She rolled her silvery blind-seeming eyes in mirth. 'You give commands to me, little boar piglet, little wolf cub? Your kind is my prey: I hunt you for sport. Cunning it is of you vile creatures to pretend to be the babies Father gave to Boreas. But the wise North Wind would never let the real hostages of Chaos escape his sight, would he? My Big Brother would know, for he sees everything, and Mavors would know, too. I will cut out your tongue for that lie, unhearted dragon-boy, and cook it for soup. You others I will stuff. Release your hostage!'
Vanity was standing there, her mouth open, her face blank with fear. I knew that look. I had seen it on her when she was called on in class, on days when we hadn't studied the lesson. Out of ideas.
I saw the morality webs fletch and twitch. 'She means you, Leader. She thinks we've captured you.'
I could see the dogs through the walls. They were coming out of the moonlit clouds, silvery white, as if made of cloud-stuff, solidifying as they ran through the air. Blind things with red ears. Their internal nature was deadly and cold: These were things from Hell. Everyone heard them baying.
The queenly teenager said to me, 'You have spoken out of turn, Unknown One. For that affront, I demand the sacrifice of life and limb and everything. Do you deny me?'
Quentin said quickly, 'Don't answer! It is a trap. What are your orders, Leader?'
But the young goddess now turned her fierce gaze to Quentin. 'A Fallen creature from the Pit?
My! What craft your body has! I almost took you for a man, instead of one of mine. Every hair, every internal organ, is fitted in place. That is a masterpiece of sculpture. You even did the little veins and nerves. Well! Enough! Invite me into the wards, little magician-or else, by your silence, deny my right to step anywhere my hounds can track.'
Colin said to Vanity, 'Leader! I think I can take her. Just say the word.' With a clang of ear-ringing noise, he broke the metal strut off the foot of the bed and hefted it as a bludgeon. It would have impressed a mortal.
The Huntress drew back her head: Her eyes were as cold and inhuman as arctic stars. 'You think to lay hands on me, the Virgin, inviolate, divine, and sacred? This world, this human earth, this dirty spot within heavenly sphere, it is overwhelmed by all the bloodshed and pollutions of men, their stinking lusts, their cities a-drip with oil, their battlefields with carrion. Who told the Phaeacian to smuggle you into the world, sons of Chaos, dream things, Tartarians, soulless wights? Who discovered our weakness to you? Who told you of the madness of my adulterous Father, who did not slay the orphans of Chaos, those four children you impersonate? Was it Lady Cyprian? Was it the Whore of Heaven? Was it she? Who else is the enemy of purity? Who else hates the clean wilderness, the sacred chastity? Answer! Answer in the name of the untainted and fierce hatred only untouched maidens know!'
I saw the morality strands begin to wind around Quentin. 'Leader! Have Andromeda shut off all magic! Quick!'
Vanity clutched at her stone. Green light throbbed through her fingers. The tendrils I could see were still issuing from the bow of the goddess, the substance of enchantment, reaching here and there, but they could not enter the room. On the other side of the locked door, a pack of hounds materialized suddenly in the moonlight. Also in the bed cells to the left and right of us, in the adjacent rooms.
'Leader, I can see where the dog packs are! We're surrounded!'
Quentin bowed and said to the goddess, 'Diane Artemis, mighty Potnia Theron, Mistress of the Wild, who is called also Courotrophos the Nourisher, Locheia and Agrotora, Healer and Huntress, Shining One, Born of Leto! We have not forgotten your names nor ever held your shrine in dishonor! We proffer you no disrespect, and deeply do we genuflect to you, sovereign goddess, White Lady, Maiden of Heaven! We do not disobey the wise commands of any god or goddess, we do not meddle with sacred things, but in preserving the world, we do your will and do not oppose it...'
'Phoebe,' she said, waving her bow in the air as if to clear away cobwebs. 'I am Lady Phoebe now. Call me that. Cunning, you are! How can you be disobeying me, without triggering the demands of fate?'
Victor said to Quentin, 'Don't answer. Tell the enemy nothing. Leader, orders?'
Quentin said, 'Lady Phoebe.' Then he shrugged and smiled, and said to Victor. 'Sorry, but that was worded as a direct command...'
I said, 'Leader, listen to me! I can see what is going on. The laws of nature in the room-'
Vanity looked like she was about to break down. 'Amelia is now second in command. Do what she says.'
Oops.
All eyes turned toward me, including the penetrating, silver-white eyes of the girl hanging in midair outside the window.
She smiled a truly chilling smile, as cold as the far side of the moon. 'Come out, come out, prelapsarian. I part my hounds and give you a running start: You look swift. Your ham is firm and thigh is sleek. Am I not generous? Otherwise you are surrounded.'
I said, 'Colin, Andromeda gave you this room and you gave it to me, right? In the eyes of the law, how far down, or how far up, do the boundaries go?'
