Keelie pushed aside a vermilion curtain covered in tiny embroidered mirrors and stepped up onto the wide- planked floor of the booth.
“Busy?”
Finch lifted her upper lip in a snarl. “What does it look like?”
“It looks like you’re having your cards read.” Keelie sat down on the fat purple velvet cushion that covered the wooden bench and the faire director scooted over to give her room.
“Yeah, this is all new to me.”
“What? Dealing with angry crowds?”
Finch motioned nonchalantly with her hand. “Them, I can handle. This other thing I can’t.”
“I’m lost. But I do need to talk to you.” Keelie flicked her eyes over at Sally. She wore a scarf around her curly blond hair, and she was shuffling her cards while humming softly to herself.
“Please be quiet as I try to tune myself to the Earth’s vibration,” she said. She picked up her humming again.
Finch looked directly at Keelie. “You can trust Sally. We’ve been friends for a long time.”
Sally raised one eyebrow. “A long time, kid. You aren’t going to say anything that’s going to surprise me.”
She kept shuffling her cards expertly, the little cardboard rectangles flashing and fanning out, then sliding together with a snap. If tarot reading didn’t work out for her, she could take up card dealing in Vegas.
“This is about Vangar,” Keelie said.
Finch’s cheeks burned bright red. “Yeah, tell me about it. Pretty intuitive of you to figure out why I’m here.” Then Finch narrowed her eyes and studied Keelie as if she were a milk carton that had reached its expiration date but still might be okay to drink. “You’re not right. Something’s wrong.”
“I’m upset about Heartwood,” Keelie quickly replied.
Sally lowered her cards and pointed her finger at Keelie’s chest. “Your heart chakra is clogged with dark energy.”
Finch arched a red eyebrow. “Spill, kid.”
Keelie inhaled to hold back a sob.
Sally reached underneath her table and handed Keelie a tissue. “Tell us. Maybe we can help.”
“Sean and I broke up,” Keelie said.
Finch nodded. “I know you don’t want to hear this right now, because the pain is raw and fresh, but in the long run, I think you two weren’t meant for each other.”
“What?” Keelie blew her nose.
“He was all wrong. He’s always been bound to the jousters, who are also elven warriors, you know. I give Sean credit for stretching himself and trying to expand his mind, but I’ve known him for many more years than you have been alive, my dear.”
Finch’s words hit home. She’d known Sean since before Keelie was born. Sean was eighty-six years old, and Keelie was going on seventeen. Their age difference was something else that had contributed to their problems-he had already experienced so much in life, and she was at the beginning of her journey.
Sally pointed her finger. “Let me read your cards and give you some love advice.”
“That’s okay.” Keelie waved away the invitation.
“That’s why Finch is here. Vangar stokes her fires unlike any dra-”
Finch cleared her throat. “I find Vangar rather handsome, and he’s very manly.”
Sally rolled her eyes.
“You mean he’s very dragony.” Keelie couldn’t help smiling. She liked seeing Finch discombobulated.
“Well, yeah.”
“Vangar said that he put protection spells on his forge, and that someone very powerful lifted them,” Keelie said.
Finch nodded. “He told me about putting fire spells on the forge. It’s why I allowed it to remain so close to the trees and the other shops. He’s a very powerful dragon. It would take great magic to break the spells.” Finch watched Sally place three cards down on the stars-and-crescent-moon-printed tablecloth.
“Wouldn’t there be a trace of such a powerful magic?” Keelie asked.
“If whoever removed them used a cover spell, and layered it with another one, then it would be hard to detect,” Finch answered. She turned to Keelie. “Pick a card.”
“But I don’t need a reading on my love life.”
“This isn’t about your love life. This reading is going to help us discover the identity of the arsonist.”
“The elves said that they think Vangar is innocent,” Keelie said.
“For once they’re right about something,” Finch said, smoke drifting out of her ears.
Knot leapt into the tarot shop and hopped up beside Sally.
“Where have you been?” Keelie asked.
Knot placed a paw on the table, which didn’t answer Keelie’s question.
“Have you seen Cricket?”
He gave a slight shake of his head as his tail twitched agitatedly.
“Glad to see you,” Finch said. “How have your investigations gone?”
Knot looked toward the curtained side of the shop, where a railing served as traffic control for customers. Keelie heard a familiar discordant jangle. She jumped to her feet, anticipating Peascod, but he didn’t materialize.
Knot nodded and the curtain twitched aside. A bhata hopped onto the railing, holding a round brass jingle bell the size of a cherry tomato. The bell dropped and rolled to Keelie’s feet, its discordant jangling making her sick to her stomach.
“I know the owner of that bell,” she whispered. “He could have started the fire.” Peascod could very well be at the faire. She stared at the bell as if it were about to explode.
“What?” Finch’s voice was sharp.
Keelie told her about Peascod and about the elves’ suspicions of a goblin army, feeling no duty to keep their dealings secret. Not anymore. Slowly, she reached down and picked up the bell. It felt warm and normal, and when clasped in her hand, its noise was muted to a dull rattle.
Finch growled. “We’re going to find him.” A flicker of flames appeared in her eyes, and there was a hint of eau de charcoal in the air.
Sally reached out and took Keelie’s other hand. “You’re not alone. We’re here for you. The people in this faire have you and your father’s backs.”
Keelie tightened her hand around Sally’s. It felt good to have friends who cared, really cared. And she could count Raven, Janice, Sir Davey, the mud men, and several others as more than friends-they were part of her faire family. “Thank you.”
Finch pointed to the three cards, and a shimmery haze grew around her.
Keelie didn’t know if the dragon was using magic, but she wasn’t going to argue. She leaned forward to study the cards and felt compelled to touch the middle one. She glanced up and found that Sally was staring at her. Sally flipped the card over and Keelie was surprised to see a red dragon with fire-emblazoned scales accompanying an armed, cloaked woman, both facing a dancing jester with a skeletal mask.
“Queen of Swords. I like how the artist captured the dragon’s scales. Hard to do with a natural red.” Finch rubbed her hands gleefully.
“What does this mean?” Keelie looked from Sally to Finch.
“It suggests a stubborn but powerful feminine presence. See, in the background, the jester is dancing, and you will need the assistance of others to stop him.”
If Keelie had to face Peascod, then she was glad she had Finch’s help.
“May I suggest a plan?” Finch said.
“Sure.” Keelie was glad to be asked instead of told. Surprising, coming from a dragon.
“I think we need to investigate Hob. And I think I have the perfect cover.” The faire administrator’s eyes gleamed brightly.
“But Hob has been very nice to us. He got there right away when the fire started.” Keelie stared at Finch.
