was.

"Puck!" I shouldered my way through the crowd, rushing up to his still form. My heart pounded. Blood smeared his face, oozing out beneath his hair, and his skin was pale. One hand still gripped his curved dagger. I shoved the elf out of the way, ignoring his protests, and knelt beside Puck, taking his hand. He was deathly still, though I thought I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, and tears rose to my eyes. I shouldered my way through the crowd, rushing up to his still form. My heart pounded. Blood smeared his face, oozing out beneath his hair, and his skin was pale. One hand still gripped his curved dagger. I shoved the elf out of the way, ignoring his protests, and knelt beside Puck, taking his hand. He was deathly still, though I thought I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest, and tears rose to my eyes.

"He fought bravely," Glitch murmured. "Threw himself at a squad of Iron knights that would've killed me. I've rarely seen such courage, even among the Iron fey."

Rage burned, hot and furious, searing away the tears. I suddenly had to fight the urge to leap up and stab Glitch with Puck's dagger. "You," I said in a low voice, anger burning my throat. "You have no clue of what courage is. You say you oppose the false king, but all you do is sit here and cower, hoping he won't notice you. You're cowards, all of you. Puck was hurt fighting your your war, and you don't even have the guts to do the same." war, and you don't even have the guts to do the same."

Angry murmurs went through the crowd. I felt Ash step up beside me, silently challenging anyone to come close. Glitch was quiet for a moment, but the lightning in his hair snapped angrily.

"And what would you have us do, your highness?" he challenged. "Throw my people at the feet of the false king, knowing that they will die? You saw his army. You know we wouldn't stand a chance."

"You don't really have a choice," I replied, still searching Puck's face, hoping for a flicker of life, a sign that he would be all right. "You can't stay here. The false king knows where you are now. He'll come after you again, and he won't stop until he kills every last one of you."

"We can move," Glitch said. "We can evacuate to a safe place again-"

"For how long?" I stood and turned on Glitch, glaring at him furiously. "How long do you think you can hide before he finds you again?" I raised my voice, staring around me at the rest of the fey. "How long are you willing to cower like sheep while he destroys everything? Do you think you'll ever ever be safe while he's out there? If we don't stand against him now, he'll only get stronger." be safe while he's out there? If we don't stand against him now, he'll only get stronger."

"Again, what would you have us do, princess?" Glitch snapped, his spines snapping furiously. "Our forces are too small! There's nothing we can do to stop him."

"There is." I stared at him, keeping my voice level and calm. "You can join forces with Summer and Winter."

Glitch barked a laugh as the crowd exploded with noise. "Join the oldbloods?" he mocked. "You are are delusional. They want to destroy us as much as the false king. You think Oberon and Mab will happily let us march in and shake hands and everything will be fine? They won't let us across the border without trying to kill us all." delusional. They want to destroy us as much as the false king. You think Oberon and Mab will happily let us march in and shake hands and everything will be fine? They won't let us across the border without trying to kill us all."

"They will if I I lead you there." I stared him down, refusing to give. "They will if there is no other way to beat the false king. Come on, Glitch! You all want the same thing, and this is the only way we stand a chance. You can't hide from him forever." Glitch didn't say anything, refusing to meet my gaze, and I threw my hands up in frustration. "Fine! Stay here and shake like a coward. But I'm going. You can try to keep me here by force, but I can tell you, it's not going to be pretty. As soon as Puck is well enough, we're leaving, with or without your consent. So either help me or get out of my way." lead you there." I stared him down, refusing to give. "They will if there is no other way to beat the false king. Come on, Glitch! You all want the same thing, and this is the only way we stand a chance. You can't hide from him forever." Glitch didn't say anything, refusing to meet my gaze, and I threw my hands up in frustration. "Fine! Stay here and shake like a coward. But I'm going. You can try to keep me here by force, but I can tell you, it's not going to be pretty. As soon as Puck is well enough, we're leaving, with or without your consent. So either help me or get out of my way."

"All right!" Glitch yelled, startling me. Running his hands through his hair, he sighed and gave me an irritated look. "All right, princess," he said in a softer voice. "You win. You make a good point. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, right?" He sighed again, shaking his head. "We can't stay hidden forever. It's only a matter of time before he comes for us again. If I'm going to die, I'd rather die in battle than be hunted down like a rat. I only hope your oldblood friends don't try to kill us as soon as the battle is done. I can see Oberon conveniently letting that little detail slip in any deal we make with them."

"He won't," I promised, relief blossoming through me. "I'll be there. I'll make sure of it."

"You tell 'em, princess," Puck murmured from the ground.

I whirled, my heart leaping, as Puck opened his eyes and grinned up at me weakly. "Now that," he said as I knelt beside him, "was a rousing speech. I think I shed a few tears."

"You idiot!" I wanted to smack and hug him at the same time. "What happened? We thought you might be dying."

"Me? Nah." Puck grabbed my arm and eased himself upright, wincing as he gingerly prodded the back of his head. "Took a nasty whack to the skull that put me out for a few minutes, that's all. Would've said something sooner, but you were on a roll and I didn't want to interrupt."

The urge to hit him increased, especially since he was shooting me that old, stupid grin, the one that reminded me of my best friend, who'd looked after me in school, who was always there no matter what happened. I pulled him to his feet, punched him in the shoulder, and threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "Don't scare me like that," I hissed. "I couldn't bear losing you a second time."

Releasing him, I turned to Glitch, who was watching us with a bemused, uncomfortable expression on his face. "Didn't you say something about helping us?"

"Sure, princess. Whatever you say." Glitch looked more resigned than convinced, but turned to his rebels and raised his voice. "Evacuate the camp!" he called, his voice carrying over the field. "Pack up and take only what is necessary! Healers, gather our wounded and take care of them as best as you can! Anyone who can still fight needs to be ready to travel by morning! The rest of you, suit up and be ready to march! Tomorrow, we go to join forces with Oberon and the oldbloods! Anyone who has a problem with that, or who is too weak or hurt to fight, should leave right now! Get going!"

The camp exploded into action. Glitch watched the rebels scurry about for a moment, then turned to me with a weary look.

"Well, it's done. I hope you know what you're doing, your highness. We leave before dawn." Then, someone called to him, and he left, vanishing into the dispersing crowd and leaving me alone with Puck and Ash.

I was suddenly aware of Ash, standing a few yards away, regarding me and Puck with the expression of a granite wall. I hadn't forgotten him, but that cold, silvery glare, blank as a mirror's surface, brought a rush of emotions flooding back. Before I could say anything, Ash turned to me and gave a stiff, formal bow. "My lady," he said in a calm, flat voice, meeting my gaze. "I must tend to my injuries before the night is out. Will you please excuse me?"

That same cool, formal tone. Not mocking or vicious, just overly polite, without emotion. My stomach clenched, and words froze to the back of my mouth. I wanted to talk to him, but the coldness in his eyes sliced into me, making me pause. Instead, I simply nodded, and watched my knight turn on his heel and stride toward the tower without looking back.

Puck gave a very exaggerated shiver and rubbed his arms.

"Whew, is it cold in here, or is it just me? Trouble in paradise, princess?" I felt my face heat, and Puck shook his head. "Well, don't drag me into it. I learned long ago that you don't get in the middle of a lover's spat. Nothing ever ever goes as planned-people fall in love with the wrong person, someone ends up with a donkey head, and then it's a whole big mess." He glanced at me and sighed. "Let me guess," he muttered, leading me back toward the tower. "You did something mildly crazy during the last battle, and ice-boy freaked out." goes as planned-people fall in love with the wrong person, someone ends up with a donkey head, and then it's a whole big mess." He glanced at me and sighed. "Let me guess," he muttered, leading me back toward the tower. "You did something mildly crazy during the last battle, and ice-boy freaked out."

I nodded, a lump rising to my throat. "He was angry that I went off without him," I said. "But then I got mad because he didn't trust me to handle things myself. I mean, I can't always have him watching over my shoulder, right?" Puck raised his eyebrows, and I sighed. "Okay, it was reckless and stupid. I could've been killed, and a lot of people are counting on me to stop the false king. Ash knew that."

"And...?" Puck prodded.

"And...I might have...told him that I didn't need him anymore."

Puck winced. "Ouch. Well, you know what they say-you always hurt the one you love. Or is that the one you hate? I can never remember." I sniffled, and he put an arm around me as we ducked into the ruins. "Well, don't worry about it too much, princess. Let ice-boy cool off for the night and then try to talk to him tomorrow. He won't stay angry with you too long, I bet. Ash isn't one to hold a grudge."

I pulled back and frowned at him. "What are you talking about? He's held a grudge against you for centuries!"

"Oh. Right." Puck half grimaced as I slapped his chest. "But it's different with you, princess. Ash is just afraid you don't don't need him. That whole ice-prince song and dance?" He snorted. "It's just a device he uses to protect himself, so he doesn't get hurt when someone stabs him in the back. That happens a lot at the Winter Court, as I'm sure you know." need him. That whole ice-prince song and dance?" He snorted. "It's just a device he uses to protect himself, so he doesn't get hurt when someone stabs him in the back. That happens a lot at the Winter Court, as I'm sure you know."

I did know. I'd seen the cold, callous nature of the Unseelie Court, and the royal family was the worst, with Mab pitting her own sons against each other to earn her favor. Ash had grown up among those who knew only violence and betrayal, where emotion was considered a weakness to be exploited, and love was a virtual death sentence.

"But I know Ash," Puck continued. "When he's with you..." He hesitated, scratching the back of his head like he did when he was nervous. "The only time I've seen him like that was when he was with Ariella."

"Really?"

He nodded. "I think you're good for him, Meghan," he said, smiling in a small, sad way that was completely different from the Puck I knew. "I see the way he looks at you, something I haven't seen in him since the day we lost Ariella. And...I know you love him in a way you can't love me." He looked away, just for a moment, and took a deep breath. "Jealousy isn't something we deal with well," he admitted. "But some of us have been around long enough to know when to let go, and what is most important. The happiness of my two best friends should be more important than some ancient feud." Stepping close, he placed a palm on my cheek, brushing a strand of hair from my face. Glamour flared up around him, casting him in a halo of emerald light. In that moment, he was pure fey, unbound by shallow human fears and embarra.s.sment, a being as natural and ancient as the forest. "I have always loved you, princess," Robin Goodfellow promised, his green eyes shining in the darkness. "I always will. And I'll take whatever you can give me."

I looked down, unable to meet his open stare, human fears and self-consciousness coming to the surface. "Even if all I can offer is friendship? Will that still be enough?"

"Well, not really." Puck dropped his hand, his voice turning light and carefree again, more like the Puck I knew. "d.a.m.n not being able to lie. Princess, if you suddenly decide ice-boy is a first-cla.s.s jerk and that you can't stand him, I'll always be here. But, for now, I'll settle for being the best friend. And as the best friend, it's my duty to inform you not to lose sleep over Ash tonight." We came to my room, and Puck paused, turning to me with his hand on the doork.n.o.b. "Also, don't bother trying to find him. If Ash says he wants to be left alone, he wants to be left alone. Intruders might get an icicle at the head for bothering him." He winced and pushed the door open. "Trust me on that."

A pair of sleepy golden eyes turned to us as we entered the room, and Grimalkin sat up on the cot. "There you are." He sighed, yawning to show off his bright pink tongue. "I was afraid you would never get here."

"Where have you been, Grimalkin?" I burst out, crossing the room to glare down at him. He blinked at me calmly. "Everyone is about to leave, and we couldn't find a trace of you."

"Mmm. You must not have looked very hard." The cat blinked at me calmly. "So, you actually convinced Glitch to join with the courts, did you? That will be interesting. You do do know that even with the combined forces of the rebels, our side is still comparatively smaller in number to the false king's army? I believe that is why Mab and Oberon sent you specifically after the false king-if the head is cut off, the body will follow." know that even with the combined forces of the rebels, our side is still comparatively smaller in number to the false king's army? I believe that is why Mab and Oberon sent you specifically after the false king-if the head is cut off, the body will follow."

"I know." I faced the cat, feeling self-conscious under that disapproving gaze. "But I have to go through the army to get to the head. At least this way I'll have a chance of getting into that fortress. Right now I can't even get close."

"And letting the false king march his army into the Nevernever is a better choice."

"What am I supposed to do, Grimalkin? This is our only chance. I don't have another option."

"Perhaps. Or perhaps you all go to your deaths. I am continuously amazed with the lack of preparation around here." Grimalkin scratched his ear and stood, waving his tail. "By the way, I believe someone was looking for this earlier."

He moved aside, revealing the limp, crumpled form of a gremlin lying on the cot. I gasped and looked at Grim, who seemed ridiculously pleased with himself.

"Grimalkin! You didn't...is he...?"

"Dead? Of course not, human." The cat's whiskers twitched, offended. "Although, it could be slightly dizzy when it wakes up. I do advise you to keep it more under control, however, as it seems inordinately drawn to mischief. Perhaps you could put it on a leash."

"Looks like it's coming to," Puck noted.

I knelt beside the cot as Razor's ears twitched and the spindly body stirred, raising his head. For a moment, he stared at me, blinking in confusion. Then his gaze slid to Grimalkin and he shot up with a hiss, leaping for the wall.

He missed, tumbling back onto the cot in a tangle of ears and limbs. Spitting in confusion and fury, he staggered to his feet, wobbling and flailing at the air. I grabbed for him, but he darted away, lightning quick, and leaped off the cot.

Puck's hand shot out, grabbing him by his enormous ears, holding him at arm's length as he squirmed and struggled. Razor hissed and cursed and spat, sparks flying from his mouth, his gaze not on Puck but on the cait sith beside me.

"Bad kitty!" he screeched, snarling and baring his fangs at Grimalkin, who yawned and turned away to groom his tail. "Evil, evil, sneaky kitty! Bite your head off in your sleep, I will! Hang you by your toes and set you on fire! Burn, burn!"

"Uh, princess," Puck said, wincing as the gremlin clawed and flailed, sparks flying everywhere, "this isn't exactly fun for me. Should I drop this thing or have Grim knock it out again?"

"Razor!" I snapped, clapping my hands in front of his face. "Stop it, right now!"

The gremlin stopped, blinking up at me with an almost hurt expression. "Master punish bad kitty?" he said in a pitiful voice.