Kingfisher

Carrie turned, contemplated Stillwater’s small, gleaming army of

machines.

She went to work.

She took the pot with her when she finished.





24


Pierce was sitting at the Kingfisher bar late in the evening, alone and

waiting for Friday or Carrie, whichever came first, when he became aware of a

stirring in the air beside him, a shift of the empty barstool. Fingers gripped

his arm. He turned, looked into a white, thin face with the wolf’s pale,

luminous eyes. Carrie, he realized with a start; still he did not entirely

recognize her.

“You’re a knight,” she said, getting to the point without bothering to say

hello. “At least you look like one. And you know something about magic. You

knew which knife to steal.”

He flushed. “I’m giving it back, I swear—”

“I meant that you saw the magic in it. The mystery. I need help. Isn’t that

what questing knights are for?”

“I suppose. I didn’t really listen to the instructions. Of course I’ll

help, whatever it is. Can I buy you that beer?”

She nodded, raising a finger at Tye, who lifted an empty glass in greeting and

slid it under a tap. Pierce, studying her hollow, resolute face, wondered at

the changes in it.

He said abruptly, “It’s Stillwater. Isn’t it?”

“Don’t say that name,” she breathed. “Not in here. He’s got a history,

here.”

“Carrie,” Tye said, setting her beer down. “Haven’t seen much of you these

days. Working too hard?”

“Thanks, Tye,” she said, giving him a smile that he didn’t return. His

eyes, behind his glasses, seemed opaque, his thoughts withdrawn to some

distant place. He didn’t look at Pierce until Pierce spoke.

“Tye. About the knife—”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll settle up later. You okay for now?”

“For now, thanks,” Pierce answered, and Tye moved away, swatting at a

cruising fly with his bar towel. Above him, the mobile of hanging Fools’

heads swayed and turned as someone else came in. Pierce was silent until a

couple settled at the other end of the bar, and Tye went to greet them. Then

he said softly, “They know. Don’t they? That you’re working for him?”

Carrie gave a brief nod, huddling over her beer, dropping words into it as

though they would dissolve with the beer bubbles. “He destroyed this place,”

she whispered, “and left them all spellbound. Not even my father could drive

him out of Chimera Bay. He couldn’t enchant my father, though. My father saw

clearly enough what was going on. Like you do, even though you’ve never even

met—never—” She paused, asked bewilderedly, “How on earth did you find

your way to that restaurant? I thought you’d left town.”

“I blew a tire and hit a tree. I stayed downtown while my car was being

fixed. Skulked, more like it, so that I wouldn’t run into anyone here. I don

’t know why I wanted that knife. I just did. So I took it. Then I wandered by

that restaurant and saw something else I wanted.”

Her eyes widened. “Are you just naturally drawn to trouble, or do you go

looking for it?”

“How would I know? I’ve never left home before.”

“Well.” Her voice went thin again, almost inaudible. “She could use your

help. We both could. Very much. You saw what he wanted you to see. The way he

wanted you to see her. He did that to me, too. To everyone in this place. He

shows you a face to fall in love with, then he starves you. You can never have

it, and you can’t live without it.”

“Sage,” he breathed, suddenly cold. “Is she—”

“Not like him. No. She could use some rescuing.” She linked her fingers

around her glass but didn’t lift it; she hadn’t taken a single sip. “She’s

trapped. So am I. But at least I know now what I’m looking at.”

“What can I do?”

She drew a breath. “Come for lunch tomorrow. Anytime after one—he should be

open by then. I might need someone to fight for me.”

“What are you planning?” he asked, startled.

“I made some changes. I’m not sure about anything I did, or can do. But

maybe, while you’re there, you’ll think of something. If nothing I did

works.”

His eyes narrowed. “Does Merle know you’re doing this?”

Her taut face warmed unexpectedly at the name; she almost smiled. Again,

Pierce glimpsed the wolf in her eyes. “I haven’t told him. But he’ll know.



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