Chapter Twenty-Two
‘I seek a grub,’ called Hidenory, or as she was truly named, Tyllanthine. ‘A worm. A maggot. The filth that crawls in the dark, the dirt-eating wretch, the miserable specimen of fae-kind that calls himself Oleander Whiteboots.’
She had asked this question time and time again, though the query itself had become increasingly embroidered with unflattering epithets as the days had passed. Unbelievably, she had got nowhere. She had crossed Gadrahst from east to west, gone into the very heart of the Goblin King’s Court itself, enlisted His Majesty’s aid — even begged assistance from the absurd human-girl he had the temerity to name consort, though she was as low-born as it was possible to be — and for what! Few claimed any acquaintance with the fellow, and those who did deni
