though I’d removed his most essential living organ, he would not die. He writhed on the floor, experiencing every moment of the agony that would’ve long ago killed anyone else. The sounds he made barely qualified as human.
“You bastard! ” he finally gasped. His hands flopped like the fins of a landlocked bass. “I have… all of your life… to get you back for this!”
I looked at the heart, then at the man without it. For the first time in this whole nasty business, I was absolutely sure I was right. “Remember what you said about information? You gave out a little too much. You told me how to kill you.”
His back arched, and blood poured from the ragged gash in his chest. “You… can’t kill me, you… asshole! ” he spat through clenched teeth.
“You’re right.” Although I was covered in blood, in my head I was somewhere very calm, completely clear about what I needed to do. “And I won’t.”
Then I’d gagged him, wrapped him in a blanket, tied him with rope and buried him in the center of his own hedge maze. His struggles and curses grew weaker but never stopped entirely, and I imagined that when I’d pounded the last spadeful of dirt on top of him, I could still faintly hear his muffled voice. I carefully put the sod in place and hid all evidence of my tampering. Then I dug a fake grave in the wine cellar to throw off anyone who came looking for him. As far as I knew he was still buried, still in agony, and would probably, eventually, worm his way out like a blood-drained grub. And I had no doubt he would make good on his promised revenge if I turned out to be wrong.
Now Rhiannon stared down at the heart of Andrew Reese in her trembling hands. “It’s still warm,” she whispered.
“Yes. I need you to crush it.”
Her eyes popped wide. “What?”
“Crush it, rip it apart, tear it up. Destroy it. Only you can do it, and you won’t ever be safe unless you do it.”
She swallowed hard. “Whose heart is it?”
I shook my head. “I can’t tell you. But it was the person behind everything that’s happened. You have to trust me, Rhiannon.”
After a moment she smiled a little. “I never heard you say my name before.”
I heard a distant thud, like a door slamming somewhere within the wall’s network of tunnels. “There’s not a lot of time,” I said.
She nodded, bit her lip and squeezed the organ in her right hand. Blood oozed out between her fingers. Then she twisted it, wrenching the tough muscle tissue until it finally began to tear. She grunted with the effort, the tendons straining on her skinny arms. Her face darkened, and her repressed fury and rage flowed into her hands. The heart slipped and popped as she thrust her fingers into the holes and tore ventricle from auricle with all her strength, at long last literally breaking Andrew Reese to pieces.
Finally it lay in ragged chunks on the floor, and they quickly shriveled into hard, blackened blobs. I crushed one beneath my boot; it fell to powder. Hopefully back in his long-overdue grave, the same thing happened to the Dwarf.
Rhiannon’s fingers were bloody, and droplets spattered the blanket and her bare shoulders. She breathed in great ragged gasps. Then she looked at me and raised her crimson hands. Her eyes gleamed with tears barely held in check. “Who am I, Mr. LaCrosse?” she asked softly. “ What am I?”
You’re a goddess, I wanted to tell her. You visited this world twice unsuccessfully, once in your real form, and once as an actual human being. Except that the knowledge of your true self tripped you up both times. Your first try created your greatest enemy, and your second one blindsided you with the utter intensity of being human. This time, though, you made yourself forget your divine origin, and so you experienced humanity as one of us, both the noblest and the most base.
But I only said, “You’re my best friend’s wife.”
Anders appeared at the door. “Time’s up,” he said urgently, then as an afterthought nodded at Rhiannon. “Your Majesty.”
“We’re taking her out of here,” I said.
Anders blinked. “We are.”
“We’re going to get her son. Then we’re bringing them both home.”
I heard crisp soldier-shouts down the hall behind Anders. “That could be a little bit of a hassle,” he pointed out.
I grinned. “Nah. Just follow me.”
Halfway down the hall, a torch burned in a bent and corroded sconce. Beneath it I pressed a single loose stone and a hidden door scraped open. Anders, then Rhiannon, and finally I slipped through, and the door closed behind us just as the reinforcements obliviously ran past.
“How’d you know about this?” Anders whispered in the dark. “I spent half an hour today looking over the diagrams of this place, and it wasn’t there.”
I didn’t answer. The story involved me, Phil and a badger that escaped from us when we tried to sneak it into the castle. Phil still had a tiny scar on his right thumb where the animal expressed its displeasure. I can’t recall why we wanted a badger-I think we were nine years old-but one side effect of trying to find the little shit was that we learned some secret passages forgotten since the wall was first built. And without asking I knew that was exactly why Rhiannon’s cell had been placed here, near an escape tunnel known only to him and me.
A few minutes later, we emerged outside the wall through another hidden and forgotten door into the dense trees of the King Hyde Memorial Park. The oaks and maples grew higher than the wall, and beneath them were many shadowed clearings. Hidden in one of them, we listened to the commotion caused by our escape on the other side of the wall, and I knew we didn’t have long.
“Now where are we going?” Anders hissed.
“To the royal hunting preserve,” I said.
Rhiannon looked surprised. “That’s where Philip found me.”
“Yeah.” I turned to Anders. “Can you go get the horses?”
He scowled. “Back where the entire Arentian army is mobilizing to find us? Oh, sure. Would you like a cup of tea, too?” Before I could respond, he’d vanished into the darkness with barely a rustle of the thick vegetation.
I took off my jacket and handed it to Rhiannon. She pulled it gratefully over the tattered blanket. Then she tentatively reached out and touched the closest branch of the tree that shadowed us.
“I never thought I’d feel living wood again,” she said softly. “And don’t make a snide comment.” She rubbed one leaf gently between her fingers. “Can you feel when something’s alive? Sometimes I think I’m the only one who can. Especially now, after being kept away from living things for so long.”
She was only an outline in the darkness. I stepped toward her, put my hand on her shoulder, and felt it small and bony beneath my coat’s fabric. I turned her toward me. I couldn’t see her face, but she gasped.
My hand slid down to her waist and I pulled her close. She was so small and weak it was easy, and I felt her hands on my shoulders. She didn’t push me away, though. She did turn her face up, so that the moonlight filtering through the trees glinted off her eyes. “I won’t stop you,” she said, a whisper so quiet the crickets almost drowned it out.
I held her like that for a long moment as the night flowed around us. If she’d done or said anything, I would have released her. But she didn’t. I held my best friend’s wife, my own old lover, and an actual goddess in my arms, and I knew she loved me. Not the way she loved Phil, or Pridiri; something reserved only for me, something for which even she didn’t know the source. Then I pulled her against me, and held her tight. I needed one last chance to know she was truly real.
Her fragility made me ache in sympathy, as Epona’s had thirteen years earlier. I was careful as I wrapped my arms around her. Her unwashed body and oily hair should have been revolting, but they weren’t. I felt as if I held a treasure, all the more valuable because even she didn’t know what she was.
She shuddered, and for a moment I thought I’d squeezed her too hard. Then she sniffled, “Thank you,” into my shoulder. She put her arms around my neck and shook with quiet sobs. I let her cry herself out, until I heard someone approach through the trees. I pushed her into the shadows and drew my sword.
The brush rustled, and Anders stepped into the clearing. “We should go. I’ve got your horse and mine, but it
