'I think a man your age travelling with a younger woman causes less comment, don't you? Anyway, I told you, I'm tired of hiding.'
There was something about that little addition that rang differently in her voice. Not a lie, but it made me look at her more closely. She had acquired a freshness, a sparkle that had nothing to do with the autumn sunshine filtering through the trees.
'We'll rest here a moment,' she turned away from my scrutiny to look around the clearing. 'How are you holding up?'
'I feel great. Travelling down the Way is fantastic.'
'The Ways leave you elated and full of energy, but it will quickly wear off and leave you feeling tired and washed out. Too much of it and you can lose focus.'
'What happens then?'
'You don't want to get lost on the Way.'
I didn't feel tired or lost. I was buzzing. I had so many questions.
'What are the sounds you can hear on the Way?'
'The low rushing sound is the Way, itself.'
'No, I meant the other noises, the ones that sound like the echoes of voices.'
'I don't hear those.'
'You don't?'
'No.'
'I'm sure I heard them.'
She hesitated.
'Is something wrong?' I asked her.
'No, nothing's wrong. At least I don't think so. It's just that there are gaps in my knowledge, Rabbit. I know it must seem like I know all about the Feyre, but the truth is that I only know the ones I've met, or seen, or heard about. You present me with things I've never come across before. Tell me, what do you see when you travel down the Way?'
'There are flashes of things, flying past. Spirals, eddies that twist and turn, lights that streak past like shooting stars in a sea of blue so deep, it's just… It's hard to make sense of it.'
'When I travel, I see a river of fire streaked from blue through to yellow and orange. It's like riding on an explosion of flame.'
'Why is it different?'
'I am Fey'ree, a creature of fire and air. When I call to the Way, it answers me in kind, bearing me on a river of fire and air. When you call to it, it answers according to your nature.'
'What is it then that I'm seeing and hearing?'
'The Feyre believe in five elements. Each of the Feyre expresses those elements in their own way, which is what makes us different from each other. The greyne are of water and air, the trollen of earth and water, each an expression of its essence.'
'I thought there were supposed to be four elements.'
'Earth, air, fire, water, and the void.'
'What's the void?'
'It is the space between things; the emptiness dividing one from another. It is everywhere, between everything. Without it there would be no you or me or anything else. It would all merge into a single mass. The void is the element for the wraithkin.'
'Is that bad?'
'There is no good or bad in it, it just is. As I told you, I am a creature of fire and air and, as such, I can't be harmed with it. I could put my hand in a flame and it would be hot and it might hurt, but it wouldn't burn me.'
'So what does it mean to be of the void?'
'I've no idea, I've never been in a position to ask anyone before.'
I thought about that for a moment. How would she know? The wraithkin had taken themselves apart from the rest of the Feyre a long time ago and even in the best of times I got the impression that they were secretive.
'It didn't look like nothingness.'
'Pardon?'
'The void. It didn't look like nothing.'
'I didn't say it was nothing, I said it was between things. When we were in the conference room, back at the Courts of Justice, what made you choose the mirror?'
'Well, it was there on the wall, and you told me the wraithkin that came that night… you know?' A shadow crossed her eyes, but I pressed on. 'Well, you said he spoke into the mirror, so I wondered if I could too.'
'And you did.'
'It worked quite well, didn't it?'
'That's why I have to be careful what I say to you. Before you called to the mirror I had no idea you could do that without touching it. Remember, the wraithkin on that night put his hand on the mirror?'
'Yes, but it felt like the same thing.'
'And it was, but would you have tried if I had told you that you couldn't do it that way?'
'Probably not,' I admitted.
'So by letting you follow your instinct, rather than filling you full of my preconceptions, you discovered something for yourself. Honestly, Rabbit, at the moment I am your worst enemy.'
'No, Blackbird. You're my best friend.'
I had expected a smile for that, but instead her expression changed to something more guarded and neutral.
'You place too much trust in me.'
'Do I?'
'You know you do. You admitted as much when we were in the crypt.' She avoided eye contact, wading slowly through the leaves around her ankles.
'You've helped me enormously. You must know how grateful I am?'
There was a long pause. She was focused on the distant farms visible through the trees.
'I did not think you would survive last night.'
'I know. You explained that at the underground station.'
'It doesn't make a very good friend, though, does it?'
It was my turn to pause.
'You are meant to be here,' I told her.
'Pardon?'
'I was tempted before to tell you before that you were in the vision, so you would come with me, but the truth is I didn't see you.'
'You can't lie to me like that, Rabbit.'
'I know, and I didn't try, but I was tempted.'
'So what makes you say I am meant to be here?'
'Because I knew the crypt from my vision as soon as I saw it, but if you hadn't been there I would never have known it existed. Why would I? I didn't know about the Way or where to find it, but you did. Therefore you had to be there with me.' I gave her a hesitant smile.
'Someone else could have told you.'
'Who? No one else will speak to me after what happened with Fenlock, you said that much yourself. No, you may not have appeared in the vision, but you're meant to be here, I'm certain of that.'
She turned away again, staring across the fields as the breeze rustled in the branches overhead.
I changed the subject. 'How come we're not in a crypt or something?'
She paused, then waded back though the leaves towards me. 'The Ways were here long before the churches were built. There used to be temples and shrines on some of the node points and when Christianity arrived, the sites became churches. What better way to ensure a set of followers than to incorporate the old religions into the new?'
