The looks on the two dwarves' faces would have been comical, if only she could have stayed to appreciate them. But instinct set in, as if she were running wild in the forests of Berkshire, and Irrith bolted.

She didn't get very far. Three strides took her to the far end of the pillared vault, and then she ran full-force into something that felt remarkably like an invisible wall.

A voice came through the ensuing fog, but she couldn't have said whether it spoke German or English. By the time she had her senses back, she was surrounded: the two dwarves and the puck stood over her, where she had collapsed on the floor. All three wore identical expressions of suspicion.

The red dwarf demanded, "Vy vere you spying on us?"

Resisting the urge to mock his thick German accent-she was, after all, caught in their trap-Irrith said, "I wasn't spying."

"Vat do you call it ven you hide and vatch vat others are doing?"

Could he have chosen a question with more W Ws in it? Irrith stifled a laugh. Her face felt too bruised for laughing, anyway. "I call it curiosity."

The third faerie scowled. He, at least, was English: a lubberkin, though surprisingly warlike. "Curiosity. Right. You just happened to slip past the defenses because you were curious."

Did he expect those defenses would make her less less curious? They just made it obvious there was something to find. The red-bearded dwarf was much more menacing. He cracked his knuckles and said, "Ve vill dispose of her." curious? They just made it obvious there was something to find. The red-bearded dwarf was much more menacing. He cracked his knuckles and said, "Ve vill dispose of her."

"Now see here," Irrith said hastily, climbing to her feet and mustering as much dignity as she could manage, so soon after knocking herself silly. "I'm a lady knight of the Onyx Court."

"So?" the dwarf said, unimpressed.

The lubberkin drew the blond one aside and bent to mutter in his ear. Irrith, losing a staring match with the other dwarf, could still overhear the whisper. "She might be a Sanist. Watch her; I'll go inform the Queen."

A Sanist? Irrith didn't ask. The puck searched her for weapons and found none, then said, "I'll be back soon to deal with you. Don't try anything foolish." Then he walked out through the same pillars that had stopped Irrith before, leaving her with two German dwarves and a suspicion that maybe she should have asked Ktistes after all. Irrith didn't ask. The puck searched her for weapons and found none, then said, "I'll be back soon to deal with you. Don't try anything foolish." Then he walked out through the same pillars that had stopped Irrith before, leaving her with two German dwarves and a suspicion that maybe she should have asked Ktistes after all.

"Interesting," Lune said, one slender fingertip tapping against her cheek.

She said nothing more, but Galen relaxed. Family affairs had kept him from coming below for several days after his encounter with Dr. Andrews, and in the interval he'd had more than enough time to question his notion of working directly with the man. If Lune agreed, though...

"The decision is in your hands," she said. "If you believe it would be useful to bring this man into the Onyx Court, that is within your prerogative as Prince."

Which he knew, full well. Lune had explained it when she chose him for the position. He had authority over all matters involving the interaction between mortals and fae, including the decision to bring them below. This was the first time, however, that Galen had attempted to exercise that prerogative.

The prospect made him nervous in the extreme. There were ways to repair the mistake if someone chose poorly-but far better, of course, not to err in the first place. The watchful gaze of Lune's Lord Keeper, Valentin Aspell, made him dreadfully aware of that. "I won't do it yet," Galen said, and made himself stop twisting his fingers. "I don't know the man well enough-and it's worth exploring his knowledge further, to be sure it's worth the effort. But I'll inform you before I reveal anything to him."

One of Lune's gentleman ushers entered the privy chamber, then, and bowed deeply. "Madam, the lubberkin Cuddy is here, but will not tell me his business. He insists it is worthy of your attention."

The usher had doubt writ large on his feathered face, but Lune and Galen both straightened. Cuddy was out already? A quick count in his head told Galen that the timing was right; it had been eleven days, though just barely. And anything he had to tell them so soon after his emergence was certainly worthy of the Queen's time.

Lune gestured Aspell out. "We will hear Cuddy alone, Lord Valentin. Make certain we aren't disturbed for anything less than the Dragon itself."

The serpentine lord bowed himself out. A moment later, Cuddy entered, and the usher closed the door behind him. "Majesty," the lubberkin said, going to one knee, "there was a spy, outside the dwarves' workshop, who observed me coming out. I fear the Sanists have found the room at last."

Galen's gut tightened. "Who is the spy?"

The lubberkin shook his head. "I don't know her name. I could describe her-"

"No need," Lune said. "We will go see her ourselves. Is she secure?"

Cuddy leapt to open the door for her, but took care to answer before he turned the handle. "The brothers are watching her, in the pillar trap. I don't know how she made it past the others; I came immediately to you, madam."

Then they were out into the more public s.p.a.ce of the presence chamber, where some of the more favored courtiers congregated in idleness. All surged to their feet as the usher announced, "The Queen, and the Prince of the Stone!" A wave of bows and curtsies eddied around them as they pa.s.sed, and curious whispers rose in their wake.

They went by a secret path, one of many that honeycombed the Onyx Hall, until they reached the entrance to the main pa.s.sage. Cuddy moved the rowan-wood barrier aside, and Lune laid a palm upon the stone of the floor. The defenses, recognizing her touch, let them pa.s.s unhindered.

Two stocky figures waited at the edge of the pillar-trap, and one slender one that leapt to her feet as they approached. Galen recognized her instantly, and was surprised at himself; there were many fae in the Onyx Hall, and he'd seen her only twice. But Irrith had made a vivid impression-though that impression consisted mostly of mud.

"Your Grace!" she exclaimed, and dropped back down.

Galen winced. Her knees must have struck the floor hard, though she didn't make a sound. Lune said, in a tone both startled and wary, "Irrith? Sun and Moon-what are you doing here?"

"Proving that Ktistes is a bad liar," the sprite said. Then, belatedly noticing her own impudence, she added, "Madam."

"The centaur?" Galen shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean, he's a liar?"

She hesitated, one hand going to the stone as if to push herself upright, before remembering no one had given her permission to rise. "He told me this was a bad patch. Because of the wall. But it isn't near the wall at all, is it? I think we're somewhere around Fish Street. My lord."

Her accuracy startled Galen. Few fae attempted to trace the connections to London above, beyond the entrances. Only he and Lune, bound into the sovereignty of the Onyx Hall, understood them instinctively.

"The way was barred with rowan wood," Lune said. Since that first exclamation, the emotions had drained out of her voice, leaving it cool and unreadable. "Even if you believed the reason to be false, you knew you were forbidden to pa.s.s. And if that had not made it clear, the other defenses must have. Yet you continued on. Why?"

Galen wondered at her coolness. Cuddy had accused Irrith of being a Sanist, but he doubted it; the sprite had been gone from the Onyx Hall since before that problem began. There was no reason to think she'd been swayed by them in the few short months since her return. He doubted Irrith even read a newspaper.

Those shifting green eyes held an echo of old hurt. "Madam... n.o.body sent me. I really was just curious. And I suppose it was foolish of me, but I-I've learned my lesson. I know better than to tell anyone anything I've seen."

The weary bitterness of it took him aback. It didn't fit with the Irrith he'd seen before. She and the Queen were clearly having a conversation of their own, separate from the four who watched them; and glancing around, he saw that Cuddy and the dwarves understood no more than he did.

A division that only sharpened when Lune waved one hand in dismissal. "That doesn't matter anymore, Irrith. It's been moved. This, however, is a different matter."

Whatever "it" was, the revelation of its movement was enough to make Irrith's eyes nearly start from her head. Then the rest of the Queen's reply sank in, and the sprite twisted enough to glance over her shoulder, at the dwarves' workshop behind her. The sundial door hung slightly ajar, but gave her no glimpse within. "I've hardly seen anything-but of course that doesn't matter, does it, your Grace? I know there's something something here. Though..." She curled her fingers halfway in, as if stopping short of fists, then said, "I won't be the last to come down here. Those defenses didn't stop me, and you rule over a court of very curious fae, madam." here. Though..." She curled her fingers halfway in, as if stopping short of fists, then said, "I won't be the last to come down here. Those defenses didn't stop me, and you rule over a court of very curious fae, madam."

She was right. It had worked so far-and, with any luck, would only need to work a little while longer-but the defenses were not remotely enough. Galen could hardly tell her why there weren't more: the ma.s.sive enchantment just a short distance away, behind the sundial door, made it unwise in the extreme to place many other charms nearby. If they tried, Ktistes feared this might become a broken part of the Onyx Hall in truth.

Very quietly, Irrith said, "I could give you my word."

Galen happened to be looking directly at Lune when she said it; he therefore caught the minute narrowing of the Queen's eyes, the tightening of her sculpted lips. Fae could not break their sworn words, which made Irrith's offer the perfect solution. If she swore, she would be incapable incapable of telling what she'd seen. Why did that prospect disturb Lune? of telling what she'd seen. Why did that prospect disturb Lune?

He didn't know, any more than he knew what Irrith had almost told in the past. The one thing he did did know was that this entire affair risked being magnified far beyond its merits. Finding Irrith here had clearly disturbed Lune, enough that her response might be too harsh. know was that this entire affair risked being magnified far beyond its merits. Finding Irrith here had clearly disturbed Lune, enough that her response might be too harsh.

Saying that, however, was more than a little difficult. "Madam," Galen began diffidently, then choked on the rest.

Lune's lips pressed together again, before she turned her attention to him. "Yes?"

Now he had to say something something. Holding his hands out in placation, Galen went on, "I know that Dame Irrith, as a faerie, falls under your authority instead of mine. But if I may... offer a suggestion..."

The Queen gestured him onward, with a hint of impatience.

He felt like a very sharp stone had lodged in his throat. Around that obstruction, Galen said, "It may be that in this instance, there is more to be gained by revelation than by secrecy. Not just as concerns Dame Irrith, but the court as a whole."

Cuddy failed to repress a snort, and Lune's eyebrows rose into two doubtful arches. "What gain do you see?"

Galen spent little time among the fae outside of the Queen's company, but Edward Thorne heard things, and pa.s.sed them on to his master. "There's a great deal of fear in your realm that time is running out. We have a year-perhaps less, if an astronomer makes an early discovery. If your subjects were to know there's more time-"

He stopped because he could see Lune working through the complications and counterarguments. "It hasn't harmed the Hall," she murmured, almost inaudibly. "Though some, of course, will try to say that it has. But if we leave unspecified the details of its operation-to silence, or at least confuse, those who would demand to know why we haven't disposed of the cometary threat already-"

"They're asking that anyway," Galen reminded her. Then he wished he'd found a more tactful phrasing. "But this, at least, is a concrete step, something they can point to when they ask themselves whether-"

The rest of that sentence was swallowed, courtesy of more belated tact, but Lune finished it for him. "Whether we've accomplished anything at all."

Everyone else had stayed well out of this exchange. Irrith looked to be holding her breath. Galen said, "If the question of secrecy is removed, then Dame Irrith has nothing to betray, whether by accident or design."

Lune smiled. The sun might have risen in that small portico, by the warmth it gave him. And Irrith, too, was beaming at him with undisguised grat.i.tude. This place keeps too many secrets, This place keeps too many secrets, Galen thought, heaving an inward sigh of relief. Galen thought, heaving an inward sigh of relief. I am glad to unveil at least one of them. I am glad to unveil at least one of them.

"I will draft an announcement," Lune said. "In the meantime, Irrith, you might as well see what you came for. Galen, if you would be so kind as to show her the Calendar Room? I shall be in my chambers." With a swirl of rich skirts, she was gone.

Irrith wasn't entirely certain how pleased she was to see the pale figure of the Queen depart, leaving her with two crazy dwarves, one unfriendly-looking puck, and a very youthful Prince. But Galen stepped forward, all courtesy, to lift her to her feet, and though she didn't physically need the aid, she accepted it gladly.

"This way," the Prince said, and left the pillars for the broader s.p.a.ce of the workshop beyond.

Remembering her previous experience, Irrith prodded the gap between the pillars with one finger. It encountered a familiar wall. "Er-Lord Galen-"

He turned, saw her still there, and flushed enchantingly. "Ah. Yes." Galen came back and extended one hand, courteous as a dance. Irrith took it, and he led her into the chamber.

Peculiar equipment and half-finished projects crowded the s.p.a.ce. Not just clocks and watches, either: she spotted the cousin of one of the objects Tom Toggin had brought to the Vale, that Galen had called an armillary sphere. This one, however, had far too many rings, set at c.o.c.keyed angles to one another, as if someone had tried to wrench the heavenly circuits they represented into a more useful configuration.

Perhaps they had. Like everything else that occupied the Queen's attention nowadays, Irrith guessed this had to do with the return of the comet.

"What's that that?" she asked, pointing past the armillary sphere to something even more peculiar.

"An orrery." The answer came from the blond-bearded dwarf, who appeared to have discarded all animosity once the Queen was done with Irrith. His red-bearded friend, unfortunately, seemed less easily won over.

Irrith peered at the object. It had gears like a clock, and thin arms that held b.a.l.l.s of various sizes. "And an orrery is..."

"A model of the heavens. It is more useful than an an armillary sphere." He came over to demonstrate, cranking the arms around so they circled the gold ball in the center. Irrith guessed that represented the sun, but that was where her comprehension ended.

The dwarf smiled when she looked at him, though it was hard to find behind the beard. "I am Wilhas von das Ticken. This is my brother Niklas." Beard or no beard, it was easy to tell when the other dwarf scowled.

Well, if he didn't like her, she might as well go directly to the question she really really wanted answered. Pointing at the door with the sundial on it, Irrith said, "So what's wanted answered. Pointing at the door with the sundial on it, Irrith said, "So what's that that?"

Galen cleared his throat and said, "Er, yes. Dame Irrith-I don't know what news reaches you out in the Vale, but perhaps you recall the measures taken a few years ago, to correct the calendar?" Irrith nodded. Berkshire mortals were still still confused by it, checking their almanacs to see which fairs and festivals were being held on the same date as before, and which ones on the same day, regardless of the calendar. "Parliament took great pains to make sure everyone understood that this was merely a change of style, to correct for the inaccuracies that had acc.u.mulated through the centuries, and that although September second, 1752, would be followed by September fourteenth, they would confused by it, checking their almanacs to see which fairs and festivals were being held on the same date as before, and which ones on the same day, regardless of the calendar. "Parliament took great pains to make sure everyone understood that this was merely a change of style, to correct for the inaccuracies that had acc.u.mulated through the centuries, and that although September second, 1752, would be followed by September fourteenth, they would not not lose any genuine time." lose any genuine time."

Wilhas snickered quietly into his beard.

Grinning a little himself, Galen said, "That... wasn't entirely true."

Irrith's eyes went to the heavy door, with the sundial nailed to its surface. "So that..."

"Is the Calendar Room," the Prince said. "It contains within it the eleven days skipped over when the adjustment occurred. All All of the eleven days: those lost by every man, woman, and child in the whole of Great Britain." of the eleven days: those lost by every man, woman, and child in the whole of Great Britain."

The sprite hadn't the faintest clue how many mortals dwelt in the kingdom, but even her most inadequate guess was staggering. "How much time is in in there?" there?"

"The von das Tickens could tell you," Galen said. "I don't bother to keep count. More than the Onyx Court is ever likely to use, even given the way the room operates. Once the door is closed, it won't open again until eleven days later-from the perspective of one standing outside. Within the chamber, however, it's a different matter. If you spend one day inside, you will come out eleven days later. If you spend fourteen years inside, you will still still come out eleven days later." come out eleven days later."

When Irrith stared at him, he shrugged, with an embarra.s.sed grin. "No, I can't tell you how it works. This was made before I came to the Onyx Hall. You can ask Wilhas if you like, but I fear the explanation would make your head spin."

The dwarf answered with his own cheerful shrug. "Ve could go inside and shut the door. I am sure that vith enough time, I could make her understand."

By the time Irrith realized she was moving, she'd already drifted several paces toward the door. "May-may I see?"

Galen bowed and swung the door open. One half-eager, half-reluctant step at a time, Irrith rounded the obstacle of his body and looked into the room.

And saw the clock.

Movement and stillness: somehow both at once. Irrith knew without question that the pendulum was swinging in a broad arc across the floor, though its motion was so slow as to be imperceptible. She stared at it, unblinking, incapable incapable of blinking, because the stone describing that arc was too large to look away from, inescapable, oppressive in its weight, as if she faced a rough-hewn chunk of Time itself- of blinking, because the stone describing that arc was too large to look away from, inescapable, oppressive in its weight, as if she faced a rough-hewn chunk of Time itself- Then something else filled her vision, because Galen had taken her by the shoulders and wrenched her around, putting the clock behind her. His face was so young young-his whole life less than an eyeblink in the great duration of the universe, less than the thought thought of an eyeblink. Mortal. Ephemeral. That was how of an eyeblink. Mortal. Ephemeral. That was how Irrith Irrith felt, and if she was ephemeral, then what did that make him? felt, and if she was ephemeral, then what did that make him?

The Prince was talking. Words. She focused on them. "-strikes most people like that, at first," he was saying. "You become accustomed, eventually. As much as anyone can. I cannot say I I have. Not entirely." have. Not entirely."

Words. Tongue, and lips, and air. "That weight-"

"Twenty-five tons, or so they tell me. But it isn't the physical burden you feel. The clock ticks once a day, and when it does... it's like hearing the heartbeat of the Earth itself."

She'd heard it, when they opened the door and the puck came out. Irrith might be a faerie, and immortal, but the Earth was far older than she. No wonder that sight, that sound, made her feel like a mayfly.

"Now you understand one of the limitations of the room," Galen said ruefully. "Even faeries don't find it comfortable. Mortals..." His eyes darkened with something deeper than fear. "But it gives us more time, and so we use it."

His hands were still on her shoulders. Irrith suspected Galen was, in the ordinary way of things, a gentleman much concerned with propriety, but he seemed to have forgotten such things in the urgency of distracting her from the clock. The two points of warmth, seeping through her coat and shirt, were comforting against the chill that had sunk into her bones.

It would be easy to stay turned away, to go out through the pillars and never look back. But that would mean letting her fear win. And if this boy of a Prince could face the clock, then so could she.

Irrith disengaged gently, squared her shoulders, and turned back to the doorway.

This time she was prepared; this time, it wasn't so bad. She was able to drag her attention away from the terrible inexorability of that pendulum and up to the clock face above it. Flawless gold gleamed in a disc the height of a giant, its face marked with twenty-four hours. Behind it lay an incomprehensible ma.s.s of gears, ruled over by a device like an inverted V, V, and a sharp-toothed wheel. and a sharp-toothed wheel. Actually Actually toothed, so it seemed to Irrith-or were those claws? The mechanism was much too high up for her to be sure. toothed, so it seemed to Irrith-or were those claws? The mechanism was much too high up for her to be sure.

And then there was the pulley, a ma.s.sive cylinder wrapped with a cable unlike any she'd ever seen. From it hung an absurdly little ball. "As it falls, it helps drive the clock," he said over her shoulder. "Once a year, they pull it up to the top again."

Against her will, she turned back to the pendulum. It hung, not from a cable, but from a softly glowing pillar of light, that vanished into the darkness above. "And where does that go?"

"To the moon." Galen spread his hands when she eyed him suspiciously. "If it's a lie, Dame Irrith, then they've lied to me, too. It has to do with the mechanics of the clock. They had to hang the pendulum from something very far distant, and so they drew down a beam from the moon."

Irrith shivered and turned elsewhere. The rest of the room was ordinary by comparison: tables, shelves, every flat surface crammed with books and paper and bottles of ink and flocks of quill pens. She tried to imagine staying here for days, let alone years, and shuddered again.

Unnerving-but also fascinating. Faerie magic was a familiar thing. This, with its gears and pulleys and calculations, was unlike anything she'd seen before. A collision of two worlds, with results she could only imagine.

And I thought it strange when fae began carrying guns.

Galen bowed her out of the room as she exited. "So now you've seen it. I expect the Queen will put a guard on this room, to prevent any interference by others... but if you'd like to a.s.sist with our efforts against the Dragon, I am certain I can arrange for you to be permitted back here."

Irrith wasn't sure she wanted to set foot across that threshold again. She wasn't even sure she didn't want to run back to the Vale, where there was earth instead of the Earth, and the fae lived as they had for ages. The Prince meant so kindly, though, that she said, "Thank you, Lord Galen. I-I'll think about it."