Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

started to talk.
    â€œA long time past in a land far from this one,” said Alicia in a storyteller’s voice, “there was a fae daughter who could work magic in silver and so she was named. In a time where fae were dying from cold iron, their magics fading as the One God’s ignorant followers built their churches in our places of power, the metals loved her touch, her magic flourished, and her father grew envious.”
    â€œHe was a nasty piece of work,” said Samuel, his eyes on the woman’s wrinkled face that sometimes wore scars on her cheek or at the corner of her eye. “Mercy would call him a real rat-bastard. He was a forest lord whose greatest magic was to command beasts. When the last of the giants—who were beasts controlled by his magic—died, it left him a forest lord with no great power, and he resented it as Ariana’s power grew. When the fae lost their ability to imprint their magic on things—like your walking staff, Mercy—she could still manage it. People found out.”
    â€œA great lord of the fae came,” continued Ariana. She didn’t seem to be listening to Samuel, but she waited for him to quit speaking before she started. “He required that she build an abomination—an artifact that would consume the fae magic of his enemies and give it back to him. She refused, but her father accepted and sealed the bargain in blood.”
    She stopped talking, and after a moment Samuel picked up the story. “He beat her, and she still refused. His was a magic sort of like the fairy queen’s, in that he could influence others. It might have been more useful, but he could only influence beasts.”
    â€œSo he turned her into a beast.” Ariana’s voice echoed even though my office was full enough that a gunshot shouldn’t echo, and it was eerie enough that Jesse scooted nearer to me.
    Ariana wasn’t looking at Samuel anymore, but I couldn’t tell where she was looking instead. I don’t think it was a happy place.
    â€œIn those days, the fae’s magic was still strong enough that it was harder to kill them unless you had iron or steel,” said Samuel.
    He didn’t seem worried about Ariana, but Zee was. Zee had gradually moved off his chair until he was crouched between Jesse and the scarred fae woman.
    â€œHe used his powers to torture her,” Samuel said. “He had a pair of hounds who were fae hounds. Their howls would drop a stag in its path, and their gaze could scare a man to death. He set them at her every morning for an hour, knowing that as long as he went not one moment more than an hour, she could not die—because that was part of these fear hounds’ magic.”
    â€œShe broke,” Ariana said hoarsely. “She broke and followed his will as faithfully as his hounds. She knew nothing but his commands, and she built as he desired, forged it of silver and magic and her blood.”
    â€œYou didn’t break,” said Samuel confidently. “You fought him every day.”
    Ariana’s voice changed, and she snapped, “She couldn’t fight him.”
    â€œYou fought him,” Samuel said again. “You fought, and he called his hounds until his magic failed him because he used it one time too often. I had this story from someone who was there, Ariana. You fought him and stopped, leaving the artifact incomplete.”
    â€œIt is my story,” she growled, and she turned those black eyes on Samuel. “She failed. She built it.”
    â€œTruth belongs to no one,” Samuel told her. “Ariana’s father visited a witch because his magic was insufficient to work his will.” There was something in his voice that made me think that he knew and hated that witch. “He paid the price she demanded for a spell that combined witchcraft with his magic.”
    â€œHis right hand,” said Ariana.
    Samuel waited for her, but she just stared at him.
    â€œI think he wanted to call his hounds,” Samuel said. “But they had strayed too far for him to influence. He got something quite different.”
    â€œWerewolves,” said Ariana, then she turned her back to us, hunching her shoulders. I saw that there were scars on her back, too.
    â€œWe attacked because we had to,” Samuel said gently. “But my father was stronger than we were, and resisted. He killed her father. We stopped, but she was so badly hurt. A