A line deepened on her forehead. "It's what you told us to do."
"What if I hadn't?"
"But you did."
"But if I'd said to do something different? What if I'd had Bern take responsibility? Asked her to have her givnomai covered, then say she'd killed the birder. Would you have agreed with that?"
She didn't hesitate. "Yes."
"Because?"
"You're queen."
"And that's enough? You'll do what I ask because I'm queen?"
Confusion and a little wariness shone from her eyes. She nodded.
"What if I wasn't? What if the high council announced a different queen? Would you follow her too?"
Again, not so much as a breath before her reply. "Of course."
I wiped my fingers on my shorts, thinking and not liking my own thoughts. I looked at my would-be lieutenant again. "What if I asked you to kill someone? Someone who as far as you knew had done nothing wrong, just in my opinion held the potential. Would you do that?"
There was a flicker this time and for a second I tensed, expectant.
Then, "Of course."
Of course.
I looked at her again, hoping I'd see something that would change the sick feeling twisting in my gut, making me regret my lunch.
She sat waiting, ready to do as I said, whatever I said. But there was no fire inside her, no life.
No, she wasn't like Mel. She was like me, a blind follower, a sheep.
I put in another call to Kale before moving back out into the sunshine.
In the meantime I'd done what I could do and my bit of self-discovery didn't seem that grim. Maybe I had been a sheep, but it didn't mean being one hadn't served the tribe well. Areto following my orders served the tribe well. . it was all about the leadership. If the right Amazons were in the top positions, following them had to be okay.
So as far as the baby, I just needed to talk to someone. There was every possibility the sons were lying and had convinced Mel of those lies. When the council called back, I'd know. Until then there was no reason to stew.
With my conscience clear, I headed toward the barn. I hadn't ridden in days and not only did the horses need exercise, I needed the peace that came with galloping across a field. I could indulge that need and work in some practice throwing spears from horseback for our upcoming performance at the state fair while waiting for my call.
As I stepped onto the gravel that separated the yard from the barn area, Thea pulled back down the drive. She parked under a big maple, hopped out, and strode toward me.
"I've found the child."
The sugar cubes I'd brought for the horses fell onto the ground.
"She's in Madison." She placed two fingers in her mouth and blew, a move that resulted in a sharp whistle.
The warriors immediately appeared from the barn and Areto from the house. Sare, who had been sitting under a tree carving fetishes, brushed dirt off the seat of her shorts and moved toward us too.
Thea glanced at the approaching Amazons, then addressed me. "The bird son took her to your friend. Did you see them?"
My mind played back the scene in the basement like an old movie reel, jumpy and scratchy. Had I seen the baby? One looked just like another to me, but the bird son? I knew I hadn't seen him. Of course, I had seen Jack, not at Mel's but soon after.
I shook my head.
Areto walked up, followed closely by Sare. The warriors had already taken up a position a few feet away. I was surprised that none of them had stepped closer or lined up beside me. As it was, they could have as easily been flanking Thea as me. She had signaled for them, but, still, their choice of position was odd.
I forced myself not to look at them, not to let any sign of my confusion show. Instead, I answered Thea. "I didn't see them, but Bern stayed behind. I can have her check it out." Thinking we were done, I bent to pick up the sugar cubes.
"That will only alert them that we know she is there. In fact, your trip and leaving Bern there may have already endangered our success. We should go tonight."
"And do what?" I'd picked up the cubes and held them in my loosely closed hand.
Thea glanced at the others and then back at me. "Attack, of course. Get the baby back and bring her here."
I shook my arm, felt the cubes rattle inside my fist like beans in a maraca. "No. Not yet." I turned toward the barn.
Thea reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder to stop me.
I stiffened. It was instinct when anyone touched me, but in this circumstance being watched by the warriors and artisan of the camp, I particularly didn't want to be touched, especially by Thea. I stepped to the side and spun, causing her hand to drop and bringing me back to facing her.
"There is no reason to wait."
I could feel eyes on us, but when I glanced at the warriors their gazes dropped.
Thea stepped closer and stage-whispered in my ear, "It was one thing to run last night, to leave those here to clean up. I understand your past, that you can't afford a second run-in with the human police so soon after your arrest last fall, but to add to the crime of losing the child by not going after her now, how can you justify that?"
Two of the warriors shifted their feet.
My fingers tightened on the treats in my hand. The cubes cut into my skin. I didn't know where to start with her outrageous claims. That I ran? That I was denying a charge?
But I was queen. I didn't have to explain.
Instead, I moved the cubes into my other hand and wiped the left-behind bits of sugar off my palm and onto my shorts. "How exactly did you learn where the baby is? How do we know she is there at all?" I used the feminine because Thea had. I didn't want to alert her I might not believe everything I had been told. . not yet.
Emotion flickered behind her eyes. Annoyance, I guessed.
"We tracked the. . son."
I had been feigning interest, really only concerned with reminding her I was in charge, but her response surprised me. "We?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it with a smile. "I hired someone. I know it isn't normal, but we needed someone with experience researching."