tion Center。 He pretended that his wife and children had died there； then deceived the tribal elders with his knowledge of Cascade Crow tribal rituals。 The treachery of it astounds。
Perhaps I am letting my history with Caimbeui color my ments； for his and Ehran's relationship is a bitter one from long ago。 The enemy of my friend is my enemy。 Not that Ehran had the slightest idea of my opinion of him； of course。 That would be foolishness of the first water。
Anyway； eventually； he received a place on the S…S Council； and parlayed that into his final plan。 He encouraged the segregation of metahumans； saying that Awakened individuals were better off away from humanity and their prejudices。 But； at the same time； he encouraged the Salish…Shidhe and the other Native American Nations to wele metahumans into their territories。
This brought metahumans into NAN and the Salish…Shidhe territories in ever…increasing numbers over the years just before the establishment of the Tir。 Before Bright Water disappeared （faking his death； by the way。。 Something I know he is quite proficient at）； he encouraged the metahuman population to segregate itself into the southern region of the Amerindian territories。 They did so； and this was the beginning of what would later bee Tir Tairn…giro。
Of course； Aithne and the others hadn't been sitting by doing nothing； but they did let Ehran have all the fun。 After 〃Walter Bright Water's〃 death； they appeared on the scene and began to lead the 〃renaissance in the south。〃 By the time there was a formal declaration of independence by the Tir； the Salish…Shidhe was no longer a cohesive power and there was nothing NAN or any other nation could do to stop them。
By this time； of course； Ehran had re…emerged as himself。 The rest； as they say； is history。 The Tir went on to be recognized by every other nation； with the notable exception of Aztlan。 But then they are both special cases unto themselves。
Now they had set themselves up as Princes； no less。 Of course； that is how most of us thought of ourselves。 After all； we had always ruled； whether overtly or covertly。 The hand that guides the puppets does not have to seen。
They had made all the preparations； but I sus…petted they still didn't believe the time would e when they would have to use them。 Only that they would have the world made over in their image and no one would stop them。
None but those who had always stopped us before。
Caimbeui had booked us into the best hotel in Portland。 It overlooked the Willamette River and was as lush and palatial as any Louis the XIV wet dream。 I'd never been particularly impressed by the elver fondness for royal pomp and circumstance。 It seemed pretentious and ultimately destructive to me。 But then no one had ashed my opinion on the matter； had they？
I wasn't sure what influence Caimbeui wielded here； but there was enough bowing and scraping to make even Alachia happy。 We were shown to the uppermost penthouse； being informed along the way that the High Prince had resided here while having his home remodeled。
Caimbeui and I were suitably blase about the whole situation。 And why not？ We'd seen Versailles at its height。 And the Taj； that jewel of a building； small yet almost perfect。 How could any hotel room； no matter how sumptuous； pare？
Finally； we were left alone。 The staff would have to be spoken to about the hovering。 I dropped down onto one of the brocade sofas； sinking into the real feather cushions。
〃Well； what now？〃 I asked。 〃How long do you think we have until Aithne finds out I'm here？〃
Caimbeui went to the French doors leading out to the terrace and pushed them open。 The air was sweet up here； with none of the sour； acrid smells I nor…malty associated with cities。 I knew they'd done much to manipulate the land in the Tir。 The magical energy fairly pulsed in the air。 If they'd put out a large neon sign telling the Enemy 〃e and get us；〃 they couldn't have done better。
I knew there were now old…growth forests where only a few years before there had been fallow land。 Extinct species populated these forests…how they'd managed that I suspected I knew； but I hoped I was just being paranoid。
〃Not long；〃 Caimbeui said。 〃Aithne has spies everywhere。 Fortunately； he's away from Portland right now。 And we know Alachia was in Tir na n6g。 Though I suspect after our visit she might be here already。 But I've never been very good at predicting what she will do next。
〃There's a celebration planned for this evening。 Something to do with The Rite of Progression。〃
I got up from the couch and came over to where Caimbeui stood by the open doors。 It was already getting dark。 The gray misting sky oppressive and bleak。
〃You don't like it here；〃 I said。
〃No。〃
〃Neither do I。 It reminds me too much of the days when Alachia was Queen。 What she turned so many of us into。 It frightens me because I think it could all happen again。 Especially when I see that the Enemy is ing again。〃
Caimbeui stepped behind me； then wrapped his arms about my waist。 It was very forting to stand there in the slowly falling chill night with him warm and solid against my back。 He rested his chin on my head。
〃But things are different now；〃 he said。 〃The world is different。 We can keep the past from happening again。〃
〃I hope you're right。〃 〃I am；〃 he said。 〃I am。〃
And we stayed there for a while； in the darkness； resting against each other for support。
〃Did you think I had forgotten you？〃 Ysrthgrathe asks。
She freezes； finding herself not in the safety of Caimbeul's arms； but embraced by her enemy。 His arms are thickly muscled and hold her so tight that even though she struggles； it's as if she has never moved。
Then his mouth is at her ear； breath hot against the tender flesh。 〃I have been waiting for you so patiently； my sweet。 This delay is but a heartbeat for me。 The blink of an eye。 And there is nothing you can do that will stop me this time。 Not running to your precious Aithne。 Not dragging that clown behind you。 None of them will save you from me this time。〃
Somehow； she manages to slip free of his grasp； but then he laughs and she knows he's let her go。
〃This isn't the past； Ysrthgrathe；〃 she says。 〃I'm not that foolish girl anymore。 You can't frighten me like you did then。〃
〃Liar；〃 he says。
Caimbeui had insisted we bring formal attire。 I had wondered at this； but as we entered the grounds of Royal Hill where Lugh Surehand occupied the Royal Palace； I was glad of his foresight。 An elf attired in livery opened the door to our limo。
I'd also wondered at Caimbeul's choice of vehicle until I saw the battery of armaments； assault weapon controls； and other trinkets loaded onto the seemingly innocuous luxury car。 The driver was a nasty…looking troll who seemed to know Caimbeul。 Or at least they exchanged those knowing sort of nods that men think are very casual but anyone with half a brain can see right through。
I wasn't sure whose Rite this celebration was for； but Surehand had gone all out。 There were white tents scattered across the manicured lawns。 Pathways between the tents were lit by magical means… nothing so mundane as electric lights for Lugh Surehand's guests。 Garlands of flowers were draped over anything that stood still。 Staff dressed in｜ Surehand's colors circulated among the guests carrying tray after tray of wine and Epicurean delights。 Even the weather had been manipulated。 It was cool but not chilly； and the rain that had plagued us all day was finally gone。
I noticed that all the servants seemed to be orks and dwarfs and almost all the guests elves。 I knew that when the Tir was established they'd made a big show of inviting non…elver metahumans； but I sus…petted that it was more the desire for cheap labor than altruism。
Hanging back at the edge of the party； I stayed in the shadows； pulling Caimbeul with me。
〃What are they？〃 I hissed； pointing at several elves dressed in solid…black partial body armor that resembled the plate mail worn by knights in the this…teenth century。 Some sported SMGs； others more lethal…looking weap