The Iron Queen Part 18

The hacker blinked, shuffling his feet. "Glitch has informed us that we are not to engage you oldbloods in verbal communication," he said in a nasal voice.

"I just have a question." I smiled at him, hoping to make him less nervous. It only succeeded in making him squirm more. Sighing, I held up the rowan branch. "I found this by the oak tree. Do you know what it is?"

Diode narrowed his eyes. "That is a sorbus aucuparia, sorbus aucuparia, more commonly known as a European mountain ash, or rowan tree. Yes, most of the natural flora and fauna has since been overtaken by ferrous influences, but there are a few places where you can find them still clinging to their natural state." more commonly known as a European mountain ash, or rowan tree. Yes, most of the natural flora and fauna has since been overtaken by ferrous influences, but there are a few places where you can find them still clinging to their natural state."

I understood only half of what he was saying, but got the general idea. "Where?" I asked, and Diode blinked again.

"The nearest stand of sorbus aucuparia sorbus aucuparia is two point seven miles due west from the tower," he said, nodding in the general direction. "Of course, you won't be able to see it, being forbidden to leave the compound and all. Oh my!" He stepped back from me, and his eyes whirled. "You're not planning to escape, are you? Glitch will find out, and the trail would lead back to me, and I'd be an accomplice to a crime. Please tell me you're not planning an escape." is two point seven miles due west from the tower," he said, nodding in the general direction. "Of course, you won't be able to see it, being forbidden to leave the compound and all. Oh my!" He stepped back from me, and his eyes whirled. "You're not planning to escape, are you? Glitch will find out, and the trail would lead back to me, and I'd be an accomplice to a crime. Please tell me you're not planning an escape."

"Relax, I'm not planning an escape." Not entirely a lie, since he just told me to tell him that, rather than asking me if I was. But it must've worked, because he breathed a relieved sigh and relaxed.

"Well, that's nice, but I have to get back to work." The hacker elf backed up, nearly tripping over his own feet, and gave me a shaky smile. "I have to...be somewhere else now. It was...um...goodbye." Clutching his cables, he fled into the ruins.

"Did you two hear that?" I asked as Puck and Ash appeared behind me. Ash made a thoughtful noise and crossed his arms.

"Three miles due west," he murmured, gazing after the fleeing elf. "Not far, but do you think it's wise to let him go? He might run straight to Glitch."

"Then we should move fast." I checked my sword and my armor, making sure all were in place. "We're getting out of here, now."

Puck's eyes gleamed. "Need a spectacular diversion of some sort, princess?" he asked.

"No, let's not burn any bridges before we have to." I started into the ruins, looking for a certain flight of stairs that would take us where we needed to go. "We might want to come back here, and I don't want to fight a horde of angry rebels because you blew up their base or something. We're sneaking out nice and quiet."

"Um, but if we're sneaking out, shouldn't we be looking for the back door?"

"Hide." Ash suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind a pillar, crus.h.i.+ng me to his chest, as Puck dove behind a rock pile. A split second later, Glitch appeared on the far side of the room, with Diode at his heels.

"I don't know, sir," Diode was saying. "But it seemed suspicious. You don't think she's planning an escape, do you? She told me she wasn't."

"That doesn't mean anything," Glitch said. I could feel Ash's heart against my palm, though he had gone perfectly still, hardly breathing. "You haven't met a human in your life, Diode, so you don't know that they're all capable of lying through their teeth."

Diode gasped, and Glitch blew out a long breath, running his hands through his spines. "It might not be anything," he said, as they continued walking. I held my breath as they pa.s.sed behind our pillar. "But go ahead and find her, all the same. The last thing we want is that girl throwing herself under the false king's wheels."

"Of course, sir." Their voices faded as they continued into the ruins and out of sight.

Puck popped up from behind the rubble. "If we're gonna leave, we should do it soon. Like, now. Before socket-head figures it all out."

"This way," I hissed, and we hurried on.

After a few more close calls, I finally saw the base of the stairs to the tallest landing, the one that gazed out over the plateau. Unfortunately, it was also guarded by a burly dwarf with a mechanical arm and an iron-tipped spear. Several hacker elves crouched nearby, repairing wires and other electronics.

"Want me to take them out?" Ash muttered as we crouched in the shadows.

"Yeah, that wouldn't be noisy at all," Puck whispered back. I glared at the dwarf and the Iron fey, the only obstacles to reaching our destination.

And then, I saw the glint of a glowing green eye in the ruins above, the curve of a neon smile. Razor! He would distract them, I bet. If I could just make him hear me... Razor! He would distract them, I bet. If I could just make him hear me...

As if reading my mind, the gremlin suddenly turned and looked right at us.

I caught my breath. Well, why not? Razor, if you can hear this, I need to get past that dwarf onto the stairs. Could you maybe cause a diversion or someth- Well, why not? Razor, if you can hear this, I need to get past that dwarf onto the stairs. Could you maybe cause a diversion or someth- The gremlin grinned madly, and then with a screech that sounded almost maniacal, scuttled from his hiding place in a flurry of sparks, drawing the attention of everything in the room. Laughing, he dangled overhead, seeming to mock them all, before zipping out of sight. Shouts and curses filled the ruins as the rebels, dwarf included, dropped everything to pursue the gremlin.

"Well, that's convenient," Puck mused. "I really need to get a few of those things."

"Come on," I snapped, and we bolted up the stairs, still hearing the shouts of the rebels below as Razor led them on a wild-goose-or gremlin-chase. We reached the landing without opposition, the wind whipping my hair as we stepped onto the ledge.

Puck gave me a look of mock-alarm as I gazed up the tower wall, searching for our way out. "Um, how exactly were you planning on getting out this way, princess? Fly?"

"Yes." I finally spotted what I was looking for, hanging off the wall near the very top, a cl.u.s.ter of gliders sleeping in the sun. I whistled softly, and they roused themselves, turning their insect heads to peer down at us.

Puck, following my gaze, made a revolted noise in the back of his throat. "You're kidding me. You want us to fly out of here on those things? Um...how about I just turn into a bird and follow you-"

"No. You heard what Mab said." I beckoned to the gliders, and they buzzed sleepily. "Using glamour could shatter your amulet. We want to conserve it as much as possible."

Puck grimaced. "I think I might make an exception for this, princess. Not that I don't enjoy the thought of being carried around by a big metal bug, but..." He backed up a step as the gliders began crawling down the wall. "Oh, wonderful. They're looking at me weird, princess."

"What's the matter, Goodfellow?" Ash smirked, crossing his arms as the gliders landed on the platform, watching us with huge, multifaceted eyes. "Afraid of a few bugs?"

"Bugs are creepy." Puck made a face at one of the gliders, wincing as it buzzed at him. "Giant metal bugs that look at me weird belong in horror flicks." He sneered at Ash. "Besides, I don't see you you stepping up to the plate, prince." stepping up to the plate, prince."

"I just want to make this moment last as long as I can."

"Guys! There's no time for this!" I glared at them, and they stopped, looking guilty. "This is our only way out. Just follow my lead and do what I do."

I walked to the edge of the landing and looked down. Yesterday, gazing at that vast drop made my stomach want to crawl up my throat. Now, my heart raced with excitement, and I spread my arms.

For a moment, nothing happened, and I was afraid the gliders wouldn't respond, after all. But then I heard the familiar buzz of wings, and a second later the glider landed on my shoulders, curling its copper legs around me.

"Creeeeeepy," Puck sang. I turned to glare at him.

"Shut up and listen. You use the front legs to steer. Try to relax and you'll be fine." I ignored Puck's dubious look and faced forward again. "Here we go," I muttered, and dove off the edge.

The wind caught the glider's wings and sent us both shooting upward, and my adrenaline soared in response. I thought I heard Puck's yell of disbelief as I spiraled up, and grinned wildly, imagining his face if I showed him what the glider could really do. But there was no time for the crazy dives and aerial maneuvers of the night before, though I could feel the glider's excitement as well, like a flighty racehorse eager to run. I did a couple of backward loops, just to get it out of our systems, before circling back to see if the boys needed further encouragement. To my surprise both Puck and Ash had managed to take off, and both were gliding toward me, though Puck did look a bit green as I pulled alongside them.

"Are you two all right?" I called, trying not to grin. Puck gave me a weak thumbs-up.

"Fabulous, princess!" His glider buzzed loudly, and he winced. "Though I'd much rather be flying on my own wings. This isn't natural. Which way from here?"

Ash pointed toward the distant horizon. "Due west is that way," he said, and I nodded. Without even waiting for me to steer it, my glider abruptly veered off to the right, and we set a course for Rowan and the setting sun.

CHAPTER NINETEEN.

ROWAN'S PROPOSAL After several minutes of flying, I spotted a dark blot s.h.i.+mmering like a mirage on the otherwise flat landscape. As we drew closer, I saw that it was a stand of trees, still alive, an oasis in the middle of the blasted wasteland. But circling overhead, I also saw that they were dying, their trunks streaked with metal and most of their leaves already bright and metallic. A few spa.r.s.e limbs bore leaves that were still alive, and they matched the branch I'd found at the rebel base. This was our rowan stand, all right. If the note was to be trusted, Ash's traitor brother was here.

We landed our gliders, which buzzed anxiously about being left, and entered the grove cautiously, weapons drawn. The trees s.h.i.+vered in the wind, metallic branches sc.r.a.ping together like knives, making chills run up my spine.

Rowan stepped out of the trees ahead, a lean figure in white, his horribly burned face making my stomach clench. Two Iron knights flanked him, their jointed, segmented armor bearing a new symbol. Instead of a barbed-wire crown, the symbol of an iron fist now adorned their breast-plates, punching up toward the sky. One of the knights was a stranger, unfamiliar to me. But I recognized the second immediately; the face above the breastplate could've been Ash's, except for the scar marring his cheek and the deadness in his gray eyes.

"Whoa, I'm seeing double," Puck muttered, blinking rapidly. "Long-lost brother of yours, ice-boy? Were you separated at birth or something?"

"That's Tertius," I whispered as we continued to approach. "He was with Ironhorse the first time we went into the Iron Realm. I saw him again at the Winter Palace, when he stole the Scepter of the Seasons and killed Sage." Ash clenched his fists at that, the air around him turning cold. "Don't underestimate him. He might look like Ash, but he's an Iron knight through and through."

"Yeah, but..." Puck looked from Tertius to Ash and back again. "That doesn't tell me why he looks like ice-boy's clone."

"Because," Rowan answered, his smooth voice carrying through the trees, "he is is a clone of my dear little brother. The former king, Machina, created his knights to be his elite guard, so he fas.h.i.+oned them in the images of those at court. You should have seen my double-ugly b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I did him a favor and put him out of his misery. Sage's twin, unfortunately, was gone before we could ever meet." He stopped a few yards away and bowed, the two knights stopping just behind each shoulder. "h.e.l.lo, again, princess. I'm very glad you could make it. And with your two lapdogs in tow, as well. I'm impressed. That must have taken some serious magic." His blue eyes flickered to Ash, gleaming dangerously, and he smiled. "That's a lovely necklace, little brother, but it won't save you in the end. The only way to survive the Iron Realm is to become part of it. You're only buying yourself some time with that bauble. Once it breaks, as I'm sure it will, this realm will swallow you whole." a clone of my dear little brother. The former king, Machina, created his knights to be his elite guard, so he fas.h.i.+oned them in the images of those at court. You should have seen my double-ugly b.a.s.t.a.r.d. I did him a favor and put him out of his misery. Sage's twin, unfortunately, was gone before we could ever meet." He stopped a few yards away and bowed, the two knights stopping just behind each shoulder. "h.e.l.lo, again, princess. I'm very glad you could make it. And with your two lapdogs in tow, as well. I'm impressed. That must have taken some serious magic." His blue eyes flickered to Ash, gleaming dangerously, and he smiled. "That's a lovely necklace, little brother, but it won't save you in the end. The only way to survive the Iron Realm is to become part of it. You're only buying yourself some time with that bauble. Once it breaks, as I'm sure it will, this realm will swallow you whole."

"It will buy me enough time to kill you," Ash replied. "Which I'm happy to do right now, if you like."

"Now, now." Rowan waggled a finger at him. "None of that. We're not here to fight. I come here to offer a proposal that could potentially end this war. Don't you want to stop the war, Meghan Chase?"

I was instantly suspicious and crossed my arms. "That's why you brought me here? So you can bargain for the false king?"

"Of course," Rowan soothed. "But first, I'll need an agreement from you, princess. One that says we agree not to kill each other while standing on neutral ground. We wouldn't want my dear little brother to forget himself and attack, now would we?"

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm more worried about you double-crossing us and having an ambush waiting right outside. Why should I trust you?"

"You wound me, princess." Rowan put a hand over his heart. "I can a.s.sure you, all we want to do is talk, but if you're not not interested in hearing our proposal, I guess we'll leave with our tails between our legs and continue our march on the Nevernever." interested in hearing our proposal, I guess we'll leave with our tails between our legs and continue our march on the Nevernever."

"Oh, fine." I could do this dance with Rowan forever, but it would get us no closer to the proposal. Still, I'd learned my lesson with faery deals and bargains, and I chose my words carefully. "We'll agree to a truce if your side honors it, as well. As long as we stand on neutral ground-" I gestured to the grove around us "-neither side will attack the other. Agreed?"

"Agreed. There now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rowan smiled at me, infuriatingly smug. "And you're going to want to hear this, princess. In fact, I think you'll find this deal very interesting." He leaned back and watched me, taking his time. I didn't answer, refusing to rise to the bait. Rowan grinned. "Your side is done, princess," he said. "We all know that you can't win-the Iron King's army is far greater than either Summer's or Winter's, and his fortress is impenetrable. In a few days, Faery will be consumed by the Iron Realm, unless Meghan Chase steps up to save it."

"Get to the point, Rowan."

Rowan leered at me, reminding me of a grinning skull. "The Iron King is prepared to stop his advance on the Nevernever, call back all his forces, and halt his fortress where it stands today, if you agree to his proposal."

"Which is?"

"To marry him." Rowan's smile grew wider, matching my look of horror. "Join your power to his. Wed Summer to Iron, and the Iron King will cease his war on the Nevernever for as long as you remain his bride. That way, no one else gets hurt, no one else dies, and most important, the Nevernever as you know it will survive. But you must agree to become his queen, or he will hit the courts of Summer and Winter with everything at his disposal. And he will destroy them."

My hands were shaking, and I clenched my fists to stop them. "That's his deal? Marriage?" My stomach recoiled in disgust, and I took a breath to hide the sickness. "What is is it with all these Iron Kings wanting to marry me?" it with all these Iron Kings wanting to marry me?"

"Not a bad offer, if you ask me," Rowan said, smirking. "Become a queen, save the world... Of course, you would be married in name only-the Iron King has no interest in your...erm...body, just your power. I'm sure he would even let you keep your pet lapdogs, if you want. Think of all the lives you would save, just by saying yes."

I felt ill, but...if I could stop the war without anyone dying... Was marrying the Iron King worth saving the entire Nevernever? The lives I could save, Ash and Puck and everyone else... I glanced at Ash, and found him looking as sick and horrified as I felt. "Meghan, no," he said, as if reading my thoughts. "You don't have to do this."

"Of course, she doesn't have have to," Rowan called. "She can simply refuse, and the Iron King will march into the Nevernever and destroy everything. But, maybe she to," Rowan called. "She can simply refuse, and the Iron King will march into the Nevernever and destroy everything. But, maybe she doesn't doesn't care about saving Faery, after all. Maybe all those lost lives have no meaning to her. If that's the case, then please, carry on and forget this conversation ever happened." care about saving Faery, after all. Maybe all those lost lives have no meaning to her. If that's the case, then please, carry on and forget this conversation ever happened."

I closed my eyes, my mind spinning with choices and possibilities. If I agree, can I get close enough to the false king to stab him? Would that break the terms of the proposal? I have to try. This might be our only chance to get close. But... If I agree, can I get close enough to the false king to stab him? Would that break the terms of the proposal? I have to try. This might be our only chance to get close. But... I opened my eyes and looked at Ash, at the fierce protectiveness on his face, the fear that I would say yes. I opened my eyes and looked at Ash, at the fierce protectiveness on his face, the fear that I would say yes. I'm so sorry, Ash. I don't want to betray you. I hope you can forgive me for this. I'm so sorry, Ash. I don't want to betray you. I hope you can forgive me for this.

Something in my expression must've tipped him off, for he went pale and took a step forward, clutching my upper arms, fingers digging into my skin. "Meghan..." His voice was hard, but I could hear the despair below the surface. "Don't. Please." Please."

Rowan laughed, cruel as the edge of a blade, enjoying our torment. "Ooh, yes, beg her again, little brother," he taunted. "Beg her not to save Faery-let her see you for what you really are, a soulless creature consumed with your own selfish desires, uncaring of anything but what you consider yours. Make sure you tell her how much you love her, enough to destroy your entire court and everything in it."

"Hey, corpse-breath, why don't you do everyone a favor and sew your lips shut?" Puck drawled, his eyes narrowed in anger. "It'll match the rest of your face and and be an improvement. Don't listen to him, princess," he continued, turning to me. "These kinds of marriage proposals be an improvement. Don't listen to him, princess," he continued, turning to me. "These kinds of marriage proposals always always have some hidden agenda or loophole." have some hidden agenda or loophole."

Something Puck said jogged my memory, and I gently freed myself from Ash to face Rowan. "Let's hear that proposal again," I said. "From the beginning. Just his offer, word for word."

Rowan rolled his eyes. "Do I look like a parrot?" he sneered. "Fine, princess, but I grow impatient, and so does the king. Last time, so do your best to follow, yes? The Iron King wishes you to become his queen. Wed Summer to Iron, and he will cease his war with the Nevernever for as long as you remain his bride-"

"As long as I remain his bride," I repeated. "Till death do us part, I suppose?"

"That is the traditional wedding vow, I believe."

"So, what's to stop him from killing me as soon as I say 'I do'?"

Rowan stiffened, and the two Iron knights shared a glance. "You a.s.sume the Iron King would do such a thing?"

"Of course he would!" Puck added, nodding as if it all made sense. "If Meghan 'weds her power to his,' he won't need her anymore. She will have already given him what he wants. So, on their wedding night, off with her head."

"'He will cease his war with the Nevernever as long as she remains his bride,'" Ash continued thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes. "Which means he'll resume his march as soon as she's dead." Ash continued thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes. "Which means he'll resume his march as soon as she's dead."

"And he'll be more powerful than ever," I finished.

Rowan laughed, but it sounded rather forced. "Fascinating theory," he taunted, though it lacked the usual bite. "But it doesn't change the fact that the Iron King is ready to destroy the Nevernever, and this is your only chance to stop him. What's your answer, princess?"

I looked at Ash, smiled faintly, and turned to Rowan. "The answer is no," I said firmly. "I refuse. Tell the false king he doesn't have to offer a marriage proposal to get me to come to him. I'll be there soon enough, when it's time to kill him."

Rowan's lips curled in a nasty smile. "How very predictable," he mused, backing up. "I thought you might say that, princess. That's why I've already sent forces to destroy your little rebel base. Better hurry back-they should almost be there by now."

"What?" I stared at Rowan, wis.h.i.+ng I could punch the smirk right off his face. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. They weren't even a threat. You couldn't have left them alone?" I stared at Rowan, wis.h.i.+ng I could punch the smirk right off his face. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d. They weren't even a threat. You couldn't have left them alone?"

"Glitch is a traitor to the Iron King, and his rebels are a blight that must be eliminated," Rowan said smugly. "Besides, I would have destroyed them anyway, just to see the look on your face when you realized more people will die because of you. Of course, the longer you stay here talking, the more time you waste to warn your little friends. I would start running now, princess."

I dug my nails into my palms, anger burning my chest. We couldn't fight them; the terms of the truce prevented it, and we had to get back quickly to help Glitch. If it wasn't already too late. Rowan smiled at me, knowing our position, and waved cheerfully.

I glared at him, backing away with Ash and Puck. "When I come for the false king," I told Rowan, "I'll be coming for you, too. I promise you that."

The traitor prince ran a blackened tongue along his lips. "Oh, I'm looking forward to it, princess." He grinned, and we sprinted out of the grove.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

IRON AGAINST IRON.