Eleanor covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh. Ah ha. That was not very nice." She shook her head at me. "Oh dear, that won't please her at all. She's going to stop all our fun early if you provoke her."
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Fun. I couldn't even begin to speak. How could I reason with creatures who thought this was fun?
"Deirdre Monaghan," Eleanor tried the words out; they sounded elegant in her mouth. "I'm sorry that you don't seem to be enjoying this."
"I'm not here to enjoy myself," I muttered.
"Oh, right," Eleanor laughed delicately and the fine hairs on my arm stood up, very slowly.
"You're here to rescue your friend from our clutches. And free Luke Dillon from Her clutches."
Her smile was winning. "I knew right when I saw you that you were a very ambitious girl."
She stepped closer and ran a finger through the air next to my cheek, so close that I could almost feel her. "But I don't think you've quite thought it through. Would you like me to help you wrap your mind around your--your conundrum?"
"Not really."
Eleanor laughed as if I were very funny, and then she stepped into the spotlight. Holding her arms out, looking like a crucified beauty queen with the red stain on her dress, she said grandly,
"All the world's a stage. It seems a shame to waste this one, doesn't it? Let's put on a little production. Aodhan, get up, we need you."
Aodhan, however, needed no prompting--he was already climbing the stairs to the stage. My explosive attack on him didn't seem to have misplaced even one of his fashionably spiked hairs.
"Look now," Eleanor said. "We even have props. Lights, please!" She clapped her hands. The sound resonated through
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the room, and small, twinkling lights like fireflies dropped from between her palms. She breathed on them, sending them whirling to the back corner of the stage.
My harp. I was unexpectedly floored by the appearance of it. They'd been in my house. They'd taken my harp. I imagined Delia smiling and opening the door for them.
"No play is complete without good props." Eleanor held a hand out to me, gesturing for me to sit at the harp. "Will you play, Deirdre?"
I spoke through gritted teeth. "I'd rather watch."
"Very well. I'll be Deirdre." She put her palm to her chest and I felt a gasp of energy pulled from me. And before me stood another Deirdre, but with Eleanor's voice coming from it. "Aodhan, will you play the unfortunate and doomed Luke Dillon?"
"I'm too handsome for the part. But--" and he looked at me-- "being Luke Dillon has its uses." I knew enough to steel myself against the energy drain this time, but as Aodhan's features melted into Luke's, I saw James jerk on his pile of rubble.
Eleanor frowned, her pout achingly pretty even on my face. "Oh, now, that was selfish. You could spare it far more than him." She cast her eyes around the stage. "And as you won't play, and everyone else is out enjoying Solstice, I suppose we'll just have the corpse play the piper."
She gestured casually toward James. "He's doing a good job, anyway."
She clapped her hands again. "Music, I think!" My harp began to play, of its own accord, my arrangement of "The Faerie Girl's Lament." Eleanor sang, 298
The sun shines through the window
And the sun shines through your hair
It seems like you're beside me
But I know you're not there.
You would sit beside this window
Run your fingers through my hair
You were always there beside me
But I know that you're not there.
She paused on the stage and held her fingers to her chest. "Oh, dearest Luke, I love you so."
Aodhan laughed derisively. It was so bizarre on Luke's face that I looked away. "And I you, my lovely."
"I would free you from your chains."
Aodhan stepped closer to Eleanor. "And I would free you from your clothes."
Eleanor smiled. "Truly, it is destiny, is it not? We will run away together."
"We'll do something together." Aodhan reached for Eleanor's hand, but she pulled it away and held it under her chin in a mockery of deep thought.
"But what of my rejected lover? The piper lies dying." Eleanor wandered over to James' body and looked down upon it, her sorrow almost convincing. "Ah, but I know. I'll take him to a doctor for repair."
"What God has made, let not Fey eviscerate," Aodhan noted.
Eleanor reached toward James and began to lift one of his arms; the horrible gasp he made had me halfway across
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the stage toward him before Eleanor held up her hand to stop me. She dropped his arm back onto the rubble and turned sadly to Aodhan. "It's no use, Luke, my love. The piper is beyond human help. Let's leave him and run away."
She rubbed her palms together as if working hand cream into them, and then worked them slowly apart. In between her fingers was now a specter of a dirty pigeon. "I have found your soul. I will free you."
Aodhan stepped forward dramatically and thrust his chest forward. "Let's get it on."
Eleanor pressed the ghostly pigeon into Aodhan's chest and began to sing again.
To the haunting tune of the harp
For the price I paid when you died that day
I paid that day with my heart
Fro and to in my dreams to you
With the breaking of my heart
Ne'er more again will I sing this song
Ne'er more will I hear the harp.
Under her fingers, Aodhan smiled large, and then his face turned to ash. With a crash, he hit the stage and closed his eyes. Eleanor pretended to wipe a tear away as she faced an imaginary audience. "Dear audience, you
