Iron's Prophecy (The Iron Fey #4.5)(14)
I started. “The oracle?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “She said I needed to hightail it back to the Nevernever, because you and ice-boy were gonna need my help soon. Didn’t give me much else to go on, only that the three of us had to be together to get past some big nasty coming up in our future. Naturally, I thought the two of you had gotten into some kind of trouble, so here I am. Uh, minus a few hitchhikers I picked up in Belize.” Puck crossed his arms, giving me an appraising look. “So, what’s the big emergency, princess? You and ice-boy look fine to me, and the Nevernever isn’t crumbling around us. What’s going on?”
“I’m pregnant, Puck,” I said quietly, and watched his eyebrows shoot into his hair. Briefly, I explained what had happened at Elysium, the oracle’s mysterious appearance and invitation, and Grimalkin’s instruction to meet him at the Wishing Tree. By the time I was done, Puck was still staring at me openmouthed, struck mute for maybe the second time in his life, and I would’ve laughed if the situation wasn’t so serious.
“Oh,” he finally managed. “That’s, uh…wow. That’s not something you hear every day. Not exactly what I was expecting, though the entire prophecy thing does get old after a while.” He shook himself, seeming to regain his composure, and glanced at Ash. “So, it’s the ever so popular Firstborn Child of Doom prophecy, huh, ice-boy? How very cliché. Why can’t it ever be the third nephew twice removed who’s fated to destroy the world?”
I felt a twinge of exasperation that Puck was being so flippant about a very serious matter, again…but that was Puck. His way of coping with the situation. I guess you couldn’t blame him. I had just dropped a rather large bombshell in his lap; it wasn’t every day that your best friend told you she was pregnant with the future Destroyer of the World.
Oh, great, now I’m making jokes.
Ash gave Puck a weary look. “We don’t know anything yet,” he said, glancing at me as if he knew what I was thinking. “We have to find the oracle and see what she can tell us, what she’s offering. Until then, it’s useless to worry about something that hasn’t happened yet.”
I marveled that he could be so calm. Did he know something I didn’t, something he had glimpsed in that future version of us? But that couldn’t be right; surely he would tell me if he’d seen something like that: our child growing up to destroy the courts. That was kind of a big thing not to mention.
Or was that all a part of the “future what-ifs” he didn’t want to talk about?
“Well,” Puck said cheerfully, forcing a rather pained smile, “it’s just like old times, isn’t it? You, me, ice-boy, the future of the Nevernever hanging in the balance…we just have to wait for Furball to show up and then it’ll be perfect.”
“He is already here, Goodfellow,” came a familiar voice behind us, sounding bored and offended all at once. “Where he has been for much of the conversation, waiting for you to see past the end of your nose.”
“Yep.” Puck sighed as we all turned to face Grimalkin. “Just like old times.”
CHAPTER FIVE
“So…why are we going to the Wishing Tree again?” Puck asked as we followed Grimalkin through a section of the wyldwood that was even darker and more tangled than most. Trees crowded together and vines and branches interlocked like clutching fingers to block the path. It would’ve been difficult to navigate, except the tangled vegetation shifted and uncoiled to let us through as I approached. The Nevernever recognized a queen of Faery; Ash had explained when this first happened. The rulers of the courts were all, in some way, tied to the land, and the Nevernever responded to their very presence, even out here in the wyldwood.
“Oy, Furball,” Puck called when Grimalkin ignored him. “I know you can hear me. Why are we going to the freaking Wishing Tree, of all places? Is creepy oracle lady going to meet us there?”
“She is not.”
“She is not,” Puck repeated, wrinkling his nose. “Of course she’s not. That would make too much sense, right?” Grimalkin didn’t answer, and Puck rolled his eyes. “So, where is she meeting us, cat?”
“The Dreaming Pool.”
“Okay, if anyone else is as confused as me, raise your hand,” Puck said, putting his arm in the air. “Do I have to ask the obvious question, then? If she’s meeting us at the Dreaming Pool, why the heck are we going to the Wishing Tree?”
Grimalkin looked over his shoulder, twitching his tail disdainfully. “I would have thought the answer obvious, Goodfellow,” he said in a very slow, annoyed voice. “If you recall, the Dreaming Pool lies somewhere in the Briars. Very deep in the Briars, and never in the same place twice. To reach it normally, one very nearly has to stumble upon it by accident. And I do not wish to go floundering about the thorns with the lot of you for who knows how long. The Wishing Tree will get us there much faster.”
“How? Don’t tell me you’re gonna wish us there.” Puck looked faintly alarmed for a second, and glanced at Ash. “That didn’t work out so well for us last time, huh, ice-boy?”
I blinked at them in shock, but Ash snorted. “You were the one who made the wish, Goodfellow. I seem to recall telling you not to do it. Of all people, you should’ve known better.”