blood, but why?'
'It's complicated.'
'Try me.'
'There are no simple explanations. I can't begin to explain it all.'
'So I just have to take your word for it, do I?'
She sighed. 'The Untainted are pure-bloods. They fought to keep the blood-lines of the Feyre free from the taint of humanity. Half-breeds like you and I are a symbol of their failure to maintain that purity. We are the reason they were exiled, the source of their pain, the justification for the continuing conflict between the courts. Simply by existing you are a thorn in their side, and they will pluck you out.'
'So will they come for you too?'
Her expression darkened. 'They would if they could. I stay away from them, try not to get involved.' She looked meaningfully at me. 'Unfortunately, as I said, I gained some responsibility for what happens to you.'
'So maybe I could stay away from them too? Like you do.'
'I told you, it gained a sense of you. It will be able to find you.'
'So what am I supposed to do? It's not just me, there's my daughter too. She doesn't even know they'll be looking for her.'
Blackbird paused, considering. It left me wondering how far her responsibilities went.
Finally, she spoke. 'I can take you to see someone, someone who may know what to do. Maybe if you can join one of the six courts then it will help. The courts provide justice and protection. Any Fey who is not a member of the courts does not receive their protection. If you're killed then it is just unfortunate. No one will avenge your death or demand blood-price for your heart.'
'My heart?'
'It is a figure of speech.'
I was relieved to hear it.
'Mostly,' she added as an afterthought. 'But the point is that the courts may be able to protect you from the Untainted and from other Fey who wish you harm, at least for a while.'
'And my daughter? What about her?'
'She's as safe as she can be at the moment, as long as you stay away from her.'
'Will the courts protect her too?'
'They may, but meanwhile neither of you are bound to any court and therefore receive no one's protection.'
'Not even yours?'
She paused, then continued, 'There is a way you may receive my protection. You could bind yourself to me as my servant for nine-times-nine years of your life, during which time you will do no one's will but mine. Is that what you want?'
'Eighty-one years? I'll be dead by then.'
'You may be dead a lot sooner than that. It is one way to survive. By binding yourself to me you would receive the court's protection as it extends to me and I would be responsible for your life. But when I say you would have no will but mine, I mean it. Any power you possess would be mine to command and if I told you to stick your head in a bucket of sewage and breathe in, you would do it.'
'And what about my daughter?'
'She would have to take her chances, as you did.'
'Then I can't. You understand?'
'It is a wise decision. Wiser than you know.'
'I'm sorry? If you knew I shouldn't do it, why tempt me with the offer?'
'Life is full of choices. If you did not know it was a possibility then you could not choose. As you have chosen, your life may be short, but it will be your own. Had you decided to bind yourself to me then your life would be mine for the next eighty-one years. You will live longer than that, if you survive, but those years would have been mine, not yours. You would probably never see your daughter again.'
'Then I made the right choice.'
'Perhaps. We make the choices we make. For as long as you live, your will and your power will be your own.'
'My power? You mean I'll be able to do magic too?' This whole conversation was starting to freak me out again.
'Don't get excited. Your gifts may be quite small: a talent for lighting fires, perhaps, or a way with growing things.'
'Like green fingers?'
'Without knowing your heritage there's no way to predict what it will be. You will find out in the next couple of days, if you live that long. It will take a little time to manifest properly. Your body adjusts quicker than your mind, especially as you have come into it so unexpectedly.'
'How will I know when it happens?'
She shook her head. 'Each individual's experience is different, Rabbit. It could be that you will find that you can make things disappear in plain sight, or that you develop an intuition for how things should work and ways of fixing them. It could happen suddenly or develop slowly over weeks, months maybe.'
'Is there a way of making it happen faster?'
'It isn't a matter of making it happen, Rabbit. It's already happened. The power is there within you, all you have to do is reach for it. Your mind, though, will not accept it. Like suddenly having an extra sense, your mind ignores it because it does not know what to do with it. Once you make that connection you will be able to bind your power to your intent, to make things happen because you want them to, bend reality around your will. But until you make the connection it will remain inactive. How long that takes depends on how much you believe in it, and how much you want it.'
I laughed.
'What's so funny?'
'Me. I'm sitting here talking about magic powers as if they're real. I'm about as magical as this table.'
'There you are, you see? As long as your mind denies your power, your magic will remain quiescent, unsummoned. The truth is that long before your gift can flower, the Untainted will come for you. You need to be prepared.'
'Maybe I can use my power to defend myself?'
'This is not the first time this has happened, Rabbit. You are not the only one to come into their power in the middle of their life. I helped another in your position. She wanted to fight.'
'What happened to her?'
She scanned across the crowd, as if in search of a familiar face. 'I never saw her again. Maybe she is out there somewhere, never staying anywhere long, always moving.'
'You don't believe that.'
She shifted her attention back to me, looking straight into my eyes. 'No, I don't. If she fought then she died. If you fight, you will die also. These are full Fey and they are old. Magic responds to need, that's true, but the Untainted are among the most feared and powerful of the Feyre, creatures of nightmare. When they come for you, do not try and fight them. Run.'
'Where to?'
'It matters not. Wherever you go they will find you. Just keep running and hope they do not catch you.'
'And if they do?'
'Then it's over. You will die.'
THREE
'So what am I going to do? I can't keep running for ever.'
'I'll take you to someone who may be able to offer you counsel. In the meantime you should call your office
