“Thank you,” Keelie croaked, her throat raw, as she sipped from the mug in between her hands. The scent of smoke still lingered in her hair despite having shampooed it several times in Janice’s shower. She wished Sean were here to hold her and tell her it would be okay. He was still with the jousters, making sure the fire at Heartwood was out.
The herbal tea soothed her frazzled nerves a little as she inhaled its earthy goodness. Knot sat in her lap, drooling and making biscuits on her legs. She was so glad to have him next to her, she didn’t care-he could make all the biscuits he wanted and drool on her as much as he cared to.
“Meow.” He nestled next to her in the chair and placed a paw on her leg.
“I know, buddy. I’m glad to be here, too.” She scratched behind his ear. She heard the din of the crowd of faire workers outside, gathered to discuss what to do about no Heartwood. The whole faire seemed to be gathered on the road to the hilltop.
“Hey kiddo, how you feeling?” Raven made her way through the crowded little room and sat opposite her on a trunk.
Keelie dropped her head back against the rocking chair and pulled Janice’s quilt tighter around her shoulders, as if it could keep the world away and make her safe.
Janice sat in the corner of the small room, the glow of the lantern casting a soft light on her. She’d wrapped her arms around herself, and her lips were pursed in worry.
Sir Davey appeared in the doorway of the apartment, a flask of coffee in his hand. “Lass, I have the thing that’s going to perk you right up.”
“I gave her tea with a special herbal remedy to keep her calm. The last thing the child needs is caffeine.” Janice’s usual good humor seemed to have vanished.
“Caffeine will settle her nerves. Everyone knows herbal tea will jack her up, and she won’t be able to sleep.”
Keelie almost smiled. It felt good to have them looking after her. “I think I need some herbal tea and some coffee,” she said.
Sir Davey walked over to her, concern glinting in his chocolate-colored eyes. “Lass, you gave us all a scare.”
“Meow.” Knot dug his claws deeper into her leg.
Sir Davey scowled at him. “Let the girl have some peace and quiet after all she’s been through.”
“Where’s Dad?” Keelie asked.
“He’s over at the elven compound trying to calm everyone down. They’ve got their robes in a knot and their pointed ears stuck inside their eyeballs.” Sir Davey shook his head in disgust.
“Sounds like their normal reaction.” Keelie shrugged and then caught another whiff of smoke. Would she always smell like a grill? “What’s their problem? The fire was far away from their buildings.”
Shepherdess, where is the angry little tree? asked one of the sycamores that bordered the path. Will the fire consume him?
The treeling is fine, Keelie responded. Hob the mask maker rescued it and took it to his shop.
It is afraid, shepherdess, and we can do nothing to stop its fear that the fire will eat it. It’s beginning to convince the other trees that they are in danger from the dragon.
“I’ve got to go.” Keelie pushed aside the quilt. Dad had gone into uber tree shepherd mode, but the little aspen tree was her responsibility. Even afraid, it was a troublemaker.
Keelie closed her eyes and opened her telepathic pathway to Dad. Dad, I need you to meet me at Hob’s shop. The goblin tree is freaking out, and it’s affecting the other trees. I need your help.
I’ll meet you there. She caught a glimpse of a deeply shadowed hillside forest.
Hob had been wonderful during the fire, and afterwards. He had saved the little goblin tree, and Keelie couldn’t imagine why it didn’t feel safe now. She’d heard that Hob appeared right when the fire started and went straight for the tree, dragging its container to safety.
Keelie disentangled herself from Knot. He hopped down to the floor and looked up at her. “Meow?” He raised his kitty eyebrows.
“I need to meet Dad at Hob’s shop.”
“You need to rest.” Janice stepped forward.
“I agree. Keelie, you’ve been through too much,” Sir Davey said. “I know you feel keyed up, but if you try to sleep you’ll feel much better.”
“There’s no choice.”
Keelie suddenly remembered Cricket. Waves of guilt washed over her. Was he okay? She hadn’t thought of him. Her stomach knotted with sick fear as she imagined the little goblin abandoned, trapped in the fiery apartment.
“Have you seen Cricket?” she asked Sir Davey, who exchanged glances with Janice.
Janice inhaled. “No one has seen your little creature.” She couldn’t seem to bring herself to say the word goblin. She didn’t care about a creature she couldn’t see.
“I’m sorry we have no news, lass,” Sir Davey said. “I think the little goblin may be safe, though he’s a darn nuisance. He’s resourceful.”
Keelie took comfort in Sir Davey’s words. Cricket was always taking advantage of opportunities to eat. She’d probably find him safe in someone’s garbage. Yet she couldn’t help but worry about him. She’d check with Dad and Vangar and see if they’d seen him.
Outside, Keelie gagged at the smell of smoke and burnt wood. She swallowed back bile and lit one of the lanterns Janice kept under a table by the door, then made her way toward Wood Row, where many of the booth owners had gathered in little groups, fear clinging to them as they discussed the fire. The faire was their livelihood, and the blaze was not as scary to them as its cause.
She overheard snippets: “irresponsible blacksmith”-“Vangar was wrong”-“the new faire director is incompetent.”
Keelie hurried by, hoping no one noticed her. She didn’t want to talk to anybody about the tragedy of losing her home. Of losing Heartwood. Knot ran ahead, diving from tree to tree and skulking behind corners as if he was on the hunt, protecting her.
The bhata jumped from branch to branch as they followed her, watching. It wasn’t just the humans who were upset and fearful. Beneath the layer of fear that cloaked trees and fae and people, Keelie sensed another disturbance upsetting the balance of the faire and the surrounding forest… but she couldn’t tell what it was.
The feithid daoine buzzed above her. All of the fae had been rattled. Knot swatted at several of the bug fairies as they dive-bombed him.
Keelie snapped her fingers to get Knot’s attention. “Come on. Dad is waiting at Hob’s shop.”
Knot hissed.
“Yeah, I know you don’t like him,” Keelie said. “Jealous.”
Keelie’s steps slowed as she walked up the path that led to the shop. She didn’t want to see the burned ruins of her home. Something rustled in the bushes nearby, and she heard a deep, whispered, “Keelie. I need to talk to you.”
Fear rushed through her and her heart pulsed super fast. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me.” Vangar straightened and stepped out from behind the bushes.
“Why are you here?” Keelie hissed, but Knot ran up to the blacksmith and clawed his leather boots, a sign of affection.
Keelie would’ve liked to claw the blacksmith’s eyes out. “Hob was right-your forge was dangerous.” Tears welled in her eyes and she blinked, embarrassed to show weakness in front of the dragon who had destroyed Heartwood.
He shook his head in denial. “I need your help.”
Keelie stopped breathing, as if afraid that smoke would fill her lungs. “What? You can’t be serious.”
“My forge didn’t start the fire. I’d put safety spells around my shop so that the fire couldn’t escape. Someone with a lot of power removed them. I’ve been set up, and Finch said that you would be fair-minded and help me clear my name.”
“Finch told you to ask me for help? Me? I don’t have a bed, or clothes, or schoolbooks, or-or-” Tears clouded her vision, again. Keelie was going to have a long discussion with the faire director.
