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 gray silk； shot through with jet beading。 You had a hat on which had an enormous feather on it。 Ostrich。 Or was it peacock？〃
〃Peacock；〃 I said softly。
〃And you were drinking absinthe。 I remember it looked as though you were embracing a lover when you drank。〃
I shut my eyes。。。
The first clear day of April。 Paris； 1854。 I sat in a cafe on the Rue Saint…Jacques。 At the time； I didn't know its name。 After a while； I wouldn't care。 I had found something powerful enough to distract me from the horrors of living： absinthe。
My own sweet mistress。 My dearest friend。 The green fairy in the bottle who would steal a little bit of my mind every day。 And how I adored it。
The rituals I'd built up。 First； a stop at the bank where my pounds would be converted into francs。 Then on to the small bakery for a pastry before I went to my first real appointment of the day。 I told myself that as long as I ate something before I drank I was fine。 Hence the obligatory croissant； most of which I threw away on my way to meet my little friend。
That's what I called it： ma petite amie。 Perhaps I should have said mon amour； for that was indeed what it had bee： my dearest friend； my closest confidant； my love。 And； just like all lovers； we had our rituals。
There were a number of cafes that sold absinthe； and I was well…known at all of them。 In the spring and summer； I would settle myself at one of the outer tables。 To take the air； of course。 The air was very important…far more healthy than the smoky atmosphere indoors。 In the winter； well； I just endured the smoke and noise。 The things you will go through for a loved one。
After I sat at a table； a waiter would e over with the jade bottle； a water jug； and a glass。 He would line them up neatly in front of me； then fill the glass with water。 I tipped generously； and they knew what I wanted。
From inside my reticule； I would pull my silver absinthe spoon。 It was slotted and diamond…shaped； intricately carved with flowers and scrolls。 The spoon was placed over the glass。 Plucking a sugar cube from the jar on the table； I would place it neatly atop the spoon。
Next came the moment I liked the best。 First； I uncorked the bottle。 The aroma of the absinthe floated to me。 Licorice…scented and bitter。
Then I slowly poured the absinthe over the sugar。 It dripped through the spoon into the water； swirling the color of new leaves； turning the water cloudy like a stormy day。 The sugar cube sometimes wouldn't pletely dissolve； and I would take it into my mouth； sucking my first bit of ecstasy from it。
When it crumbled into nothing； I would take the spoon from the glass； then slowly lift the glass to my lips。 What wonders will it show me this day？ I would think。 What sweet remembrances from the past would e to me？ What memories would be created to fill my mind and keep me from the truth？
And as I felt the warmth rush through my v