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forming the spires, and set it on Roiben’s head.
    Roiben rose.
    “By the blood of our Queen which I spilled,” he said. “By this circlet of ash placed upon my brow I bind myself to the Night Court on this, Midwinter’s Eve, the longest night of the year.”
    Ellebere and Dulcamara knelt on either side of him. The court knelt with them. Kaye crouched awkwardly.
    “I present to you,” called the herald, “our undoubted Lord, Roiben, King of the Unseelie Court. Will you humble yourselves and call him sovereign?”
    A great joyful shrieking and screaming. The hair stood up along Kaye’s arms.
    “You are my people,” Roiben said, his hands extended. “And as I am bound, you are lashed to my bidding. I am naught if not your King.”
    With those words, he sank into the chair of birch, his face blank. Folk began to stand again, moving to make their obeisance to the throne.
    A spriggan chased a tiny winged faery under the table, making it tremble. The ice bowl sloshed and the tower of cubes collapsed, tumbling into disarray.
    “Kaye,” Lutie squeaked. “You’re not looking.”
    Kaye turned to the dais. A scribe sat cross-legged next to Roiben, recording each supplicant. Leaning forward from his throne, the Lord addressed a wild-haired woman dressed in scarlet. As she moved to kneel, Kaye glimpsed a cat’s tail twitching from a slit in her dress.
    “What am I not looking at?” Kaye asked.
    “Have you never seen a declaration, pixie?” sneered a woman with a necklace of silver scarabs. “You are the Ironside girl, aren’t you?”
    Kaye nodded. “I guess so.” She wondered if she stank of it, if iron leaked from her pores from long exposure.
    A lissome girl in a dress of petals came up behind the woman, resting slim fingers on her arm and making a face at Kaye. “He’s not yours, you know.”
    Kaye’s head felt as though it were filled with cotton. “What?”
    “A declaration,” the woman said. “You haven’t declared yourself.” It seemed to Kaye that the beetles paced a circle around the woman’s throat. Kaye shook her head.
    “She doesn’t know.” The girl snickered, snatching an apple off the table and biting into it.
    “To be his consort,” the woman spoke slowly, as though to an idiot. An iridescent green beetle dropped from her mouth. “One makes a declaration of love and asks for a quest to prove one’s worth.”
    Kaye shuddered, watching the shimmering beetle scuttle up the woman’s dress to take its place at her neck. “A quest?”
    “But if the declarer is not favored, the monarch will hand down an impossible expedition.”
    “Or a deadly one,” the grinning petal girl supplied.
    “Not that we think he would send you on a quest like that.”
    “Not that we think he meant to hide anything from you.”
    “Leave me alone,” Kaye said thickly, her heart twisting. Lurching forward through the crowd, she knew that she’d gotten far drunker than she had intended. Lutie squeaked as Kaye shoved her way past winged ladies and fiddle-playing men, nearly tripping on a long tail that swept the floor.
    “Kaye!” Lutie wailed. “Where are we going?”
    A woman bit pearl-gray grubs off a stick, smacking her lips in delight as Kaye passed. A faery with white hair cropped close enough to her head that it stuck up like the clock of a dandelion looked oddly familiar, but Kaye couldn’t place her. Nearby, a blue-skinned man cracked chestnuts with his massive fists as small faeries darted to snatch up what he dropped. The colors seemed to blur together.
    Kaye felt the impact of the dirt floor before she even realized that she had fallen. For a moment she just lay there, gazing across at the hems of dresses, cloven feet, and pointed-toed shoes. The shapes danced and merged.
    Lutie landed close enough to Kaye’s face that she could barely focus on the tiny form.
    “Stay awake,” Lutie said. Her wings were vibrating with anxiety. She tugged on one of Kaye’s fingers. “They’ll get me if