Swallowing Darkness - Laurell K. Hamilton [53]
I blinked at him, past Sholto’s shoulder. “No,” I said.
“You must have something to help you, Princess Meredith. I believe you are going into shock again, and how many shocks can you take in one night while pregnant with twins? It’s a hard thing on a body, and although the fact that you are descended from fertility deities is a help to you, you are also part human, and part brownie. Neither of them is free from complications.”
“What do you know of brownies?” I asked, as Sholto wrapped my hands around the cup. I needed both hands for the smooth wood.
“Henry has treated many of the lesser fey while he has been with us,” Sholto said. “One of the reasons he came to our court was his curiosity about our many forms. He thought he could learn more here.”
“So you’ve helped brownies birth babies?” I asked.
Sholto used one hand to start the cup toward my mouth. My hands stayed around the cup, but didn’t help him. I felt strangely passive, as if nothing mattered that much. They were right. I needed something.
“I have,” the doctor said, “and I promise you, Princess, that one cup of mulled wine will not harm you or your children. It will help you think more clearly, and warm you from the terrible things you have seen this night.” He sounded very kind, and his brown eyes were full of sincerity.
“You’re a witch,” I said.
“A good one, I promise, but I did train as a doctor, and I am a healer. But, yes, I am what the humans call a psychic now. Back in my mortal day I was a witch, and that, along with the hump on my back, put me in grave danger of being killed for dealing with the devil.”
“The old king of the sluagh,” I said.
He nodded. “I was seen with some of the sluagh one night, and that sealed my fate among the humans. Now drink. Drink and be well.” There was more to his words than just kindness. There was power. Drink and be well. I knew there was magic and will in his words, and more than just spices in the wine.
Sholto helped me drink it, and from the first touch of the warm, spicy liquid on my tongue I felt a little more alert. Swallowing it spread warmth through my entire body, in a rush of comfort. It was like being wrapped in a favorite blanket on a winter’s night, with a cup of hot tea in one hand, a favorite book in the other, and your beloved lying with his head in your lap. It was all that in one cup of warm wine.
I drank, and by the end of the cup Sholto was no longer having to guide my hands.
“Better?” the doctor asked.
“Much,” I said.
Sholto took the cup from me, and put it on a tray on the small table beside the chair. There was even a lamp beside the chair, curved up over the back of it. It was a modern lamp, which meant that this room at least was wired for electricity. As much as I had missed faerie in my exile on the West Coast, seeing the lamp, and knowing that I could turn it on with the flip of a switch, was very comforting. There were moments lately when magic seemed so plentiful that a little technology was not at all a bad thing.
“Do you feel well enough to join us at the bed?” the doctor asked.
I thought about it before answering, then nodded. “Yes, I do.”
“Bring her, My King, for I need your help.”
Sholto helped me stand. I had a moment of dizziness. His hand was very solid in mine, his other hand on my waist. The room stopped moving, and I wasn’t certain if that was because of the wine, the magic in the wine, the night, or something about carrying two lives inside my body. I knew that if I was human, truly human, twins were supposed to be hard on the body. But it was very early in the pregnancy, wasn’t it?
Sholto led me to the bed, and there was a ramp up to it so that it was on a dais, but with no steps. I wondered if the last king of the sluagh hadn’t found steps to his liking. The pure-blooded nightflyers didn’t have feet to use steps, so a ramp would work better. Of course, they could fly, so maybe the ramp had been meant for some even older king.
Someone snapped their fingers in my face. It startled me, made me see the doctor’s face close to mine. “The wine should have taken care