“Did you know that once upon a time the king could hear any conversation that mentioned his name?” Rhys said.
Benz gave him a skeptical but pleasant look. “I was told that hadn’t been true in a very long time, Mr. Rhys.”
“No, but then he hadn’t been able to use his hand of light through a mirror being used as a magical Skype interview in centuries either.”
“We also believe he’s reacquired the ability to use the mirrors as a door that he can step through, or pull someone else through,” I said.
Again, that eyebrow rose. “Really?”
“Yes,” I said, “really.”
“No one saw him step through a mirror or pull someone else into one during the unfortunate events in your lawyers’ chambers,” Benz said.
“But we did see herbs touch the surface of the mirror, and they floated as if on water tension,” I said.
“When a mirror runs like water, or even semiliquid, it usually means that the person on the other side can step through,” Rhys said.
“Does it really?” This time Benz looked more interested than skeptical.
We both nodded. Galen was sort of ignoring us all as he continued to sort the things we were taking from those we were donating. Oddly, Galen was probably best suited to have charmed the ambassador; it was actual ability for him, a type of glamour magic, which was why we’d decided he would leave the talking to us. We didn’t want to be accused of trying to magically influence the new ambassador after what had happened to the last one.
Benz said, “I am learning so much about faerie and its magic. Thank you for being my teachers.”
“We are some of your teachers, but not all,” I said.
He gave a little self-deprecating head gesture, almost an aw-shucks head bob, like a bashful movement. I wondered if it was the last remnant of an old gesture. Had our so-secure Benz been shy once?
“That is true; I am to be ambassador to all the courts of faerie, not just your lovely part of it, Princess Meredith.”
“Have you spoken to all the courts of faerie, then?” I asked.
He nodded, flashing that brilliant smile that would probably look amazing on camera.
“How did you like King Kurag?” I asked.
He looked puzzled, the smile slipping. “King Kurag, you mean the goblin king?”
“Yes, Kurag, the goblin king.”
“I haven’t actually spoken to him.”
“What about Queen Niceven of the demi-fey?”
“Um, no, I have spoken with King … the king of the Seelie Court, and your aunt, the Queen of Air and Darkness.”
Leaving off Taranis’s name because we’d just said something about it was good, but leaving off both their names, just in case, meant he’d made the logical leap. If one sidhe ruler of faerie could hear when his name was spoken, then maybe the other one could, too. I liked him better for being a quick study. Quick and smart was good.
“You have spoken with King Sholto, because we were here for that talk,” I said.
He looked uncertain, but only for a second, and then his face was back to smiling and pleasant. “I spoke to him as your royal consort and father of your children, but not specifically as king in his own right.”
“Then you plan to be ambassador to the Unseelie and Seelie courts of the sidhe, and not really ambassador to all the courts of faerie,” I said.
He fought that puzzled look away and said, “My duties, as described by Washington, are to the sidhe, both Unseelie and Seelie.”
“So the other courts are to be ignored?”
“They are smaller courts within the two larger ones, or that’s what I was told; was I misinformed?”