She averted her eyes quickly, "Youve already told him youre going to kill him. He wont cooperate."
Aurora shook her head. "More sacrifices. I am sorry you pushed me to this, wizard."
Her hand moved. Some unseen force jerked my chin up, my eyes to hers. They flashed, a ripple of colors, and I felt the force of her mind, her will, glide past my defenses and into me. I lost my balance and staggered, leaning helplessly against the invisible solidity of the circle shed imprisoned me in. I tried to fight it, but it was like trying to push water up a hillnothing for me to strain against, nothing for me to focus upon. I was on her turf, trapped in a circle of her power. She flowed into me, down through my eyes, and all I could do was watch the pretty colors.
"Now," she said, and her voice was the gentlest, sweetest thing Id ever heard. "What did you learn of the Summer Knights death?"
"You were behind it," I heard myself saying, my voice slow and heavy. "You had him killed."
"How?"
"Lloyd Slate. He hates Maeve. You recruited him to help you. Elaine took him inside Reuels building, through the Nevernever. He fought Reuel. Thats why there was ooze on the stairs. The water on Reuels arms and legs was where Summer fire met Winter ice. Slate threw him down the stairs and broke his neck."
"And his mantle of power?"
"Redirected," I mumbled. "You gathered it in and placed it into another person."
"Who?"
"The changeling girl," I said. "Lily. You gave her the mantle and then you turned her to stone. That statue in your garden. It was right in front of me."
"Very good," Aurora said, and the gentle praise rippled through me. I fought to regain my senses, to escape the glittering green prison of her eyes. "What else?"
"You hired the ghoul. The Tigress. You sent her after me before Mab even spoke to me."
"I do not know this ghoul. You are incorrect, wizard. I do not hire killers. Continue."
"You set me up before I came to interview you."
"In what way?" Aurora pressed.
"Maeve must have ordered Slate to take Elaine out. He made it look like he tried and missed, but Elaine played it for more. You helped her fake the injury."
"Why did I do that?"
"To keep me upset, worried, so that when I spoke to you I wouldnt have the presence of mind to corner you with a question. Thats why you attacked me, too. Telling me what a monster Id become. To keep me off balance, keep me from asking the right questions."
"Yes," Aurora said. "And after that?"
"You decided to take me out. You sent Talos, Elaine, and Slate to kill me. And you created that construct in the garden center."
Slate stepped closer. "Spooky," he said. "He doesnt look all that smart."
"Yet he used only reason. Plus knowledge doubtless gained from the Queens and Mothers. He put it together for himself, rather than being told." At that, her gaze slanted past me, to Elaine. I tried to pull away and couldnt.
"Great," Slate said. "No one squealed. Can we kill the great Kreskin now?"
Aurora held up a hand to Slate, and asked me, "Do you know my next objective?"
"You knew that if you bound up the Summer Knights mantle, Mother Winter would provide an Unraveling to free it and restore the balance. You waited for her to give it to me. Now youre going to take it and the statue of Lily. Youre going to take her to the Stone Table during the battle. Youll use the Unraveling, free Lily from being stone, and kill her on the table after midnight. The Summer Knights power will go to Winter permanently. You want to destroy the balance of power in Faerie. I dont know why."
Auroras eyes flashed dangerously. She removed her gaze from mine, and it was like suddenly falling back up a flight of stairs. I staggered back, tearing my eyes from her and focusing on the ground.
" Why? It should be obvious to you why, wizard. You of all people." She spun in a glitter of silvery mail, pacing restlessly back and forth. "The cycle must be broken. Summer and Winter, constantly chasing each other, wounding what the other heals and healing what the other wounds. Our war, our senseless contest, waged for no reason other than that it has always been soand mortals trapped between us, crushed by the struggle, made pawns and toys." She took a shuddering, angry