induce the Green Hill to open against its will. The last retreat of the fairies hunkered and held its peace against Megâs commands and Finnâs few baffled kicks against the turf. When Meg had expended enough of her energy to be rational again, Finn asked her what she had seen.
âJames. Or ⦠I thought it was James. It looked like James.â She used to live in a world where, if something looked like a thing, it was that thing. Not so anymore.
âTell me exactly what you saw,â Finn said, and she did, even concealing her annoyance when he made her linger over her description of the queen, down to the moment she saw Jamesâs dear little face.
âBut you canât know if it was him, can you? I donât know much about fairiesââthough after weeks of quizzing Dickie on his research, Finn knew more than he thoughtââbut it might just be a fairy pretending to be James, right? I mean, if they knew you were watching, they might take his form just to mess with you, make you think they had stolen him. Isnât that something theyâd do?â
She had to admit it was.
âThatâs it! Iâve had enough!â she yelled, not at Finn but at the Green Hill. âI wonât do it! You all are crazyâyou fairies, and Phyllida, and Bran, and everyone in this village. You are horrible, mean, cruel.⦠Why doesnât everyone move away from here and fence it off with barbwire and post guards?â She collapsed into tears. âYou made me kill Bran. You took James, or even if you didnât, itâs just as bad to make me think so. I wonât be Guardian! I wonât! Phyllida can find someone else ⦠or no one else! I donât care. Iâm writing home tomorrow. I want to go home! I want to see my mom and dad! I hate this place!â And to Finnâs dismay, she fell on his shoulder, heaving and sobbing in a wet, sticky mess.
âUh, there, there?â There, there? He cursed himself. What on earth did âthere, thereâ mean? Where, where? What good was that supposed to do Meg?
âCome on, letâs go home. Phyllida can sort this out.â He pushed her gently away, and as soon as the warmth of her cheek was off his shoulder, he almost wished it were back. As repulsive and confusing as it was in one way, it was also kind of nice. It made him feel important, older, different from how he usually was.
Who knows what Phyllida thought when they appeared at the door, so long after dark, coming from the woods, Meg distraught and tear-stained, Finn with obvious signs of having been struck about the head.
âWhereâs James?â Meg demanded before Phyllida could put any of her hypotheses into words.
âUpstairs in bed, I imagine. Meg, where were you? We were so worried.â
Phyllida found herself talking to Megâs rapidly retreating back as the girl dashed up the stairs. Meg scoured the bedrooms and found no sign of James.
âWhere is he?â she asked, almost hysterical.
âI donât know, dear. Tell me, one of you, what this is all about? What has James to do with it?â
Finn had to be spokesman. âWe were at the Green Hill,â he began.
âMeg took you to the Green Hill?â Lysander asked.
âNo, I found it. We were looking for Moll.â He almost told them about the weeping woman, but first things first. âThen we went back to the hill, and Meg saw the fairies, and she said she saw James with them. He went under the Green Hill, and we couldnât get in.â
âIs this true?â Phyllida asked Meg as she ran by.
âYes, yes, yes!â she said exasperatedly, making dashing forays into rooms in search of James and then coming back to the group.
Rowan, Silly, and Dickie were drifting downstairs, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, asking what all the hubbub was about.
âJames is missing,â Meg said. âHave you seen him? Who saw him
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