Maybe smellier than usual.
I snorted and then remembered I wasn’t alone in the room. I looked back at Granuaile and Dr. Flores. “May I have a few minutes with him, please?” I asked.
“Don’t move him,” the veterinarian said. Her eyes dropped down to the bag and added, “And no food.”
“Right,” I said, smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring manner. Granuaile smirked as she exited, knowing full well that I planned to ignore those instructions. Once they were gone, I searched for and found a bowl to pour the tea in.
I need you to drink this, Oberon, I said as I filled the bowl. All of it. It’s important. You’ll get better quicker. How do you feel?
He began to lap up the liquid.
I’m sorry, Oberon, but you have to drink it all.
I have andouille sausage in the bag for you when you’re finished.
Oberon began to lap up the tea with more gusto.
Good. I’m so sorry you got hurt, Oberon. That’s not what I wanted.
That started a tear rolling down my cheek. And I didn’t, because of you. You saved my life. Thank you.
Oh, most definitely. You were at negative sixteen, I believe? Well, now I owe you sixteen sausages.
What kind do you want, buddy? You name it, I’ll go get it. Keep drinking.
The ones you made up a song about?
Oh. I think it went like this: A Scotsman often is a bore
But he sure can cook a boar
This is now my favorite store
I can’t wait to eat some more
Boar sausages!
Oberon finished the tea and I put the bowl down on the floor. How do you feel now? I asked him. he replied.
I mean physically, Oberon.
That sounds about right. I couldn’t give you much in the way of pain relief, because I don’t know what the vet is going to be doing. But you’re going to be healing now much faster than the vet will expect. Now that your bones are set, you’ll be better in a few days rather than a few weeks, and that pain is going to be all gone.
Yes, he is. Thanks to you, I was able to unbind him and then the ghouls ate what was left. But, look, Leif is no longer our friend. He set that vampire on me and put both you and Granuaile in danger.
Yep. He betrayed us and went to the dark side. So if you smell him or any other vampire coming, you let me know, okay?
I picked up the bag and pulled out an andouille sausage for him, and he whined softly.
You have to take it easy right now, I explained as I fed it to him. The doctor probably has you pumped full of pharmaceuticals and you really shouldn’t have anything.
Can’t help it. You’re the best hound ever.
Oberon’s tail thumped a few times and his mouth partially opened, seeming to smile at me.
Chapter 22
I didn’t want to leave Oberon, but there was nothing more I could do for him for a few days; he simply needed time to heal. In the interim, there was plenty for me to do in Kayenta, and I’d promised I’d be back today. The last thing I needed was to give Coyote an excuse to mess with me because I wasn’t holding up my end of the deal.
Before we got out of range of the cell phone towers in Flagstaff, I put in a call to Magnusson and Hauk as we drove north on Highway 89. Hal didn’t want to believe that Leif had set Zdenik on me. His growly voice crackled on the phone, but his skepticism came through clearly.
“That doesn’t sound consistent with his character,” he said.
“He doesn’t have the same character anymore, Hal. Not since he came back from Asgard. Or maybe he’s been playing us all for fools the whole time. That’s possible too.”
“So now he thinks he can retake the state for his own again?”
“That’s what he told Granuaile. But he charmed her first to make sure she’d tell me.”
“Unbelievable.”
“Believe it. Has he been in to the offices?”
“No, he’s been away on leave since he left for Asgard.”
“Well, I tenderly suggest you turn that into permanent leave, and when it comes to my records, he’s no longer my attorney, okay? I don’t want him to have access to my files at all, and I’m telling you right now that if I see him again he’s going to die for real. You can tell him I said so. I’m sorry I ever put him back together in the first place!”
“You know, I have excellent hearing, Atticus.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you, Hal. I’m just angry.”
“You’re not hunting him now, are you?”
“No, I have other pressing business, but Leif needs to stay out of my way forever.”
“All right, send me a signed letter firing him to make it legal in case he makes a fuss, but I’ll close your files now. Thanks for letting me know; I’ll alert the Pack to watch out for him.”
Granuaile drove in silence for a few minutes after I hung up, letting me have a good sulk as I stared out the passenger side window, but eventually she spoke up.
“I’ve never seen you like this, so you’re going to have to coach me a bit,” she said. “Do you want me to let you brood in silence, or would it help for you to talk about it?”
“Huh. You know, I haven’t had anyone to talk to in so long, it didn’t occur to me. Sorry.”
“It’s kind of scary to think of what you consider to be a long time. How long are we talking about?”
“I’ve been drifting around for centuries since my wife died.”
Granuaile took her eyes off the road briefly to study my face. “I was wondering about that. I thought you must have tied the knot at some point.”
“I’ve tied the knot many times, in one way or another,” I explained. “Aenghus Og chased me away from many of my relationships-I came to believe that it was his punishment for me; he’d let me stay somewhere long enough to love someone and then he’d bring the pain. Maybe my falling in love was a way for him to find me, since that particular emotion was his demesne. Just when I thought I’d lost him for a while, he’d find me again, and then my choice was to stay, fight, and possibly lose everything, or run and abandon the people I’d come to love. I always ran, always lived in the present, because my future was never guaranteed. That made me a terrible husband and a worse father. But one marriage lasted a very long time, and Aenghus Og wasn’t the one to end it. I was married for more than two hundred years to a woman in Africa named Tahirah. We had many beautiful children, and I got to see them grow up and have children of their own. Only grandchildren I’ve ever seen.”
Here I had to stop. Granuaile let the silence stretch for some time before she timidly asked a question.
“The ones you left behind… did you ever go back?”
“Secretly, yes. Sometimes they were worse off; sometimes they were better off. I figured out a way to help the ones who were worse off, but there was never any question of continuing the relationship. Even if they were willing, I couldn’t.”
Silence fell again for a few moments as she considered this, and then she said, “I… well-wait. How did you deal with the depression? I mean, how are you even functioning?”
“I ran from it. I’m still running. Most people don’t have a choice about picking up and leaving. They’re stuck-or believe they’re stuck-where they are, and they don’t see a way out or the possibility of a better tomorrow. I always have somewhere to go, a new life to live, a new language and culture to learn about.”
“So you don’t know what happened to your families?”
“I know what happened to all of them, unfortunately. They lived their lives, and now they’re gone.”
Granuaile puffed some air past her lips and blew a wisp of hair out of her eyes. “You know, most of the time
