Trapped

disappointed. He was highly amused by the entire trip, because Granuaile kept sneezing and didn’t get used to her new sense of smell. She’d always been a bit sensitive to odors; her first exposure to demons had caused her to retch miserably for ten minutes. Once we passed near an impressive pile of rhino feces, she gagged and tried to run away from it, but her gagging turned the normally smooth mechanics of a jaguar into a jerky, trembling dance. Oberon chuffed so hard he fell over and pawed helplessly at the sky.
    › You know, I’ve basically been bored for three months while Granuaile was getting bound, but now I’m good. I feel repaid. Never thought I’d see a jaguar brought to its knees by rhino shit. And it probably dumped that here when she roared. ‹
    Granuaile was still gagging and trying to pull herself away from the smell on the ground, her belly on the grass of the savanna. Then she remembered she had other options and shifted to falcon form. She screeched and took wing, elevating herself above the rank odor of the grassland.
    › Aw! ‹ Oberon said. › She says she’s finished hunting. Wants to meet us back at the tree where you left your stuff. ‹
    All right, we’d better go. We can’t keep laughing at her expense .
    › But it’s fun! ‹
    We’ll go to Tír na nÓg and visit Goibhniu. I’ll bet he has a snack for you .
    We began trotting back to the tethered tree as Granuaile circled high above.
    › Does Goibhniu have tasty magical appetizers in his pub? Like, real buffalo wings instead of chicken wings made in Buffalo? ‹
    No, he doesn’t have anything like that. He’s one of the Three Craftsmen though .
    › Sounds like there’s a story there! ‹
    Not much of one. They’re all sons of Brighid, with skills in various arts .
    › Uh-oh. Do they have their mother’s temper? ‹
    No, they tend to be jolly lads. Goibhniu is into smithing and brewing. Luchta is a master woodworker. And Creidhne is a master with gold, bronze, or brass .
    › So there’s no damsel with a tragic history in there? With a name like the Three Craftsmen, they each should build something awesome for a beautiful princess to try to win her favor and then two of them would die. ‹
    You must be thinking of stories from other cultures. Irish women tend to kick ass and do whatever they want. For exhibits A, B, and C, I give you the Morrigan, Brighid, and Flidais .
    › Fair enough. So who’s the god of cooking among the Tuatha Dé Danann? ‹
    I don’t think there is one .
    › So the ancient Irish had a god of brewing but not cooking? ‹
    We had our priorities straight .
    › Well, then, how do you know Goibhniu will have a snack for me? ‹
    He always has something lying about—pretzels or something to anchor the porter. Allows you to drink more, see. Priorities .
    › I’d be more reassured if the priorities had something to do with meat. ‹
    We padded in silence for a while after that, which gave me time to consider the implications of vampires converging on us in the Pyrenees.
    Since I hadn’t been actively hunted by vampires, ever, this had to be a result of an order issued by Theophilus. That meant I’d need to eliminate him if I wanted it to stop—that was much more logical than attempting to eliminate all vampires. But even then, his successor might issue the same order. Vampires weren’t renowned to be live-and-let-live types. To earn myself a modicum of safety, I’d have to make sure Leif Helgarson was the most powerful vampire in the world.
    And as soon as I thought of it, I knew that was his plan.
    By pretending to act in my interest, he was serving his. Just as he did back in Arizona, he was manipulating events so that I’d eliminate his rivals and elevate him to the position he desired. And he knew that if he got to that position, he could safely ignore me, unlike every other vampire in the world. The aid he gave us in Thessalonika—tearing apart those last three dark elves—wasn’t an act of generosity or concern but pure selfishness. I was his ticket to the top, so he couldn’t let me die.
    I could hate him all I wanted for it; he still saw that I needed him and was going to take full advantage of it. And he knew that I wouldn’t do anything to him as long as there was a chance he could help me eliminate Theophilus.
    Granuaile was fairly incensed when she landed and shifted back to human. I shifted as well and called up our weapons from their hiding places in the earth.
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