Finch.
Her red brows rose to her hairline. “We talked about this.”
Keelie knew who wore the pants in this relationship. She smiled.
Vangar sighed. He pulled a card from the middle of the deck.
Sally strolled over to Keelie. “Now you.”
Keelie didn’t know why she was nervous. She’d drawn a tarot card before, but something felt different in the room, as if there was a layer of magic filtering through the doorway and settling around Sally. Keelie removed a card from the bottom.
Sally tapped the deck again. “Reveal your cards, at the same time, on the desk.”
Keelie leaned forward, as did Vangar and Finch. They laid their cards out at the same time. Finch had a red dragon-the seven of swords. Vangar’s was the King of Wands, a big gold dragon with glistening scales that would have made Shimmerlight jealous with its sparkles.
And when Keelie flipped her card over… the Fool, here pictured as a jester whose stare glittered at her through a mask’s eyeholes. Great. This meant one thing: Peascod.
“Now what?” Finch barked.
“Now you each study your card. Together they have a larger meaning.”
The gold dragon on Vangar’s card winked at Keelie, and gave her a thumbs-up. Since when did tarot cards come with animation?
“Wait a minute-I saw that dragon wink at me,” Keelie said.
Vangar grinned. “Rascal.”
“This is a deck brought to me from the Quicksilver Faire,” Sally said. A faerie deck. Keelie knew it.
Sally pointed to the red dragon on Finch’s card; it flew above a castle as a ragtag army of seven peasants gathered outside the drawbridge. “You will have to be a leader, even to those who are afraid of you,” she told Finch. “But you will be able to rally the troops if you can cast aside the doubt within. You must find the inner strength to lead.”
Finch sighed. “This means that we’re going to have to teach the humans how to fight. Davey and I were talking about that last night.”
Sally arched an eyebrow. “Right. Vangar, do you have any idea what your card might mean?”
He stared at the gold dragon as if might talk to him. “No.”
Simple enough. Keelie liked that about Vangar. You got what you saw.
“It means you’ve led a lonely existence, by yourself, flying from one location to another.” Sally pointed to the sky on the card. “Do you see that star?”
“Yeah,” Vangar said.
Keelie leaned forward, and sure enough, there was a star on the horizon. That hadn’t been there before, but then again, this tarot deck was from the Quicksilver Faire.
“What does it mean?” Keelie asked. Although it was Vangar’s card, she wanted to know the answer.
Sally smiled knowingly at the big hulk. Vangar’s face flushed bright red.
“It means he made a wish upon the dragonstar, and it was heard by the higher powers.”
“Oh!”
Sally’s eyes twinkled. “That old saying still holds a lot of truth-be careful what you wish for.”
Finch leaned back in her chair and smiled a delightful yet evil grin. “Yes, be careful.” A hint of charcoal wafted through the small office.
Keelie didn’t know if this meant the two dragons’ pheromones were kicking in. She tapped her card. “I think this means I’m going to encounter Peascod.”
“It’s the Fool. We can read it that way, but also look for the deeper meanings in the symbolism of the images around the Fool. What do you see, Keelie?” Sally asked.
Keelie looked deeply into the card, her eyes stopping, transfixed, on the bag in the fool’s hand.
“He has a small velvet patchwork bag. It would make a great purse. Very boho chic.”
“It’s the bag of possibilities,” Sally said. “Whatever your decision is about Peascod, then it will be your choice, so gather the wisdom of your own experiences.”
“What if I make the wrong decision?” Keelie asked.
“There are many paths, but we can choose only one. Once chosen, there are still infinite possibilities available to us, branching forward.”
Keelie felt very confused.
“I think the cards are trying to tell us that there is danger other than the goblins,” Sally said.
“What? Other than goblins?” Keelie didn’t think anything could be more frightening than an angry goblin, other than Peascod, who was sort of an uber-goblin. Did it mean Niriel?
“I’ll be on the lookout for any dangers.” Vangar looked protectively at Finch. A mental image popped up in Keelie’s mind of two dragons kissing. Would they burn each other?
“Whatever happens, I don’t think we can depend on the elves,” Finch said. “Your father is thinking like an elf, and he will not make choices that include all the faire folk.” Seeing Keelie’s expression, she added, “Want another opinion? Talk to Davey. You’ve always listened to him.”
Keelie was reeling at the thought of excluding Dad from their plans, but the goblin situation wasn’t just about the elves. It was about all the faire folk.
“I trust you, but I don’t like keeping things from Dad.”
“It’s only for a couple of days. Vangar and I are trying to coordinate our defenses. We want to protect everyone in the faire, but with the people angry and suspicious of Vangar and me, it’s hard to protect them.”
“I guess you’re right. I just don’t feel like I’m an elf. I feel like I’m betraying them.” Keelie rubbed her pointed ear. “Is this all of me that’s elf? That, and I can hear trees speak?”
Finch steepled her fingers. “You’re more than an elf, Keelie. Just as I’m more than a dragon. It’s part of who we are, but it isn’t all that we are. We have to find a way to blend in with this world. With humans.”
Vangar nodded. “For centuries I’ve had to deal with the same thing. When I had a sheep farm out in the Old West, folks around used to say a dragon can’t keep sheep. Hey, I believe in free enterprise, and that’s why I’m here at the faire. Not only am I a dragon, but I like to think I’m a brilliant businessman.” Vangar straightened his shoulders.
Keelie could almost imagine him as a dragon deep within his lair, counting the money he’d made from his business deals. But herding sheep? That one boggled the mind.
Finch reached out and touched Keelie’s hand. “Trust me, Keelie.”
Keelie was moved. The faire director wasn’t known for her soft side. “I do.”
“I believe Hob may be the link to the goblins, and I’m hoping we can find the connection,” Finch continued. “While the goblins are gathering, we have to prepare ourselves, and one way of doing that is to keep intel on our enemy.” She leaned back.
“He’s always seemed like a human to me, although I did notice an odd shimmer around him once,” Keelie said. “And then there’s that puppet obsession, of course.” She had the brief thought that maybe Hob and the Wildewood Faire’s puppet shop owner, Lulu, should get together. It wouldn’t work, though-Lulu was in witch rehab somewhere.
“Go to work in the mask shop as planned, and if you’re right, then wonderful-Hob merely needs therapy. If I’m right, we have problems.”
Keelie straightened her shoulders. She would practice the To See Truly spell and use it on Hob.
She placed the jingle bell on Finch’s desk. “I want you to keep this.”
Before Finch could respond, the office door slammed open and Sir Davey stood before them, clothes torn and mustache quivering with agitation. “I’ve been robbed!”
thirteen
Finch sat Sir Davey down in the chair Keelie had vacated and poured him a small glass of golden liquid from a dusty bottle. The musty whisky smell was strong even across the room. Sir Davey drank it in a single gulp.
