Swallowing Darkness - Laurell K. Hamilton [107]
I smiled at him, and gave him a chaste kiss that wouldn’t make our escort complain.
“For bravery?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Our captain has it right, Merry. You make us all want to be better than we are.”
“What is this a late-night Gidget rerun?” Specialist Gregorio asked. “I don’t know what you mean,” I said.
She frowned at me. “The moral of the original Gidget movie was that a real woman makes the men around her want to be better people. Which I hated, because then if the men around you are bastards, it implies that if you were woman enough, they’d straighten up. Which is bullshit.”
I looked at the two men nearest me. Galen waved from the other truck they were getting inside. I blew him a kiss, and wished I could have done more.
“A good leader inspires her troops to do their best, Specialist Gregorio.”
“Sure,” she said.
Doyle spoke as he slipped into the Humvee. “Women are always the head of the household, if the house runs well,” he said, and he slipped inside the great metal beast.
Specialist Gregorio looked at me, frowning. “Is he for real?”
I nodded. “Oh, yes, he’s for real.” I smiled at her. “Remember, we’re Goddess worshippers. It makes us see things a little differently.”
She looked thoughtful, and I left her with that thought. I climbed into the Humvee, and felt Rhys at my back.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
THE HUMVEE WASN’T MADE FOR COMFORT. IT WAS MADE FOR war, which meant it was armored and safe, but cramped and full of odd protrusions, straps, and just bits and pieces that would never have been in a civilian version.
Our driver had hair so short from behind that you thought “male,” but when she’d turned and looked a question at Specialist Gregorio, there’d been no mistaking Corporal Lance for anything but female. She made me look not as well-endowed. Maybe that was why she did the very masculine haircut, to try to look more like one of the guys. I didn’t say it, but I thought that nature had made being one of the guys impossible for her.
Specialist Gregorio got in the seat beside her. The wizard’s eyes followed Galen as he got in the Humvee in front of us. We’d all decided that it would be better if they spent less time together, since his effect on her had been stronger than intended. We’d have also put the other wizard, Dawson, farther away from me for similar reasons, but we weren’t given a choice. Dawson got in with the male driver in the Humvee that would hold Galen, Mistral, and Sholto. I’d thought the king of the sluagh might protest being separated from his queen, but he didn’t. He simply kissed me gently, and did what he was told. He agreed that Rhys needed to fill me and Doyle in on what had been happening while we slept in faerie. Galen could do the same thing for Mistral and Sholto while we drove. It was a very logical arrangement, which was one of the reasons I expected someone to argue. The fey of any flavor are not always the most logical of people, but no one debated. We just all went to our vehicles and climbed in.
My clothes were made more for a ball than for climbing into military vehicles. I had to do some pulling, and Rhys did some picking up and pushing from behind. Doyle took my hand and helped me take my seat beside him. We settled my clothes and had to push all the cloth around to give Rhys room to fit into his seat.
Even though Doyle’s coat was in a style from circa the 1800s, it still took up a lot less room than my clothes. I guess women’s clothing is always the least practical, no matter what century you’re in.
The engine roared to life, and I realized that we wouldn’t need to do a damn thing to keep the two humans from hearing us talk. All we had to do was not yell.
Rhys took my hand in his, raising it so he could lay a kiss across my knuckles. He was so solemn it made me nervous. Then he grinned at me, and something tight in the center of my chest eased a little.
“What has happened in the rest of faerie while we had days inside the sluagh?