“WE ALL LOOKED AROUND THE room, but there was nothing to account for the sound. It came again. It was as if the finest crystal goblet were being struck with metal, so that it made that high, ringing, bell-like tone only the best crystal makes. Rhys was unsheathing his short sword. “I left Crystall in charge outside with the police.” He held the naked blade up before his face. “You rang?” Crystall’s face appeared dim and pale in the blade. “Rhys, I am unsure how to proceed.” “What’s wrong?” Rhys ...asked. “I think that we need someone here who is more conversant with modern police and modern politics.” Rhys shook his head. “I didn’t ask what you needed. I asked what’s wrong.” “As far as I can ascertain, the humans are arguing about who is in charge.” “In charge of what?” “Everything,” Crystall said. “They seem to have no clear hierarchy. It is like a game of too many princes.” Rhys sighed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, Crystall.” “I am sorry, Rhys, but none of us here spend much time outside the land of faerie.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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