Annwyl nodded to a post where a ring of bronze keys hung from a wooden peg. After unlocking the cage, we helped Annwyl climb down. The Summer girl stumbled weakly as she left the cage, leaning on me for support. The Forgotten had probably drained most of her glamour; she felt as thin and brittle as a bundle of twigs.
“Are there others?” I asked as she took several deep breaths, as if breathing clean air once again. Annwyl shuddered violently and shook her head.
“No,” she whispered. “Just me.” She turned and nodded to the empty cages, swinging from their chains. “When I was first brought here, there were a few other captives. Exiled fey like me. A satyr and a couple wood nymphs. One goblin. But…but then they were taken away by the guards. And they never came back. I was sure it was just a matter of time…before I was brought to her, as well.”
“The lady,” I muttered darkly. Annwyl shivered again.
“She…she eats them,” she whispered, closing her eyes. “She drains their glamour, sucks it into herself, just like her followers, until there’s nothing left. That’s why so many exiles are gone. She needs a constant supply of magic to get strong again, at least that’s what her followers told me. So they go out every night, capture exiles and half-breeds, and drag them back here for her.”
“Where’s Keirran?” I asked, holding her at arm’s length. “Have you seen him?”
She shook her head frantically. “He’s…with her,” she said, on the verge of tears. “I’m so worried…what if she’s done something to him?” She covered her face with one hand. “What will I do if he’s gone?”
“Master!” Perched on Kenzie’s shoulder again, Razor echoed her misery, pulling on his ears. “Master gone!”
I sighed, trying to think over the gremlin’s wailing. “All right,” I muttered, and turned to Kenzie. “We have to get Todd and the others out of here. Do you remember the way they brought us in?”
She winced, trying to shush the tiny Iron fey. “Barely. But the cave is crawling with Forgotten. We’d have to fight our way out.”
Annwyl straightened then, taking a deep breath. “Wait,” she said, seeming to compose herself, her voice growing stronger. “There is another way. I can sense where the trods are in this place, and one empties under a bridge in the mortal world. It isn’t far from here.”
“Can you lead everyone there? Open it?”
“Yes.” Annwyl nodded, and her eyes glittered. “But I’m not leaving without Keirran.”
“I know. Come on.” I led her out of the room, back to the chamber that held the giant pit. Dragging the ladder from the wall, I dropped it down into the hole.
“All right,” I mumbled, peering into the darkness. Mutters and shuffling footsteps drifted out of the pit, and I winced. “Wait here,” I told Kenzie and Annwyl. “I’ll be right back, hopefully with a bunch of crazy people.”
“Wait,” Kenzie said, stopping me. “I should go,” she said, and held up a hand as I protested. “Ethan, if something comes into this room, I won’t be able to stop it. You’re the one with the mad sword skills. Besides, you’re not the most comforting presence to lead a bunch of scared, crazy people to safety. If they start crying, you can’t just crack your knuckles and threaten them to get them to move.”
I frowned. “I wouldn’t use my fists. A sword is much more threatening.”
She rolled her eyes and handed me the gremlin, who scurried to my shoulder. “Just stand guard. I’ll start sending them up.”
A few minutes later, a crowd of ragged, dazed-looking humans clustered together in the tunnel, muttering and whispering to themselves. Todd was among them. He gazed around the cavern with a blank expression that made my skin crawl. I hoped that when we got him out of here he would go back to normal. No one looked at Annwyl or Razor, or seemed to notice them. They stood like sheep, passive and dull-witted, waiting for something to happen. Annwyl gazed at them all and shivered.
“How awful,” she whispered, rubbing her arms. “They feel so…empty.”
“Empty,” Razor buzzed. “Empty, empty, empty.”
“Is this everyone?” I asked Kenzie as she crawled back up the ladder. She nodded as Razor bounced back to her. “All right, everyone stay together. This is going to be interesting.”
Drawing my weapons, I walked to the edge of the tunnel, where it split in two directions, and peered out. No Forgotten, not yet.
“Ethan.” Kenzie and Annwyl joined me at the edge, the group following silently. Annwyl gripped my arm. “I’m not leaving. Not without him.”
“I know. Don’t worry.” I shook off her fingers, then turned and handed a sword to Kenzie. “Get them out of here,” I told her. “Take Annwyl, get to the exit, and don’t look back. If anything tries to stop you, do whatever you can not to get caught again.”
“What about you?”
I sighed, glancing down the tunnel. “I’m going back for Keirran.”
She blinked. “Alone? You don’t even know where he is.”
“Yes, I do.” Raking a hand through my hair, I faced the darkness, determined not to be afraid. “He’ll be with the lady. Wherever she is, I’ll find him, too.”
“Master?” Razor perked up, eyes flaring with hope. “Razor come? Find Master?”
“No, you stay, Razor. Protect Kenzie.”
The gremlin buzzed sadly but nodded.
Dark murmurs echoed behind us. The group of former half-breeds were shifting fretfully, muttering “the lady,” over and over again, like a chant. It made my stomach turn with nerves.
“Here, then.” Kenzie handed back the sword. “Take it. I won’t need it this time.”
“But—”
The cavern through the arch wasn’t huge, though it glittered with thousands of blue, green and yellow crystals, some tiny, some as big as me, jutting out of the walls and floor. Several massive stone columns, twined with the skeletons of dragons and other monsters, lined the way to a crystal throne near the back of the room.
Sitting on that throne, flanked by motionless knights in bone armor, was a woman.
My breath caught. The Lady of the Forgotten wasn’t monstrous, or cruel-looking or some terrible, crazy queen wailing insanities.
She was beautiful.
For a few seconds, I couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t even tear my eyes away. Like the rest of the Forgotten, the Lady was pale, but a bit of color tinged her cheeks and full lips, and her eyes were a striking crystal blue, though they shifted colors in the dim light—from blue to green to amber and back again. Her long hair was colorless, writhing away to mist at the ends, as if she still wasn’t quite solid. She wore billowing robes with a high collar, and the face within was young, perfect and achingly sad.