ground with a soggy plop. "God, I hope no one sees you like this."
The sound of footsteps drifted out of the mist, coming closer.
I pushed the heel of my hand against my right eyebrow. Some days you just cant win.
I folded my arms and had them sternly crossed over my chest when a tall, shrouded form emerged from the mist below. Dark robes swirled, a deep hood concealed, and a gloved hand gripped a wooden staff.
The Gatekeeper turned his head toward me and became still for a moment. Then he reached his other gloved hand into his hood. He made a strangled, muffled sound.
"Hi," I said. King of wit, thats me.
The Gatekeeper sounded as though he had to swallow half a gallon of laughter as he responded, "Greetings, Wizard Dresden. Am I interrupting anything?"
My other boot fell off and plopped to the ground. I regarded my dangling, muddy sock-feet with pursed lips. "Nothing all that important."
"That is good," he said. He paced around a bit, peering up at me, and then said, "Theres a broken branch through your belt. Get your right foot on the branch below you, your left hand on the one above you, and loosen your belt. You should be able to climb down."
I did as he said and got my muddy self down from the tree and to earth. "Thank you," I said. I privately thought to myself that Id have been a hell of a lot more grateful about five minutes earlier. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you," he said.
"Youve been watching?"
He shook his head. "Call it listening. But I have had glimpses of you. And matters are worsening in Chicago."
"Stars and stones," I muttered and picked up my boots. "I dont have time to chat."
The Gatekeeper put a gloved hand on my arm. "But you do," he said. "My vision is limited, but I know that you have accomplished your mission for the Winter Queen. She will keep her end of the bargain, grant us safe passage through her realm. So far as the Council is concerned, that will be enough. You would be safe."
I hesitated.
"Wizard Dresden, you could end your involvement in the matter. You could choose to step clear of it, right now. It would end the trial."
My aching, weary, half-smothered, and dirty self liked that idea. End it. Go home. Get a hot shower. A bunch of hot food. Sleep.
It was impossible, anyway. I was only one tired, beat-up, strung-out guy, wizard or not. The faeries had way too many powers and tricks to deal with on a good day, let alone on this one. I knew what Aurora was up to now, but, hell, she was getting set to charge into the middle of a battlefield. A battlefield, furthermore, that I had no idea how to even find, much less survive. The Stone Table had been in some weird pocket of the Nevernever like nothing Id ever felt before. I had no idea how to reach it.
Impossible. Painful. Way too dangerous. I could call it a day, get some sleep, and hope I did better the next time I came up to the plate.
Meryls face came to mind, ugly and tired and resolute. I also saw the statue of Lily. And Elaine, trapped by her situation but fighting things in her own way despite the odds against her. I thought of taking the Unraveling from Mother Winter, able to think of nothing but using it for my own goals, for helping Susan. Now it would be used for something else entirely, and as much as I wanted to forget about it and go home, I would bear a measure of the responsibility for the consequences of its use if I did.
I shook my head and looked around until I spotted my bag, jewelry, staff, and rod on the ground several yards away from the muddy bog Aurora had created. I recovered all of them. "No," I said. "It isnt over."
"No?" the Gatekeeper said, surprise in the tone. "Why not?"
"Because Im an idiot." I sighed. "And there are people in trouble."
"Wizard, no one expects you to stop a war between the Sidhe Courts. The Council would assign no such responsibility to any one person."
"To hell with the Sidhe Courts," I said. "And to hell with the Council too. There are people I know in trouble. And Im the one who turned some of this loose. Ill clean it up."
"Youre sure?" the Gatekeeper said. "You wont step out of the Trial