Sixty-One Nails Part 44

"What's the void?"

"It is the s.p.a.ce between things; the emptiness dividing one from another. It is everywhere, between everything. Without it there would be no you or me or anything else. It would all merge into a single ma.s.s. The void is the element for the wraithkin. "

"Is that bad?"

"There is no good or bad in it, it just is. As I told you, I am a creature of fire and air and, as such, I can't be harmed with it. I could put my hand in a flame and it would be hot and it might hurt, but it wouldn't burn me."

"So what does it mean to be of the void?"

"I've no idea, I've never been in a position to ask anyone before."

I thought about that for a moment. How would she know? The wraithkin had taken themselves apart from the rest of the Feyre a long time ago and even in the best of times I got the impression that they were secretive. "It didn't look like nothingness. "

"Pardon? "

"The void. It didn't look like nothing."

"I didn't say it was nothing, I said it was between things. When we were in the conference room, back at the Courts of Justice, what made you choose the mirror?"

"Well, it was there on the wall, and you told me the wraithkin that came that night... you know?" A shadow crossed her eyes, but I pressed on. "Well, you said he spoke into the mirror, so I wondered if I could too. "

"And you did. "

"It worked quite well, didn't it?"

"That's why I have to be careful what I say to you. Before you called to the mirror I had no idea you could do that without touching it. Remember, the wraithkin on that night put his hand on the mirror? "

"Yes, but it felt like the same thing."

"And it was, but would you have tried if I had told you that you couldn't do it that way? "

"Probably not," I admitted.

"So by letting you follow your instinct, rather than filling you full of my preconceptions, you discovered something for yourself. Honestly, Rabbit, at the moment I am your worst enemy. "

"No, Blackbird. You're my best friend."

I had expected a smile for that, but instead her expression changed to something more guarded and neutral.

"You place too much trust in me. "

"Do I?"

"You know you do. You admitted as much when we were in the crypt." She avoided eye contact, wading slowly through the leaves around her ankles. "You've helped me enormously. You must know how grateful I am?"

There was a long pause. She was focused on the distant farms visible through the trees.

"I did not think you would survive last night."

"I know. You explained that at the underground station."

"It doesn't make a very good friend, though, does it?"

It was my turn to pause.

"You are meant to be here," I told her.

"Pardon?"

"I was tempted before to tell you before that you were in the vision, so you would come with me, but the truth is I didn't see you. "

"You can't lie to me like that, Rabbit."

"I know, and I didn't try, but I was tempted."

"So what makes you say I am meant to be here?"

"Because I knew the crypt from my vision as soon as I saw it, but if you hadn't been there I would never have known it existed. Why would I? I didn't know about the Way or where to find it, but you did. Therefore you had to be there with me." I gave her a hesitant smile. "Someone else could have told you."

"Who? No one else will speak to me after what happened with Fenlock, you said that much yourself. No, you may not have appeared in the vision, but you're meant to be here, I'm certain of that."

She turned away again, staring across the fields as the breeze rustled in the branches overhead.

I changed the subject. "How come we're not in a crypt or something?"

She paused, then waded back though the leaves towards me. "The Ways were here long before the churches were built. There used to be temples and shrines on some of the node points and when Christianity arrived, the sites became churches. What better way to ensure a set of followers than to incorporate the old religions into the new?"

"So was there something here, on this hill?"

"Who knows? Sometimes the nodes are just places, like any other. Sometimes they are the sites for grand structures. You never know."

"What happens if you crash into someone's funeral in a church or something?"

"I generally take the precaution of using glamour to divert attention away but you can't do that entirely. Sometimes you just have to keep going until you find somewhere empty. There a knack to it, like treading stepping stones, you just hop from one to another." She mimicked a hopping, jumping step across the clearing.

"If you appear and disappear in a moment, people don't believe what they've seen. They rationalise it as a reflection or a trick of the light. At worst, a place gets the reputation for being haunted. Are you ready to go again?"

I nodded my a.s.sent and she stepped over to where the line was. She glanced back at me and then the leaves whirled up around her and she was gone. One moment I was sure she was there, the next moment there were just a vortex of falling leaves in an echo of the vision I had received from Kareesh. Well, at least I knew I was still on the right path, even if it was a strange one. I stepped onto the line, feeling the echoes of her pa.s.sage and felt the breeze spring up. There was a whirl of leaves and the glade was far away.

I followed, emerging into another darkened cellar, filled with dusty woodwork. Blackbird had her torch out and was opening the map. She folded and unfolded it until she had the place she wanted. "Once more, I think," she whispered.

She folded the map and tucked it into her bag and switched off the torch.

"Are you OK?"

"I'm fine."