It was a world where dreams had taken shape into reality, aplace of strange colors and spaces that shone like alien stars. A titanic tree stump made an island, and above the island, the sky shimmered with little drifting points of light. A dark, cool pool stretched off into the distance. Wooden stepping blocks stretched off across the lake to other islands, far and near.
The light-motes reflected in the water, showing the shapes of fish and giant water beetles far below. Bullfrogs pealed from the shadows, while nightingales flitted between strands of alien flowers. All about the pool, nature had been put into good order, arranged as a careful piece of art.
It seemed to be night. The sky was dark and starry, and yet everything shone as clearly as in the light of day. Sitting sourly on a pillow at the center of a little isle, Escalla swatted at a nightingale as the stupid creature twittered by.
The garden upon the tree stump isle had been sculpted perfectly. Plants had been shaped into tables, chairs and couches, all overlaid with silk brocades. A satyr daintily served tea and scones, while plates of food and flasks of wine stood gleaming in the light. Surrounded by dreamlike plenty, Jus, Polk, and even the mule all remained frozen in shock.
The satyr bowed, proffering jam and cream. Escalla ignored the creature until it went away. Sitting alone with her knees hugged to her chin, the faerie kept her eyes carefully away from the scenery. She tossed a glance at the feast then turned away.
“Don’t drink the wine,” she said without looking up, “anddon’t eat the food.”
Polk jerked his hand back, already reaching for a scone. “It’s enchanted?”
“Polk, don’t drink the wine. Don’t touch it. Don’t sniff it.Don’t even touch the damned cork!” Escalla sat with her knees hunched beneathher chin. “Unless you’re a faerie, faerie wine’s instant suicide. Makes youdrunk as a pickled thought-eater in seconds three.”
“Oh!” Polk eyed the wine glass nearest him, half tempted togive it a try. “Really?”
“The hangover comes about ten minutes later, Polk. Rumor saysit’s like having a pair of exploding wolverines mating inside your skull.”
Even Polk, inveterate drinker that he was, shrank away from the wine. “Wolverines?”
“Yeah, especially the vintage sixty-three. Gives you violenttremors and convulsions in less time than it takes to scream.”
Polk kept a distance between himself and the nearest plate of scones. “How about the food? Poison?”
Escalla shrugged and said, “No.”
“Should we eat it?”
“No.”
Blinking, Polk scratched his skull. “Why?”
“Because we don’t want to give my mother any leverage!”Escalla sat back against a rock and tossed a pebble at a nightingale. “If shefeeds you, she can ask for a favor in return. When she comes back, watch what you say. Don’t give her any information she can use.”
“But she’s your mother!”
“Killer amoebas have mothers, Polk. I’m not going to embraceany of those, either.”
The faeries had opened a door in the empty air of the forest and had led Escalla and her companions into this eerie fantasy land. They now sat amid the songbirds and the frogs, surrounded by a ring of ghostly elf hounds that kept them trapped in an unwinking gaze.
Jus reached into his belt pouch, brought out a chunk of hardtack and split it three ways between himself, Polk, and Escalla. At his side, Cinders lay nose to nose with an elf hound. The hell hound leaked sulphurous steam from his nostrils, and the elf hound bristled, bared its teeth, then broke into a vicious growl. The growl turned into a yelp of panic as Cinders’ spewed a jet of flame that scorched the elf hound’s back.
Of all the travelers, Cinders was the only one with a grin.
Funny!
Kicking at the scenery, Escalla stood and paced, watched by a dozen elf hounds as she walked. She stood at the shore of the island and stared off across the dark, reflective pool.
“They redecorated.”
Jus joined her, sitting at her side, his hand resting too casually upon his sword and aware that the walls could have ears.
“So this is the Seelie Court?”
“Ha! They wish!” Escalla gave a flick of contempt. “This isjust a pocket above the forest, a tiny alternative realm. Tons of places have them. Think of it as Flanaess plus one. It runs about, oh, a mile wide.” Escallalooked about. “The forest is still there. Any tree you find in here with an archof branches is a gate to somewhere or other.”
Jus weighed the information, still wondering just exactly where they were. He carefully scanned the starry sky, checking the constellations.
“Does time move differently here?”
“No, although on other planes it does.” Escalla used herhands to show her friends the horizons of the eerie faerie world. “This is justa citadel. Thirty faeries, three hundred servants, and a ton of these damned hounds.” Eyes narrowed, the girl carefully watched an elf hound that slunkwatchfully nearby. “Try not to look straight at anything. Try to lookpast the surface. Most of it’s an illusion. You can get the knack of telling.”Escalla sounded sour. “Careful of the wildlife. Anything about the mass of afaerie probably is a faerie. No trout is a trout, no cat’s a cat. Thebored ones can get pretty strange. Don’t stare, or they’ll try and get pushy.”
“Hmph,” the Justicar grunted. “What if we’re attacked byone?”
“Cut it fast and hard. Give it time to throw a spell, andyou’re dog meat. But don’t do it. I’m almost out of spells.” The girl shrugged.“They have a dueling code-one on one fights are your own affair if you make it aformal challenge.”
“Are they all magic-users?”
“Yeah. All of them.”
Jus rippled his finger tips along the hilt of his sword. “Should we try to bring in Enid and have her bust us out of here?”
“Not yet.” Escalla’s antennae stayed stiff and high, testingmagic currents in the air. “I need a way to get you guys clear of here before Ido anything cute.”
Heaving a frustrated, angry sigh, Escalla paced, drawing Polk and Jus down beside her. Polk had filled his moustache with hardtack crumbs. He seemed to regard Escalla with newfound awe.
“So this is a faerie palace! A gateway to adventure!”
“Yeah.” The girl gave a sneer. “And I’m a princess.” Polk andJus both gave her an appraising look. Escalla angrily waved her hand. “I toldyou that when we first met! A faerie princess, I said! No one believes me! No one ever believes me!”
“Can’t imagine why.” Jus scratched his head and left it atthat. “All right, so what’s the story? Why are they after you? Why are we here?”
“Well they weren’t shooting to kill, so that means they wantto talk.” Escalla ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “I hate thisplace! I hate these people!” She turned her face away. “Here’s the run-down.This is Clan Nightshade, my clan. They’re exiled from the Seelie Court over somecrap you and I could care less about, so Clan Nightshade is a rogue. Fought their way through three different planes and ended up here, holed up on the Flanaess.” Her voice was toneless. “Faeries usually live in a sealed society-theSeelie Court. It straddles several planes of existence-very old, nine clansalways stabbing one another in the back. Spawned a dark goddess once and has kept out of mortal affairs ever since.”
She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.
“Nightshade is trouble. They are my clan, so don’tunderestimate them. We learned magic the hard way.” Escalla kept her faceneutral and guarded, her eyes flicking left and right for signs of scrying spells. “The Seelie Court clans are a lot more inbred, more reclusive, moreformulaic.”
Jus slowly stroked his fingers through Cinders’ hair. “Butthese are all faeries like you, right?”
Escalla gave the man a sharp stare. Small, slim, and somehow sinister with her pointed ears and tilted eyes, she suddenly seemed no joking matter.
“Clan Nightshade is personally responsible for neutralizingand imprisoning a goddess.” The girl narrowed her eyes. “You’re still thinkingof elves and pixies. Don’t. Faeries are the true folk. Imagine arace of magic-using, flying creatures that can change shape and go invisible at will.” The girl bitterly pitched a piece of grass into the wind. “Elves are tofaeries what skinks are to black dragons. Don’t make the mistake of thinkingthat just because something’s short, it can’t splay your lungs all over thegrass.”
Polk recoiled, looking Escalla indignantly up and down. “Butyou’re not nasty! You’ve got honor and guts and good intentions!”
“Polk, I’m the girl who didn’t fit in and ran away.”
She hunched over, cradling her head in her hands. The Justicar dragged Cinders over beside Escalla. Heaving a tired sigh, the little faerie reached out to scratch the hell hound’s ear.
Cinders look after faerie.
“Thanks, man. You’re my favorite pooch.”
Sensing that some of the plants were clearly spies, Jus looked at Escalla as he spoke. “What happens now? Why are we here?”
“I have a few suspicions.” Escalla’s hand tightened onCinders’ fur. “I’m eldest daughter to the clan head. Whatever they want, it’sno good news for me.”
“Are you in danger?”
“Not immediately. It’s not like I broke any laws. Plus I’vealready taken down some of the clan’s best spell slingers twice today. They knowI’m not quite the same little girl who ran away from home.”
A fanfare of trumpets pealed out across the lake. An instant later, a row of brilliantly clad little creatures popped into view. They seemed to be a type of pixie-shorter than Escalla and far, far sillier, with longcricket’s legs and eyes like an insects. The creatures blew on heraldic hornsthen tittered with mirth as they rolled their eyes at Polk and Jus.
“Summon come! Summon come! Come to biggie lord! Leave mortalsto play game with happy grigs!”
Sharing a look of seething annoyance with Jus, Escalla rose to her feet and said, “Grigs. I hate these guys.” The faerie planted her fistson her hips. “Now hear this! These are my blood companions. A spell cast on themis a spell cast on me.” The girl turned dire eyes on the shocked little grigs.“I mean it! Tricksie-tricksie, pay back doubles!”
The grigs scuffled their feet and pouted.
“Mean!”
“Yeah, well I’m that one! Remember me? The mean ladyis back again!” Escalla swatted at the little sprites, who scattered sullenlyaway. “Half-wit relatives! You can bet your butt they don’t have to put up withthese little buggers in the real Seelie Court!”
Peeking out of cover all around the island were a host of tiny little shapes-all pixie-like, all small, all less formidable that the purefaeries Jus had seen. Jus settled Cinders securely into place upon his helmet and looked at the forest sprites.
“These are all related to faeries? Why so manyoffshoots-pixies, sprites, grigs, atomies…?”
“Chaos wars.” Escalla led her way through the ranks of hidingsprites. “Lotta pure bloodlines were split up. Goblinoids, giants, dragons.Faeries took the brunt of it. That’s why we turned reclusive.” The girl hadreached the shore, and here a party of lean, elegant faeries awaited them. “We’re summoned. Come on. Let’s go meet the family. Keep your eyes open and yourmind straight.”
Jus and Escalla both flexed their hands, each feeling for the rings that kept them safe from charm spells.
At the water’s edge, Escalla’s twin awaited them.
The newcomer was pure faerie. The lean lines, the aristocratic face and air of cool intelligence instantly marked her. In shape and face, she could almost have been Escalla. A little rounder in the eyes, far,far plusher in the bosom, but as alike as two sisters had a right to be. She had dressed herself in tight white lace with a glint of silver on her hand. Escalla’s leathers looked stark and almost primitive in contrast to the othergirl.
The lace-clad figure sketched a mocking little bow and said, “Sweet sister.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Escalla turned and jerked her thumb towardthe other faerie. “Guys, this is Tielle, my little sister. A total bitch.”
Polk doffed his cap. Jus merely gave a brief nod of his head. Turning back to her sister, Escalla stared the other girl up and down. The two females exchanged looks that dripped with pure disdain.
“So Tielle. You porked-out.”
“Yes. They’re called breasts.” Tielle looked at hersister with a sour laugh. “Love the outfit. Is it uncured leather, or isthat smell all your own?”
“Ha! You kiss so much butt, I’m surprised you still have anysense of smell.”
Looming like a vast black giant above the faeries, Jus cleared his throat in a bass rumble. It brought the exchange of insults to an end as both sisters flicked a glance up at the human.
Tielle gave a wrinkle of her nose and said, “You’re summonedto the clan council.”
Escalla gave a sniff and replied, “Why do I give a damn?”
“Daddy’s asking nicely. And we have visitors.” Tielle clickedher fingers to summon more faeries. Male and female spellcasters closed in to surround Escalla and her friends. Tielle’s fingers gleamed as the light fell ona tiny silver ring shaped like a spider. “Oh, you’ll like it. Mummy and Daddyhave you foremost on their minds… as always.”
Escalla sniffed at her sister and looked scathingly at the faerie warriors.
“I’m soooo intrigued.” Escalla shrugged. “Nice ring, by theway.”
Tielle raised a mocking smile and used her other hand to indicate a line of stepping stones that stretched into the distance. “Getmoving. They’re waiting.”
At least a dozen faeries served as escorts. Escalla scowled. On a good day, she could cream almost anyone in the clan, but with her spells depleted from three combats in a single day, she no longer stood a chance. Whatever happened, Jus and Polk would catch most of the damage. Seething with hate, Escalla tried to crush the helpless feeling of being dragged back into Daddy’s house as she flew out over the lake.
“Come on, guys. Let’s get this done.”
The Justicar shrugged his armor into place then strode forward on his strangely quiet boots. Behind him, Polk refused to move. Instead, the teamster turned to Escalla with a vacuous smile.
“My dear, I really don’t think this is any business formortals.”
Escalla planted her fists on her hips. “What?”
“Why, I think I’ll wait here. Thank you, Escalla. Gosh, butthe weather is nice!”
Turning her dire gaze upon the faeries, Escalla snarled. “Ohha ha ha. You blitzed an idiot with a charm spell.”
Something flickered in the air. A charm spell shot from a faerie toward the Justicar and shattered on the shield thrown up by the man’smagic ring. Cinders hissed, Jus jerked his head around, and the hell hound’s redeyes focused on an invisible shape lurking behind a tree.
There!
Escalla threw up a hand and shoved a single spell toward the hidden faerie. A reeking cloud enveloped the culprit, sending him reeling and retching off into the bushes. Escalla watched the faerie go, unshipped her ice wand, and noisily pumped the activation slide. “What did I tell you about myfriends? Try it again, and I’ll get nasty!”
Grinning happily, Cinders wagged his tail. Burn!
“Not yet!” Escalla looked at the stepping stones. “Cinders,some of the stepping stones are illusions. Just keep your eyes open.”
Looking bored with it all, Tielle hovered over the surface of the lake and said, “None of them are illusions. We have better things to do withour time.”
“Good. Then let the Justicar carry you and hold you tight.”
Tielle looked annoyed. She made a pass with her hand, and half of the stepping stones disappeared, leaving only blank water in their place. Escalla flew out to lead the way, hovering protectively close to the Justicar.
“Polk, come on. Follow me.”
“Why yes. What a lovely suggestion!” Polk beamed vacuously,his voice vapid and formal. “May I just say how pert you look today?”
“Polk, spell or no spell, nobody ever uses pert innormal conversation, all right?”
Jus jumped and strode awkwardly from stepping stone to stepping stone, his heavy bulk strangely graceful, his armor and sword quiet through long habit of stealth. Polk bumbled along in his wake, leaving his mule staring forlornly after them. Escalla flew along in silence, flanked by a dozen faeries and refusing to so much as even glance at her sister.
In the deep waters of the lake fish swam-giant cuttlefish andlittle stingrays, all faeries shapeshifted into animal form. In the trees overhead, animals watched the travelers, each creature showing intelligent faerie eyes. Watched from a dozen directions, Jus, Polk, and Escalla made their way across the lake toward a giant garden that glimmered with bright flowers.
At the shore stood a circular grove of gnarled, ancient fruit trees. Escalla jerked her thumb at the fruit trees as Jus passed them by.
“Plane trees.”
The Justicar turned. “Plain trees?”
“No, plane trees-like a tree of the various planes ofexistence.” Escalla shrugged. “That grove leads off to other planes-primalenergy, negative energy, fire, water, that sort of thing. You need a key taken from the plane you’re heading to-amazingly useless.”
The garden made a ring of light about a faerie palace, an airy thing all made from pearl-gray wood. A long path led toward the palace doors. Beside the path, a lawn hosted a dainty party attended by a dozen faerie folk. The faeries mingled, gossiped, and intrigued. Fawn and satyr servitors poured drinks, while animated plants played music upon lutes. A bevy of female orcs knelt servilely about a faerie lord who was wreathed in fiery robes. All conversation stopped, and all eyes turned as Escalla marched out from the trees.
A faun approached and bowed, ushering Escalla along the path. Escalla waited for Jus and Polk, keeping them at her side. Surrounded by guards and stared at by faeries and servants alike, the three companions walked slowly through the party and headed for the palace doors.
The silence was nerve wracking and irritating. Whirling, Escalla turned to face her peers.
“Yes, it’s me! I’m back! You all seen enough? And you? Andyou?” The girl pivoted in mid air, tugging her skirt tight.
Escalla sped forward in anger, shoving past two beautifully liveried centaurs and throwing open the palace doors. A vast hall stretched before her, a place of moving murals and carpets that shifted shape and form. A hundred faeries lined the way, most of them dressed in brilliant, alien finery. There were guards dressed in bright red mail and faerie dragons fluttering through the rafters eating flower arrangements. Escalla took one look at the crowds and sagged back toward the ground.
“Oh bugger.”
Tielle whirred forward to whisper to a scowling major domo. Faerie maids in exotic fashions eyed Jus and whispered sourly behind their fans.
Escalla pulled in close to the ranger and whispered quickly in his ear, “This is not Clan Nightshade! This is way more than ClanNightshade!” The girl suddenly spied a slim, hypochondriacal faerie surroundedby rings of courtiers. “Oh futz. It’s the Erlking!”
Jus pulled at his nose and asked, “The who?”
“Oberon! Hen-pecked consort to the queen bitch herself!”Escalla quickly looked for avenues of escape. “I think this is the SeelieCourt!”
Turning, Jus regarded his friend. “Escalla, just what exactlydid you do when you left here?”
Escalla managed to look both annoyed and evasive all at once. “Well I may have requisitioned more than I was strictly allowed to.” Thegirl waved her hands in outrage. “Hey! Faeries don’t age, man! So letting yourkids know they have an inheritance is unfair. So I just prematurely requisitioned what was mine.”
Jus regarded her with leveled brows. “You stole daddy’swallet and ran away from home?”
“There was more to it than that! You had to be there!”
Polk beamed good will at the whole universe. “Why, it seemsto be a splendid place! Why ever did you leave?”
Cinders flattened his ears, scowling at the fripperies and gave a growl. Illusions. Old magic. The dog almost sneezed in disgust. No fun here. All spells.
Escalla applauded. “Thank you, pooch! Polk, we’ll have alittle shared lesson on mind/body phenomenology later on, if we’re all alive.”
“But it’s so pretty!”
Escalla glared. “Polk, say, ‘I am an idiot.’”
“I am an idiot.”
“Great! Now shut up and enjoy your charm spell before I makeyou take off your pants!”
Jus looked disapprovingly about the room. It was pure luxury and opulence, and much of it pure illusion designed to stroke the senses. Dour and spartan, Jus was the antithesis of the entire faerie way of life. Faeries kept well away, staring at the mortals as though they carried a disease.
Tielle emerged from the crowds and looked her sister up and down. “They want to see you. Do you care to dress properly first?”
“Just tell me why I’m here.”
“Oh no! Little surprises are always such fun.” Tielle gave anasty smile. “This way to daddy-kins. Hop hop! And do tell your mortalsnot to scuff the rugs.”
Today Jus’ boots had trampled through muddy streets, foreststreams and dirt, and he could not care less about the rug. Escalla girded herself and flew through the parting crowds, finally finding herself confronting her mother, her father, and a host of unfamiliar faces.
Her father turned. Powerful and solid-for a faerie-his poisewas somehow similar to the Justicar. His hair was long and steel gray, his beard pointed, and his eyes sparked the same green fire as his daughter. He took one look at Escalla, split his face into a rough smile and crushed Escalla in his arms.
“Honey blossom!”
He wrestled the girl from side to side, making her eyes bulge. With a great bass roar of a laugh, the lord of Clan Nightshade hugged Escalla for all that she was worth.
Trapped in her fathers arms, Escalla struggled upward until she could catch Jus’ eye. “Guys, this is my dad.”
Overjoyed, Escalla’s father ruffled the girl’s hair. “Andthis, this is my Silly Scellie!”
Cinders sniggered, thump-thump-thumping with his tail. Silly Scellie!
Jus looked amused, and Escalla spiked him with a snarl.
“Just keep laughing, Evelyn.” Escalla gave a longsuffering sigh. “Gang, this is Charn, Lord Nightshade, my father. Daddy, this isPolk, a transport consultant; Cinders, a sentient hell hound skin; and here”-thegirl cast a look longing for help toward Jus-“is my friend, the Justicar.”
Big, solid, and rough cut out of pure honesty, the Justicar bowed to Escalla’s father. The faeries scarcely came up to his knees, but hemanaged to bow toward them with vast dignity.
“My Lord Charn.”
“Capital! Capital to meet you!” Escalla’s father took onedaughter under each arm-Escalla suffering patiently, and Tielle coldly smiling.“So you are the ones who have served my daughter so loyally while she roamed inthe worthless wilds!”
“They’re not servants, dad.”
“Of course not, dear!” The man gave his girl a shake. “Butshe’s home! She has returned to home and duty at last.”
A silken movement came from the crowds. Escalla’s motherappeared, cool as ice and regarding her prodigal daughter much as she might regard an insect specimen.
“Escalla.”
“Mother.”
“You decided not to dress.” Escalla’s mother took a drinkfrom a tray proffered by one of the scantily clad orc servants. “No matter. Forour purposes, nothing could be better.”
“Purposes?” Escalla’s voice lowered the temperature of theentire hall. “Someone tried to kill my friends this morning, then some imbeciletried bribing me with candy and flowers.” The girl ignored her father and facedher mother. “Do tell me all about your little purposes.”
“It is called obligation.”
“I don’t care to be obliging.” Dusting herself off, Escalladisengaged herself from her father’s arm. “Dad, why am I here?”
“You are here because a great day is here! A familyday!” The faerie lord beamed. “The court has rescinded our exile. ClanNightshade is to be brought back into the fold!”
The news hardly hit Escalla like a thunderbolt.
“Oh whoopee.”
“It’s provisional.” Escalla’s father took hold of her elbowand propelled her through the crowds. Scowling faeries made way as Jus and Polk lumbered in Escalla’s wake. “But here, you see? Old comrades all together onceagain. Old faces to rediscover!”
Escalla made a wry little expression. “I’ve never seen any ofthem before, Dad. We were exiled about a zillion years before I was born.”
“But comrades still! Kith and kin! Even representatives fromthe inner court itself!” Charn spread his hands to show his daughter that thepalace halls were filled to overflowing. “Many of them will be staying here withus while a few formalities are handled, but it’s a new beginning for you. Theywant us to take the lead in wonderful new plans. It will be time for you, girl, eldest child of the clan head! Think of all the changes you can make!”
“Nothing changes, dad.” An old bitterness and nightmare shonethrough Escalla’s words. “You make castles out of clouds, mountains out ofmolehills, and nothing ever happens.”
Lord Charn looked left and right, used a spell to shield him from prying ears, and whispered cautiously in his daughter’s hair. “There hasbeen a change in the power balance, and Nightshade holds the key. The clan that defeated and imprisoned the Faerie Queen of Wind and Woe, the clan that knows where she is hidden… we are about to become a power once again.”
The man clamped Escalla on the back, his voice picking up as his spell faded. “And so! Faces for you to know! New relatives! Kith and kin!Here is Faen, Lord Half Moon. Lord Faen is knowledge-keeper to the Seelie Court and advisor to Queen Titania herself.”
A thin faerie with a long wisp of a goatee gave Escalla a courtly bow. Several mages of the Half Moon clan stood with him, all sharing a conspirator’s smile with Escalla’s father before appraising the girl. Heroutlandishly stark clothes and aggressive air seemed to meet their secret needs. They inclined their heads and turned to one another with significant little smiles as Escalla passed.
Jus trod carefully behind Lord Charn. Escalla was aware of him covering her back; she could feel the ranger watching her mother and her sister. Cinders’ tail wagged. Towing her through the room, Escalla’s fatherdragged her from one knot of courtiers to another.
“Ah! Escalla, here is Fareel, Lady Mantis.” A sorceress andher entourage bowed in a rattle of outlandish insectoid costumes. “Here is thepriestess of Corellon and her acolytes. This is Jenna, princess of Clan Raven.”Suddenly his eye lighted on his true quarry. Escalla’s father seemed to swellwith new energy. “Ah, and here is someone just for you!”
Waiting at the foot of a fountain stood a faerie cavalier, a youth eel-slim and armed with a delicate silver rapier. His black silk shirt had ribbons bound about the upper arms-kill ribbons from a dozen duels. The cavalierlooked Escalla up and down. Her leathers were tight as a second skin and showed an astonishing amount of breast and thigh. She half turned, her figure svelte as a velvet cobra, and raked her audience with a haughty glare. The faerie cavalier preened his moustache and whispered approvingly into a neighbors ear, reaching out to take a tiny goblet of wine.
Jus had seen the faerie cavalier before. He had worn a blue silk cloak torn by Jus’ sword.
Beside the cavalier waited a dark haired faerie, the same flame robed lord she had noticed in the park outside. Kneeling orc slave girls made a bizarre, outlandish backdrop as they awaited their master’s word ofcommand.
Lord Charn brought Escalla forward to the flame robed man.
“Ushan, Lord Sable, I present my Eldest Daughter, EscallaBrightflower, the Heiress Nightshade.” Escalla sniffed, looking dangerous,disdainful, and positively alien amidst so much splendor. “Escalla, Lord Ushanis chancellor to Queen Titania. Clan Sable is the right arm of the throne.”
Escalla shrugged. Her father happily dragged her past Lord Ushan and into the middle of Clan Sable. The young cavalier posed, smoothing his moustache as he awaited to greet her.
“Finally Escalla, the best comes last! This is the valiantTarquil, cavalier of the Order of the Sunset, scion of Clan Sable, and nephew to Lord Ushan.”
Eagerly paternal, Lord Charn faced Escalla and Tarquil off against one another.
“Tarquil of Sable, I present Brightflower Maid, PrincessEscalla.” The man gave a vast, expansive smile. “Your bride to be.”