halfway between anger and uncertainty. âWhat are you doing here? You better not harm Neff.â
âDo you care about a single old man, my son?â said Queen Gwylph in a musical voice that made Talfi achewith hunger and delight. âAn elfâs lowest business is more important than the welfare of the highest Kin, and this Kinâs life has nearly run its minuscule course.â
âWhat do you want, Mother?â Ranadar said guardedly.
âAnd this,â Gwylph said, turning to Talfi, âis the boy who forgot how to die. The first. Tell me, little one, what is it about you that made my son cruelly turn against his own mother and break her heart?â
Actual tears came to Queen Gwylphâs eyes, and Talfi suddenly wanted nothing more than to comfort her, stop this lovely creature from weeping. Any world that would make her cry wasnât worth living in.
Then Ranadar touched Talfiâs arm and blew warm breath in his face. The desire vanished like a burst soap bubble, and the queen seemed much less beautiful, to boot. He could see the fine spray of winkles on her face and the silver in her hair. Anger stiffened Talfiâs spine.
âItâs probably that I donât bed donkeys,â Talfi said. âOr lick goat balls.â
âHow dare you!â the queen snapped out of reflex.
âThatâs what the goat said,â Talfi replied.
âShe is still my mother,
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,â Ranadar said softly.
âIâd say Iâm sorry,â Talfi replied, âbut I donât want to.â
âYouââ she began.
âThe first time we speak in over a year, Mother, and you throw a glamour on my beloved,â Ranadar interrupted. âWhy are you here? You Twisted a sprite all the way from Palana, made it track me down, and ordered it to lay your image over this old man. That took a lot of power, so I assume you have a reason for spending it.â
Gwylph recovered herself. âI am here for you, Ranadar.â
âYou will have to say more than that.â
âDo you love me, my son?â
A pained look flickered across Ranadarâs face before he managed to erase it. Talfi, who knew Ranadar well, wondered if Gwylph caught it, too. âThat does not matter, does it? You have made your decisions, and I have made mine.â
Gwylph dropped the scepter. It struck the ground and changed back into Neffâs walking stick. She stepped forward and touched Ranadarâs face. She was so close to Talfi that he could hear the illusory rustling of her gown and smell the flowery scent of her hair. Neither put a hold on him, but it was like standing next to the real Queen Gwylph.
âI miss you,â she said with genuine grief in her voice. âYou are my son, my only child. I do not care what your . . . friends or your beloved mortal have done. They may have killed your fatherââhere her voice choked a littleââbut they are not you. I love you so very much, and I want you back where you belong. In Alfhame. At my side. Come home.â
âI . . . cannot, Mother.â Ranadar backed up a step and closed his eyes. âYou know that.â
âIs it because of the boy?â Gwylph persisted. âHe can come. We will cast no glamours on him, I give you my word. He can stay as your playmate or your consort or whatever title you want to give him. He can stay until he dies that final time, and then you can move on.â
âHe will not die naturally, Mother,â Ranadar said.
âOh, my son.â Here Gwylph seemed pained again, and Talfi wondered if it was real, or if she was just a very good actress. âThat is not true. I have studied the matter extensively, and I know he was the vessel for the power of the Iron Axe. Its power was keeping him alive. Once the Axe was reformed, the power left him. He is a normal human now. He will die one day, and sooner than you think. It is always so