Charmed Vengeance

“Did you move the automaton?” Steven prayed to the Bright Lady he answered yes. Hilde didn’t look to be in here, either.

“She’s in the library, now let me sleep.” He pulled the blankets over his head.

Horror swirled around Steven’s limbs, rooting him to the floor. “Wait. You didn’t move the automaton?”

“Why would I do that? Now, go away.” The blanket muffled James’ voice.

Steven threw back the covers. “The automaton is missing.”

James sat straight up. “What?”

“She’s not in the library. Are you certain you didn’t move her?” Steven’s heart thumped a tattoo of terror.

“Flying figs, no.” James leapt out of bed and left without even throwing on a robe or slippers. Heathen.

Steven followed him into the library.

James stared at the empty chair, mouth gaping. “I didn’t move it, honest.”

“We have to get it back.” There was no time to go look for something else, not that he even knew where to start. Defeat pressed on him. They’d been so close.

“Where do we start? It’s not as if we can ask the chair?” James plopped down in the chair and put his head in his hands.

Who had a grudge against him? Who’d broken into the big house before? Who had no morals or scruples? Who loved Noli and probably knew all about his quest?

Steven rubbed his chin. “Do you have any idea where we can find Kevighn Silver?”

“Kevighn?” James looked up, face contorted in confusion.

“Can you think of anyone else?” Steven certainly couldn’t. “Get dressed, we need to get that automaton back.”

Noli floated in a strange dreamlike state. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. Wherever she was, Miss Gregory and Queen Tiana weren’t there—neither were any pink croquet mallets or purple cannonballs. All around her was … nothing. Yet at the same time it was everything. Where was she?

You’re here, a voice replied, familiar, yet, at the same time, unidentifiable.

Where was that? Was she in a dream?

You’re just here. It’s everywhere and nowhere. But it’s safe, and soon you’ll be well.

Oh wait, she was ill, she remembered that much. There had been a voice … a voice she remembered … telling her he loved her, telling her she’d be well soon. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember who that was. But that didn’t matter. The fact he loved her did. Just recalling it made her feel warm and tingly all over.

Not that she could actually feel her body.

Will you tell me a story? I’m lonely, the voice added. A story? What else did she have to do? It wasn’t as if she could go anywhere or do anything in this vast nothingness.

“Of course.” Noli tried to think of a story. V had been the one who loved faery stories, not her. But there was one her father used to tell her. “Once upon a time there was a little girl … ”

“Steven, this is idiocy. We don’t know where Kevighn is and we don’t know he has it,” James insisted as they ended up in yet another unfamiliar place, in their vain attempt to locate Kevighn Silver. “You’re letting your hatred for him blind you. I think we need to look at this rationally, and logic says Kevighn didn’t take it.”

“He has to, who else could have it? And I don’t hate him. Wait. When have you ever relied on logic?” Desperation rode Steven like a horse. If they didn’t find the automaton …

James grabbed Steven and shook him. “V, snap out of it. I know you hate him, but we have no proof he took it. Also, he’s exiled.”

“Just from the courts, not the Otherworld. And get off.” Steven pushed his brother away. “I wish a finding spell worked on things.” Not that they were any good at them.

“Why don’t we look one up in father’s library,” James replied.

Steven stopped and looked at his brother. “What?

Let’s go back to the big house, look up a finding spell for things, and find Hilde that way instead of running around blindly.” James shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “Well, I suppose that’s one way to do it.” Actually, it was a very good idea.

James put his arm around Steven’s shoulders. “We’re going to find the automaton. Noli will be fine. Now, let’s finish this.”

Once again, his little brother as the voice of reason felt odd. Gulping, Steven nodded. “Yes, let’s.”

They crossed the unfortunately familiar bridge from the wildwood to the grounds of the high palace. Steven’s belly sank all the way to his boots. The tall spires of the palace gleamed like polished brass. The giant clockwork drawbridge was down over the pink moat, indicating that the queen was currently in residence.

“How did the automaton end up here?” he whispered to James. Unless the finding spell was wrong. Odds were it wasn’t.

“Um, the Bright Lady works in mysterious ways?” James suggested.

Steven harrumphed.

Into the palace they went, saluting at the gold and purple glad guards and winding their way down the long and twisty halls. Steven wasn’t surprised when they ended up in their mother’s tearoom.

A purple fire burned in the hearth. LuLu napped on a purple cushion. Their mother, clad in an ocean of gold and bronze ruffles, sat at her ornate table, having tea. Hilde occupied the chair across from her, a teacup in her metal hand. Steven knew from experience that Hilde’s opulent chair was actually quite uncomfortable and the queen did that on purpose.

“I love tea parties,” the automaton told the queen.

“I thought Hilde only sang and told stories,” James whispered to him.

The queen looked over at them and sniffed. “Oh, you’re back.”

His heart sank. Great, she had sent them on this fool’s errand hoping they’d die.

Had he truly expected anything less? She’d stopped being their mother the moment she cast them out of the Otherworld.

“Yes, we are.” Steven squared his shoulders. “I see you’ve found Hilde. Does she please you?” His stomach knotted. This moment defined his quest.

The queen took a sip of tea, every passing second feeling like an hour. “She’ll do. I did have to make some adjustments using magic. Also, her name isn’t Hilde. It’s Aisling.” Queen Tiana’s look dared them to say differently.

“It’s your automaton, you may name her whatever you wish, Your Majesty,” Steven replied. “So, my quest is over?” His stomach had yet to unknot.

The queen waved him off. “Yes, yes. I do have to say, Aisling is rather amusing in a simple way. I do hope you won’t wander far. I like having you and your brother around.”

“Yes, of course, Your Majesty.” Steven bowed.

She liked having them around? Sure. Tiana probably meant it would be easier to plot their demise if she knew their whereabouts.

“Your majesty?” Steven added, chest tightening. “Since I accomplished my task to your satisfaction, may I take up with Noli again?”

The queen laughed. “My dearest Stiofan, truly you’re better off without her. As I told you, she’ll hold you back from your goals. Now be off before I find something for you to do.” She shooed them away with her hand.

“Of course, Your Majesty.” With a final bow, Steven and James left the tearoom.

James scratched his head. “How did the automaton get to the high palace?”

“Mother, most likely. She probably still has spies in the big house. For all we know, she came and took it herself.” Despite finishing the quest, his heart felt heavy as they plodded down the vast hallways. One task down, so many more to go. If this was what being an adult was like, perhaps he shouldn’t have been in such a hurry to grow up.

“Let’s check on Noli.” James clapped him on the back.