Tinker.

Tinker made a face; silly nonsense was what she hated about fairy tales.

Lain tapped her on the head to stop Tinker from making faces. "Oni are fearsome ogres usually depicted as seven feet tall with red hair and horns. I"ve heard a theory that the oni are actually lost Vikings with horned helmets."

Now that sounded familiar. It all clicked together in her mind. "The three men who attacked us were very tall, with red hair. Windwolf called the pseudo-wargs Foo dogs. He also recognized your references to tengu. If we have legends of elves, and they are real, by simple logic then, the oni are real too."

Lain admitted Tinker"s theory might be true with a thoughtful nod of her head, and then poked holes into it. "The world doesn"t always follow simple logic. The cultures of the ancient worlds were highly contaminated by each other. The Chinese interacted with the j.a.panese, and then traded on the Silk Road to the Middle East, which spread into Europe. You can find the same children"s story of Cinderella with the evil stepmother and the magical fairy G.o.dmother in almost every culture now. The oni could be just the j.a.panese version of our elves."

"But someone used Foo dogs and onilike people to try to kill Windwolf."

"There"s so little we know about the elves, even after twenty years. For all we know, these attacks are part of political infighting."

Tinker considered it, and shook her head. "No. Tooloo just gave me a history lesson and-provided it"s all true-the elves are quite h.o.m.ogeneous."

"Ah." Lain murmured and thought for several minutes. "Then maybe there"s something about oni that the elves aren"t telling us."

Tinker glanced toward the foyer where Pony stood guard. "Weren"t telling us. Windwolf has changed the game by swapping one of the players to the other team."

"Well," Lain locked up her workstation. "You crack that nut, and I"ll make lunch."

Tinker felt guilty when she walked into the foyer and realized that Pony had been standing there since they returned from Tooloo"s. "Why don"t you sit down?"

"It"s not proper-"

"Oh, sit down!" She pointed at the chair beside the door.

Pony sat, unhappy but obedient.

Tinker settled on the fourth step of the staircase, which put her level with Pony. "What do you know about oni?"

"Oni?" Pony lifted his hands to his head and made his index fingers into horns.

"Yes, oni."

"They are cruel and ruthless people with no sense of honor. Their weapons are crude, for they are a younger race than either elves or humans, but they sp.a.w.n like mice and would crush us with sheer numbers."

So much for oni being mythical. "They live on Elfhome?"

Pony looked puzzled at this. "No, then they would have been elves. They live on Onihida."

"So, where is Onihida?"

Pony screwed up his face in the way that Tinker recognized as him reaching the limit of his ability to explain something. Finally he held out his left hand, palm down. "Elfhome." He waved his right hand under it. "Earth." Then, holding his right hand still, he moved his left hand under his right and waved it. "Onihida."

She pointed at his left hand. "How did you get to Onihida? Or did the oni come to Elfhome?"

"We found them." Pony looked daunted. He sat silent for several minutes, thinking. "There were at one time certain caves and rock formations that formed Pathways to walk from one world to the next. They were perilous, for the movement of the Moon and the planets made them inconstant."

It confirmed her family legend of caves being gates. Tinker suspected that a mineral deposit running through quartz next to a strong ley line could mimic the hyperphase field of a man-made gate. Like the gate in s.p.a.ce, the power needed to be supplied to only one side to create two-way travel. Based on what Windwolf told her about gravity affecting magic, then perhaps ley lines had "tides" which would cause the gates to occasionally fail.

Pony plunged on. "While we bent our minds to shaping magic, humans learned to forge bronze and then steel. For goods we could not make ourselves, we walked the Pathways to Earth. We kept close to the Pathways and traveled heavily cloaked and mostly at night, for without magic we lived a breath away from death. But the risks were always well rewarded with rich trade goods."

Obviously Pony was using the historic "we" since the Pathways had mysteriously failed prior to the 1700s, and he had just hit his majority.

"But some of these Pathways led to Onihida," Tinker guessed.

"In a manner, yes." Pony scratched at the back of his head, pondering how to-as Tooloo put it-compress history into a teaspoon. "Where a Pathway opened on Earth, magic would flow out. While humans would only find a Pathway through blind luck, a domana domana could sense it from a distance. Still maps were made to keep careful track of the Pathways. One day on Earth, a could sense it from a distance. Still maps were made to keep careful track of the Pathways. One day on Earth, a domana domana found a Pathway that was not on our maps. Nor, when the matching location was investigated on Elfhome, could it be found where it opened. A group adventurous in spirit decided to investigate where the Pathway led. Twenty journeyed out, only two returned." found a Pathway that was not on our maps. Nor, when the matching location was investigated on Elfhome, could it be found where it opened. A group adventurous in spirit decided to investigate where the Pathway led. Twenty journeyed out, only two returned."

"The oni killed them?"

Pony nodded. "At first, the explorers had thought they"d somehow traveled to Elfhome, for Onihida-unlike Earth-flows rich with magic. Then they realized that the plants and the animals were unknown to them, and showed signs of being spell-worked." The elfin way of saying the object had been bioengineered. "Whereas on Earth, they would have easily traveled undetected, wards revealed their presence, and they were surrounded before they could flee back to Earth. The oni lords "invited" them to a nearby fortress. The explorers were treated well, served rich foods, and offered beautiful wh.o.r.es. The oni called them their brothers and tried to deceive them, but a dragon always shows his teeth when he smiles."

"The oni wanted to know where the gate to Earth was?"

"Natural gates apparently were usually quite small." Pony measured out four feet with his hand. "Many only wide enough to take a pack horse through, and sometimes much smaller." He reduced the width to only two feet. "They were within dark caves, and like the veil effect," he waved his hand about to take in the house around him, shoved from Earth into Elfhome, "invisible. Anyone without the ability to detect a ley line could search closely, even to the point of stepping in and out of worlds, and never find it. Like the elves prior to the birth of domana domana, no oni pa.s.sing through a gate to Earth had ever returned."

So that the oni didn"t realize a gate wasn"t just a deathtrap to be avoided until the elves showed up. "Obviously the explorers didn"t reveal its location."

"At first, they easily evaded the questions, for they did not know the oni language, and deliberately misunderstood their gestures and the demands for maps to be drawn. But they were forcibly detained, taught the tongue, and asked more directly. Then they were tortured, then healed, and tortured again until their minds broke."

"That"s horrible!" Tinker shuddered. "But the gate only led to Earth. The elves could have given it up to the oni without risking Elfhome."

Pony stood to pace. "The oni had spell-worked their warriors to be far stronger than the average man. What"s more, they had discovered the secrets of self-healing and immortality, yet continued to breed like mice. With their numbers and abilities, they would have flooded Earth unchecked."

"I"m surprised that the elves cared that much about Earth."

"The explorers had traveled Earth for centuries; some had taken human lovers and sired half-breed children." He leaned against the banister to give her a soulful look. She found herself suddenly aware of his eyes, dark and full of sincere concern. "We have always seen humans as our reflection, good and bad. Man was how G.o.ds made the elves before the Skin Clan remade them."

Pony spoke with the same bitterness as Tooloo used while explaining the origin of the domana domana as the ruling caste. as the ruling caste.

"If elves hate the Skin Clan so much, why hasn"t spell-working been banned?"

"It was for a while. Blight struck our main grain crop, though, and a great famine followed, so one of our most holy ones, Tempered Steel, pet.i.tioned for reform. Evil lies in the heart of elves, not in magic. Evil lies in the heart of elves, not in magic."

This was one bit of elfin history she knew-learned from puppet shows during the Harvest Faire-only she had never understood the full context. Much was made that Tempered Steel was a sekasha sekasha monk, which made sense now, since a monk, which made sense now, since a domana domana"s motives for bringing back spell-working would have been questionable. The creation of keva beans was linked to Tempered Steel"s reform, saving the elves from starvation.

"Two of the explorers survived?" She steered the conversation back to the oni.

"Two escaped, reached the gate and returned to Elfhome. Once their tale was told, sekasha sekasha were sent to destroy the gate from Onihida to Earth, and then systematically all gates from Earth to Elfhome were destroyed." were sent to destroy the gate from Onihida to Earth, and then systematically all gates from Earth to Elfhome were destroyed."

"That seems rather drastic."

Pony clicked his tongue. "They say an elfin carpenter is more thorough than a human one, for he has forever to hammer down nails."

"Did they warn travelers first?"

"We had no way of contacting all the far-flung traders."

Thus her elfin ancestor and Tooloo were trapped on Earth. While long lived, without a source of magic, even elves age and die.

Pony half-turned, head c.o.c.ked. "Someone is coming."

There were footsteps on the porch, and the front door opened. Oilcan paused in the doorway, surprised to find Tinker and Pony in the foyer, focused on his arrival. He tried for nonchalant but Tinker could read the tension in him. "Hey."

"Hey." Tinker held out her hand to him. "I got back early too."

He lifted his arm to take her hand and allowed her to pull him warily into the room. "Is it good?"

He meant the news about the tests.

"It"s good." Tinker gave his hand a squeeze before letting go. "Everything"s cool."

The tension flooded out of him with a huge sigh, and he grinned hugely at her. "Ah, that"s great."

"Lain"s making lunch."

"And she"s finished," Lain called from the kitchen. "Come eat while it"s hot."

The EIA was located in the Pittsburgh Plate Gla.s.s corporate headquarters, the Rim having cut it off from all of PPG"s factories and most of its customers. The building was a fairy castle done as a modern gla.s.s skysc.r.a.per. Pony parked the Rolls in the open courtyard, ignoring all the "No Parking" signs. Tinker wasn"t sure if he couldn"t read English, or if such things didn"t apply to the viceroy"s car.

There seemed to be some protocol to walking together. Outside she hadn"t noticed it, but as she wandered about the crowded lobby, looking for an office directory and gathering odd looks, Pony tried matching her step in awkward starts and stops.

"Do you know where Maynard"s office is?" she snapped finally.

"This way, ze domi ze domi." Pony led her to the elevators, where she gathered a few more double takes before the elevator"s doors closed them off from curious stares.

What tipped people off that she was now an elf? Her ears weren"t really visible, and certainly her hair was in the same "pure" hairstyle as always. It had to be the eyes-the shape and vivid color. She made a mental note to get a pair of sungla.s.ses.

They hit the top floor, the doors opened and Pony pushed back an EIA employee by mere presence. It was still startling to see Pony go from invisible to in-your-face in a blink of an eye. After a.s.suring himself that the floor was clear of menace, he allowed Tinker off.

On second thought, it probably wasn"t anything about her tipping people off, it was the six-foot-something elfin guard.

The s.p.a.ce beyond the elevator was small, elegant, and tastefully decorated to elfin sensibilities. The only furniture was two chairs for waiting visitors, and a receptionist desk staffed with a woman pretty enough to be mistaken for a high-caste elfin female.

"I"d like to see Director Maynard, if I can."

The woman was definitely staring at Pony as she asked, "And you are?"

Tinker gave the receptionist her name-making the woman"s eyes go wide as if this were some startling news-and added, "Tell him it"s very important that I see him."

Maynard came out of his office, saying, "Where have you been-" He took in first Pony"s presence and then her new eyes. "Tinker?"

"Tinker ze domi ze domi," Pony corrected Maynard.

Maynard flashed a look back to Pony and then bowed to Tinker. "Tinker ze domi ze domi. It is good to see you"re safe."

Oh, this couldn"t be good if Maynard was doing it too.

A few moments later Tinker was in Maynard"s office and, with careful maneuvering, Pony was not.

"I need language lessons," Tinker complained, ranging his office nervously. The reason for the tiny foyer was Maynard"s office seemed to take up a large portion of the top floor. Must be a b.i.t.c.h to heat in the winter, although the AC seemed to work fine. The wall of windows looked out over the North Sh.o.r.e to the elfin forest beyond.

"I thought you spoke Elvish." Maynard anch.o.r.ed the conversation to his desk by sitting down behind it.

"Tooloo taught me like any elf would, cryptically. I would like a more direct routine, like a dictionary! I want to know for sure I understand what the h.e.l.l is going on, instead of walking around thinking I know but probably getting it all wrong."

"Such as?"

"What the h.e.l.l is this whole ze domi ze domi, ze domou, ze domou ani ze domou, ze domou ani? I thought it was like Mr. and Ms., only politer. And what exactly does husepavua husepavua mean?" mean?"

"Husepavua literally means "loaned voice"; figuratively it means an a.s.sistant. Lifted Sparrow By Wind is Windwolf"s literally means "loaned voice"; figuratively it means an a.s.sistant. Lifted Sparrow By Wind is Windwolf"s husepavua husepavua. Sedoma Sedoma is the word for "one who leads." is the word for "one who leads." Domou Domou is "lord." is "lord." Domi Domi is "lady." is "lady." Ze Ze denotes a level of formality. denotes a level of formality. Ani/Ana Ani/Ana indicates the tie between the speaker and the n.o.ble. When it"s indicates the tie between the speaker and the n.o.ble. When it"s Ana Ana it means the speaker doesn"t share a tie with that lord or lady. it means the speaker doesn"t share a tie with that lord or lady. Ani Ani means the speaker and the person he or she is addressing shares a tie with the n.o.ble. Basically "my lord" or "our lord." " means the speaker and the person he or she is addressing shares a tie with the n.o.ble. Basically "my lord" or "our lord." "

My Lady Tinker. That"s what Pony had been calling her. And the elves at the enclave. All the little presents. She"d nearly forgotten that. May I wish you merry, my lady May I wish you merry, my lady.

Her knees went, and luckily there was a chair close enough to collapse into. "Am I-am I-married to Windwolf?" to Windwolf?"

"It seems a very strong possibility." Maynard spoke with what seemed like exaggerated care. "What exactly has happened since you left the Faire with Windwolf?"

She was surprised for a moment that he knew her movements and then remembered that he was the head of the EIA. "We went north to his hunting lodge and...and"-she swept a hand down over herself to indicate the transformation-"he cast this spell on me and I woke up yesterday like this. Pony says that Windwolf was called back to Aum Renau, and that he ordered Pony to guard me, so Pony hasn"t left my side since yesterday. He slept on the floor of my bedroom last night. I think he slept."

Maynard winced slightly. "Yes, a very strong possibility that you"re married to Windwolf."

She sat there stunned for a few minutes. Maynard got up, opened a cabinet to expose a small bar, and poured out a drink for her. She eyed the clear liquid, dubious after the beer, but it was strong and sweet and burned its way down. After she drank it, she realized it was the same stuff that the elves at the enclaves had used to toast her during Nathan"s date-only it tasted much better now. "What was that?"

"Ouzo. Anisette liqueur. The elves love it."

She groaned as she realized that the elves had toasted her marriage in front of Nathan. Oh, thank goodness he hadn"t understood what was going on-a pity she hadn"t known either. "I just want to know when I supposedly agreed to all this. I didn"t ask him to do this." She meant making her an elf. "At least I don"t think I did. And I know know there wasn"t any wedding." there wasn"t any wedding."

"You probably accepted a gift from him?" Maynard made it a question, clueing her.

"Well, there was this weird brazier that he gave me. That"s when he marked me."

Maynard pinched the bridge of his nose as if to ward off a headache. "I"m guessing that the brazier was a betrothal gift. Windwolf offered marriage-and everything it entails-and you accepted. When he put the dau dau mark on you, you were, in essence, married." mark on you, you were, in essence, married."

"You"re kidding."

"In elfin culture, it is offering and acceptance that are important. Everything else, as we humans are wont to say, is icing on the cake."

"That"s it? No priest? No church? No vows? No blood test?" Well, strike that. Pony had said that Windwolf gave her a blood test.

"That your word of honor is binding is the keystone of elfin society."

"I don"t know if I want to be married to him! What if I want to get out of it? Do elves have divorce?"

"Frankly, I don"t know." He sighed. "I"m sorry, but the last thing I want to do is to disturb the marital bliss of the viceroy. That would be bad for relations between the two races."