The stream burbled under the bridge. Keelie wondered if the sprite was down below listening to this conversation.
Even the bhata gathered in the trees had been silent as they watched the horror unfolding before them. A tree shepherd threatening a tree. She sensed their confusion.
“Dad, should we take the tree with us to the RV? No one will know it’s there, and its small enough to keep inside.”
The little goblin tree spat sap. I do not wish to be among humans. They’re filthy and nasty, and they’re loud.
Dad tightened his hold on the goblin tree’s branches. “Davey, this tree is responsible for what happened to Heartwood. It could’ve killed Keelie and destroyed the entire faire.”
Despite Dad’s command to stay back, Sir Davey came onto the bridge, his hand smoothing his Van Dyke beard. “There are those among the shop owners who think the blacksmith might be guilty. How can a tree have started a fire?”
“With a goblin. This tree’s roots have grown in the goblin taint. Its green soul has been twisted to evil.” Dad seemed more angry than sad at the transformation of the little tree. “It worked with the goblin to start the fire.”
Good thing Dad hadn’t worked with her in the Redwood Forest. He would have wanted to destroy all of the goblin-affected trees. A whole national park.
“Dad, let’s just take the goblin tree to the RV,” Keelie said. “We’ll search for a calming charm in the Compendium.” Her voice trailed away and a wave of loss washed over her. The Compendium had burned. She didn’t know how she’d tell Elianard. He’d never get over it, and he’d blame her for its loss. There was no other record of the spells and charms the Dread Forest elves had used for centuries, and she wouldn’t be able to look for a spell to counteract the evil effect of the Red Cap’s blood.
“We’ll figure it out,” she said finally. “I’ll contact Grandmother and Norzan. As tree shepherds, we can work together to find a solution.”
She had a new idea, one she didn’t dare tell her father. Maybe the Shining Ones-the Fairy High Court-could help her find an antidote for the goblin tree. If she could keep it alive for that long.
Dad pulled the goblin tree back over the bridge railing and lowered it onto the wooden planks. It howled as its trunk scraped the railing. “Take the cursed tree, Davey, but watch it closely.” Dad straightened as if summoning strength to continue on.
“No need to worry. I’ll have others to help me keep an eye on it.” Davey eyed the little tree warily, as if it might sprout bat wings and fangs. “Doesn’t look menacing. Just a skinny little tree.”
Knot trotted onto the bridge and sniffed around the tree’s container. “Meow.”
Keelie used to think understanding “cat” was hard, but once you really listened to the vowel arrangements and tonal inflection, it was easy.
“Later,” she whispered.
Knot crooked his tail. It was a sign he wasn’t happy, but she didn’t need the added stress of dealing with Vangar.
She’d search around Heartwood for clues. There had to be evidence of how the fire started, and she’d start with a talk with Finch. Although they’d put the fire out themselves, without help from a fire department, the resident dragon and fire expert probably could tell Keelie something about its cause.
“Keelie, come with me. We’ve been summoned by the elves,” Dad said.
“About what?” Keelie asked. “If they’re offering a group hug, I’ll pass.”
“Not a hug at all. They’re concerned about the forest, and because we’re tree shepherds, we must hear them, no matter that we have pressing problems of our own, like being homeless.” Dad’s voice was laced with bitterness.
Davey lifted the tree and it began smacking him with its branches, but he simply tilted his head back, out of reach. He walked around the side of the bridge, where he’d left a handcart, and plunked the beastly tree into it. The goblin tree rocked back and forth as if attempting an escape. Keelie wouldn’t have been surprised to see it push its roots out of the confines of the container and take off running into the woods on spindly root-feet.
If you crash and break your pot, then I’ll replant you in Knot’s litter box. Think about it-cat poo on your roots. So calm down and go with Sir Davey.
Knot swiveled his head around and meowed angrily.
The tree quit thrashing. I hate that cat. It sprayed me with urine.
Knot washed his tail, declaring his innocence, or at least his lack of concern.
Will you water me? I’m feeling a little dry after that attack. The tree was acting normal now. Seems there was a fate worse than being dumped into the stream-Knot’s litter box was treemageddon. Who knew?
Dad shook his head in disbelief. “Miraculous,” he said, bowing to Keelie.
Keelie dropped a curtsey in return.
Sir Davey seemed shocked at the tree’s sudden cooperation, since of course he hadn’t heard the conversation in tree speak.
Keelie smiled and explained. “I threatened to plant it in Knot’s litter box. Keep us posted.”
“I will,” Sir Davey said. “Or I’ll take you to the dragon,” he mumbled to the goblin tree. Keelie caught the tree’s last thoughts as it was wheeled out of the way.
Dragon? Don’t take me to the dragon.
Keelie wondered if Sir Davey and Finch had something up their sleeves to get the goblin tree to cooperate. She’d offer to deliver Knot’s litter box later to use as a threat, but it, too, was a pile of ashes.
They stopped at Janice’s shop to borrow another lantern before heading to the elven village, which meant that Dad thought the meeting might last long into the night. Dad was silent, and Keelie thought about what Heartwood’s loss meant to him. The fine furniture he had built was gone, all his time and craftsmanship vanished in a single night. And though the apartment above wasn’t his permanent home, he’d lived there every summer for years.
She put her hand on his arm, and he tucked it into the crook of his elbow. She’d lost a lot, but she had her father, and last year, after her mother’s death, she’d thought she’d be alone forever.
Now she had Dad, and Knot, and Cricket. The little goblin was still missing, but Keelie kept her eyes peeled for any sign of him.
She glanced at Dad. Maybe if she said something, it would help alleviate the dreadful tension flowing from him. She didn’t know what the elves wanted, but a summons was always bad news, and, in Keelie’s experience, it usually involved some threat or a reminder that she wasn’t one of them.
Knot slipped ahead, dancing through the ferns.
“Dad, have you seen Cricket?”
He glanced at her. “In the vast pile of problems we’ve accumulated over the past few hours, a missing goblin does not register.”
“He’s just a baby.” Keelie was stunned by Dad’s reaction. Although she knew he blamed Cricket for the fire, Dad could have offered a word of comfort to her rather than a scolding.
Her silence must have given him a clue to her thoughts. “It’s a goblin,” he repeated. “It can take care of itself. It’s probably off in a garbage can, eating something vile. It’ll be back. Come on. We don’t want to keep our brethren waiting.”
The forest path turned to crushed stone, then flat stones set into the ground. They passed the first of the gray stone cottages where the elves lived while at this faire, a sign of how old the faire was. She remembered the first time she’d come here. She hadn’t been welcome then either, but now she knew more about her so-called brethren.
Sean stepped off a porch and onto the cobbled path. He greeted them, but kept his eyes on Dad with only a glance at Keelie. Her heart dropped. What was awaiting them?
“Follow me.” He turned and walked briskly to the communal stone building that stood in a square of lawn. Candles in a chandelier flickered above, throwing a honey-soft light on the wooden table in the middle of the cold and austere room. Several elves had gathered around the table including Elianard and, surprisingly, Lady Etilafael, the head of the Elven Council in the Dread Forest. What was she doing here?
Keelie had been right. It was a Council meeting, and she didn’t have a good feeling about this one. Not that her prior experiences with elves had been a picnic, but tonight’s meeting seemed extra somber. Couldn’t this wait until tomorrow or the next day, when they’d recovered a little from the fire?
“Good evening, Zekeliel.” Elianard motioned toward an empty chair. “Please sit. It seems this couldn’t wait, although I encouraged all to have this meeting take place during daylight hours.”
The jousters had lined up against the back wall. They all wore stoic expressions. Keelie knew these guys-when they weren’t jousting they liked to clown around with Sean, but here, under their steely and hard gaze, she felt as if she was standing accused of something. It reminded her of when she’d been taken before the Council on suspicion of using dark magic. She shivered.
“Evidence has been found that goblins are on the move, and that they are here hiding in and around the human town of Fort Collins,” said a voice from the shadows.
Chills danced up Keelie’s spine as she recognized the speaker. As if sensing her awareness, Lord Niriel stepped forward. What was he doing here? He’d been exiled, last fall, for his role in the assault on the Wildewood unicorn in a misguided attempt to protect the Dread Forest. Even though Niriel was Sean’s dad, Keelie couldn’t forgive the handsome elf.
Dad stiffened beside her, and he reached down to squeeze her hand.
Tonight Niriel was dressed in jewel-toned robes; it certainly didn’t look as if he had been roughing it on the road. Of course, he’d been living in Germany, where he’d been sent on a swordsmith exchange, so he probably had plenty of cash for nice garb.
He looked around the table, then spoke in grave tones. “Recently, I sought an audience with Terciel, the leader of the Northwoods elves, and he spoke of many disturbing things.” Niriel paused. “One is that a goblin army is on the move, and I have come to warn you that they are here.”
Etilafael looked around at the assembled elves. “Although Niriel was sent away from his home forest, he still strives to help his elven brethren. This grave news, on the heels of the attack in the Northwoods, tells us that we need all the help we can assemble. His diligence and his need to protect all elves have enlightened the Council. Therefore, we have decided to abolish his exile, reinstating him to his former status within our clan.”
Murmurs of approval circulated among the elves.
Keelie nearly swallowed her tongue. Furious, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Niriel had been slapped on the hand, told he was a bad elf, and asked to behave nicely.
“What evidence have you found?” Dad asked, very calmly. His eyes were glued on Niriel, waiting to hear what words he would spout to worm his way back into the good graces of all the elves.
“During the months I’ve had to endure without my son, my home forest, and my tribe”-Niriel swept his hands around in a dramatic gesture-“I traveled to Portland, the human city, where rumors hold that goblins roam in large numbers. The diabolical creatures live in the sewers and exist on garbage, and now I have evidence they have spread, and are here.”
A sinking feeling hit Keelie in the pit of her stomach when one of the jousters brought a silver cage into the room. Cricket sat in the middle of it, chewing on a plastic bottle, oblivious to his surroundings. They placed him in the center of the table. All of the elves scooted back, expressions of horror flashing across their faces.
Keelie was about to run and snatch up the cage in her arms, but Dad blocked her with an outstretched arm. She cut her eyes over to him, and he shook his head.
“This creature does not seem threatening,” Dad declared. “Do you base your fear-mongering on this pathetic insect?” His voice was suddenly in her thoughts. Don’t react, whatever happens, Keelie. I’m afraid that if they destroy your pet, you will be next. His hand squeezed hers again.
Even knowing that Dad was just trying to calm the elves’ fears, Keelie felt a twinge of outrage. Cricket was not an insect.
Niriel walked around the table until he was directly across from them. “Lord Zekeliel, you have lost much because of the goblins. Your home here, your business-I would think that you would be the first to call for their destruction.”
“What is your interest in this, Lord Niriel? Or do you have unconcluded business from our last encounter in the Dread Forest?” Dad ignored the gasps around the table.
Keelie saw Sean wince, then carefully school his features. Why hadn’t he warned her that his father was here?
“At the risk of sounding callous, Lord Zekeliel, where there is smoke, there is fire.” Niriel gestured toward Cricket. “The presence of this small specimen is a sign that there are more, and we have seen the damage that goblins can do. We must act swiftly.”
“There are no other goblins,” Keelie cried. She couldn’t believe the elves were accusing Cricket. “He’s a baby! How could he have started a fire?”
“How do you know this?” Niriel barked.
“Because I brought him here. He was with me.”
Dad groaned.
“So, you don’t deny bringing this creature?” Niriel’s eyes were bright with a mix of hatred and madness. “You are only confirming what we already knew.”
“He followed me from the Northwoods. He’s harmless.”
Etilafael cleared her throat. “Mayhaps the child has misguided intentions, but I don’t think she would purposefully ally herself with the goblins.”
“Our brave warriors fought against these creatures, who followed a being most foul-Peascod, a goblin in the service of the hunter god, Herne,” Niriel snapped in reply. “Keelie was seen with Herne, and it has been reported to me that the god coveted her and named her consort before the Grey Mantle Council. Of course she will defend the goblin spawn. And”-Niriel leaned forward-“she knows the location of the goblin stronghold.”
Stunned, Keelie glared at Sean, who shook his head. What had he been saying to his father? Were they speaking of the goblin stronghold in the Northwoods?
“I don’t know anything about a goblin stronghold,” Keelie said, hoping they could see the truth in her eyes. She knew that the dark fae lived Under-the-Hill, but she wasn’t about to reveal the existence of this realm to Niriel, or to the other elves.
“My daughter has said all she will say tonight. She knows nothing of a goblin stronghold. Can we adjourn this meeting and reconvene another time? I lost my shop in a fire tonight.” Dad’s eyes flashed. “I have much to do.”
“Yes, we all know of your loss. The humans accuse the one named Vangar, but the Council and the elves do not think he is behind the fire. Humans do not have the magical means to find the real arsonist.”
Did the elves truly know something about who was behind the fire? Keelie yawned. Fatigue was settling into her body but she forced herself to listen to every word.
“And this cannot wait until morning?” Dad’s voice was weary.
Niriel bowed his head. “I understand your fatigue and the sadness of your loss. We all sympathize. But we need to address the loss of the Compendium, too.”
Dad sighed and his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. “Get on with it then, Niriel.”
“Lord Elianard, if you will.” Niriel gestured, and the Lore Master rose from his chair and placed a torn square of thick paper in the middle of the table. The candlelight acted as a spotlight, making the shred of paper glow.
Keelie forced herself not to react. She recognized the parchment from the Compendium. She lifted her face to find Niriel staring directly at her.
“I see you recognize it.”
Keelie refused to answer, biting down on her lip as she turned to her father for guidance.
“Where did you get it?” Dad asked. “Did the Compendium not burn in the fire?”
“We found it with this creature!” Niriel flourished his hand over Cricket. “He was eating it.”
Keelie winced.
The little goblin threw the remains of his soft drink bottle at Niriel. The elven lord stepped back and raised his hand as if he was going to strike the goblin, despite the bars that enclosed the creature. At the last moment he clenched his hand, probably remembering that he had an audience, and pointed his index finger accusingly at Keelie. “Do you know where the goblins have hidden our Compendium?”
Chaos erupted in the room as all the elves started to argue at once. Cricket panicked, throwing himself against the bars of his cage with frenzied squeaks, and Keelie dashed forward and flung open the cage. The goblin skittered across the table like a spider, then wove his way between feet, up the wall, and out the door, adding to the confusion in the room.
Her joy at his escape was cut off abruptly as she saw Niriel’s triumphant expression. She had just given him more evidence, and in front of all the elves. Could he be using a charm, or some other form of magic? Keelie angled her head fifteen degrees and Earth magic zinged through her body. She focused on Niriel and silently recited the words Finch had taught her: Allow me to see truly.
She caught a tiny flash, then nothing, as Niriel turned from her.
“Keelie, it is time to go,” Dad said.
He escorted Keelie out of the communal building, lecturing her on proper protocol and common sense. As he turned toward the bridge, Keelie stopped.
“I thought we were going to Davy’s RV?”
“I’m taking you back to Janice’s shop. Stay there until the meeting is done.”
“But Dad-”
“You stay there. Speak to no one. Do not try to find the goblin.”
She only nodded, numb at the events of the night.
Janice met her with a cup of tea and a hug, then handed her pajama pants and a sweatshirt. “No need to wake up early. It’s almost morning now, and you’re done in.”
Keelie put on the borrowed pajamas and crawled into bed next to Raven. How could the elves think she would give the Compendium to the goblins? She’d been planning to post it online, so that there wasn’t only one copy.
The worst thing was, she didn’t know what to do about Dad’s anger. He had defended her, and then she had released the goblin, pretty much proving herself guilty. She hoped he didn’t do anything foolish back at the elven village. Her face burned at the position she’d put him in.
And why hadn’t Sean defended her? Was it because his father was back? She’d never expected to see Niriel again. Or maybe in a hundred years or so. The only being worse than Niriel was Peascod, and at least he hadn’t shown his masked face here.
When the first rays of morning light filtered through Janice’s homemade curtains, Keelie felt as if she’d barely slept-although Raven was no longer next to her, so she must have been asleep for a little while. She yanked the covers over her head. All night long she’d wondered how she could find out what had happened to the Compendium, and who had started the fire at Heartwood. She’d thought about trying to contact Herne; however, with the elves upset about the goblins, it didn’t seem like that would be a good idea.
Neither Cricket nor Knot had returned home. No, this was not home. This was Janice’s shop. This was Raven’s home. Keelie’s had burned and all was lost.
She sighed and rubbed her chest. Was this heartbreak? She hoped Knot and Cricket were safe.
Janice knocked softly on the door and poked her head in. “Are you up? You have a visitor.”
Keelie lowered the quilt from her face. “Who is it?”
“It’s Sean. Why don’t you come out when you’re dressed?”
Keelie sighed. “I don’t want to see him.”
Janice frowned. “He’s very insistent. He says it’s an emergency.”
Keelie thought of Dad heading back to the elven village and fear pulsed through her, along with images of him hurt and alone. She flipped the covers off, grabbed her running shoes with yesterday’s socks jammed into them, and ran downstairs wearing an old pair of Raven’s pajama pants and Janice’s Earth Is Our Mother sweatshirt.
Her bare feet were cold on the hardwood floors (oak from Northern California). Sean stood there alone, surrounded by displays of bottled tinctures and baskets of loose herbs. He turned to look at her, handsome in his jousting clothes, with his blond hair pulled back by a leather tie.
“Is it Dad? What’s wrong?” Keelie rushed to him, dropping the shoes and placing her hands on his chest.
“Your father’s safe,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
Relieved, Keelie bent to put on her shoes, schooling her face as she jammed in her feet and tied the laces.
“If you were to stay in the elven village, it would be easier for me to watch over you.”
“I’m happy staying with Janice and Raven.”
Sean stepped closer to her, as if bridging the distance between them could make her do as he wanted. He pressed his forehead to hers. “We would be together, and the other elves would see that you’re with me, not running around with fairies and goblin creatures. They will take note that you’re trying to be more elf.”
Before Keelie could answer, Knot pushed his way through the door, followed by Cricket, who had several bhata riding him like a spidery golf cart. Feithid daoine buzzed around the open window. Something had the fae and dark fae creatures in turmoil. Knot saw Sean and pushed Cricket back out the door, then sauntered back in, arching his back and meowing.
Sean cast a glance at Knot. “Stay here at Janice’s, then. The elves are looking for the goblin.” He didn’t see Cricket, who was climbing out the window, probably headed for the roof with his bhata riders.
Tension threaded through Keelie’s body. It would be hard to keep Cricket out of sight. “Let’s go for a walk. It’s stuffy in here.”
Keelie looked back at Knot and motioned for him to stay. Knot’s tail twitched angrily. “I’ll be right back. Sean and I need to talk.”
“Meow.” He narrowed his eyes.
She didn’t want to say it aloud, so she thought at Knot, hoping the telepathic connection they once had would work again: Keep an eye on Cricket. He may know where the Compendium is, if it survived the fire.
Knot ignored her and washed his front paw.
She didn’t know if he heard her, but she knew Knot wouldn’t listen to her anyway. When did he ever?