enough that it didn't sting any longer, not much.

'You'll see to the lady.' He spoke without an accent, but with an odd rhythm. He put the woman's head down, cr gently, and moved to the jump seat opposite. The elf hadn't moved.

Danny shoved his brain back into Trauma Mode. Air\a first The woman sucked in a breath, and the dark well of blood in her flank sucked and bubbled. Through the lung. Bad. 'Excuse me,' he said, stuck a penlight between his teeth and bent down to check beneath her. No exit wound. One hole to seal: less bad for the moment. An ER would have to worry about where the bullet was.

A couple of long rips with the shears got the white jacket out of the way. Danny ripped open a pressure bandage, peeled the blue satin away from the hole. There was nothing between the thin slick fabric and her skin. The pad went on and he leaned on the sucker. He tore off some tape one-handed and sealed it down. She heaved another breath, coughed, but the bad noises stopped.

Danny took inventory. The scalp wound looked minor, a bullet crease or a flying sliver; it was clotting okay, not a priority. There was a nasty clip out of her upper left arm. He could see bone.

The door by the patient's head opened. A big man in a black bush jacket leaned in. There was a Colt. 45 in his hand; it looked small there. 'Looks clear, sir.' His voice had some Irish in it. 'Ruthins. Mighty hunters. Fah.' He turned his head and spat. 'Norma Jean?'

The small man said, 'The young man seems to be doing well by her.'

'The young man could use a hand,' Danny said, feeling the sweat on his hands and face. 'Can one of you guys hold her shoulder? Really firm, and don't let go if she screams.'

The big man leaned into the car. 'Reducin' the fracture?'

'That's the idea.'

The man nodded and put his hands on the woman's upper arm. Danny pulled, clenching his teeth against the sound of grating bone, but the woman didn't yell, just grunted. He got the dressing and splint in place. 'That's it. Thanks.'

'Think nothin' of it.'

'Her name's Norma Jean?'

'Around here,' the small man said, 'names are something one keeps to oneself. We call people things.' He indicated the big man and the elf in turn. 'This is Lincoln McCain. And Cloudhunter Who Keeps His Sisters' Counsel, though Cloudhunter will do. I am called Mr. Patrise.' He spelled it.

'Danny Holman.'

'You're a… medical student?'

'I'm a paramedic.'

'That means you have a license.'

'Yeah. Can I show it to you some other time, please? She needs a hospital.'

'Yes. And yes.'

The big man, McCain, said, 'Cook County's closest.'

'Not secure,' Cloudhunter the elf said. His voice sounded like the wind in high grass.

'I'm afraid that's right,' Patrise said. 'It's always at awkward times that one is reminded of one's weaknesses.'

McCain said, 'Michael Reese, then.'

'Fine.' Patrise said to Danny, 'I assume you're used to working in a vehicle? The car rides smoothly, and it'll get better as we get closer to the city.'

'City?' Danny said. 'No, wait, my car's out there, and my stuff.'

Mr. Patrise said, 'Nothing you absolutely need in the next few hours.' He did not seem to be asking.

'I can't leave my car here!'

'Yes, you can. I personally guarantee its safety, and that of all your belongings. They will be brought to you by morning. Anything you need before then will be provided, and by that I mean anything. You will find me a properly grateful man.' Patrise looked past Cloudhunter, out the car door. 'Besides… you haven't been to the Levee before.'

'You're from the Levee?' Danny said, too quick. It was a stupid question, with an elf in the car. 'Uh-no, never.'

McCain said, 'Your car may not work once it hits the redline, then.'

'What about yours?'

'Ah, we're dual-fuel,' McCain said. 'Don't worry. She looks like a nice machine. She'll be cared for.'

Mr. Patrise said, 'Cloud, I'll ride in front. You stay here.' Cloudhunter nodded, pulled down the jump seat, and shut the door.

McCain moved aside to let Patrise get out, then leaned in again. He pointed to some buttons on the backseat bar. 'This one keeps the light on. Lighter here if you smoke. 1 Iclp yourself to P hat's left of the stoek; there's eold beer below.' He picked up the broken decanter, flung it away into the dark. He shut the door.

The car started. It bumped a few times, then found the road; the ride was very, very smooth. Danny wiped some of the blood from Norma Jean's scalp wound; it really wasn't too bad. He put a small dressing on, deciding to leave cutting her hair to the hospital team. In the dim light he could hardly tell Betadine from blood.

He looked up. Cloudhunter Who Keeps His Sisters' Counsel was sitting absolutely still, the shotgun across his knees. Only his silvery eyes moved, shifting like mercury. Danny couldn't see a thing through the tinted windows, not even into the front seat; he had heard that elves had night vision, or some kind of special vision.

'Mr. Cloudhunter-'

'No titles,' the elf said. 'Cloudhunter is fine. Cloud if we get to be friends.'

'Cloudhunter, could you put that thing away?'

'The Ruthins might try again.' The elf's voice was softer now, more like human. 'Not much use put away.'

'Yeah, I guess.'

The eyes shifted again. 'The Urthas like to plot,' he said, still more softly. 'Urthagwaed's clever and likes to be seen so. Long Lankin, or Iceberg Jack, Glassisle, Rhiannon-any could find a nice human lad, good with the kingsfoil… have him finish whatever needed finishing.'

Danny didn't say anything. Assuming he understood what the elf was saying, there was no point in arguing with it.

Norma Jean groaned, stirred. She gurgled out a half scream. 'Easy, now, easy, Norma Jean,' Danny said, and put a hand on her shoulder, pressed just slightly. She sighed as the pain defocused. The blue dress had covered her breasts maybe halfway, before Danny had started cutting.

'Is she in pain?' It was Patrise's voice through an intercom grille.

'I don't think she's really conscious. But-is there a blanket back here?'

'Drawer under the seat.'

As Danny got Norma Jean covered, Patrise said, 'Can you give her something?'

'You mean for pain? I've got aspirin and benzocaine cream. No good here.'

There was a pause. The woman's head trembled.

Mr. Patrise said, 'I'd like to see your license now.' A little drawer slid out of the dividing panel. 'I'm not questioning your ability.'

Danny got out his wallet. 'You want my driver's license, too?'

'That would be all right.'

He put the cards through. 'Ah,' Patrise said. 'Do you see this birthdate, Lincoln?'

'Okay!' Danny said. 'Okay, so I'm still nineteen, all right? The stuff's all real and the car's really mine. It's only a few weeks to my birthday-'

'It certainly is,' Patrise said. 'October thirty-first. All Hallow's Eve.'

Cloudhunter's head turned.

Mr. Patrise said, 'Hallowseve. Holman, Hallownight. That's a fine alias. Doc Hallownight, I think.' He laughed. It was a pleasant sound. 'There are already several Docs on the Levee, there always are. Oddly enough, few of them ever have MDs.' He laughed again, and Danny found himself wanting to laugh too.

After about fifteen minutes, Danny could see the glow of the burning sky through the dark windows. They were apparently traveling at high speed, seventy at least, but the car seemed barely to be moving. Danny looked at

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