The Wee Free Men

No sun in the sky. Even on the dullest days, you could generally see where the sun was, but not here. And there was something else that was strange, something she couldn't quite give a name to. This didn't feel like a real place. She didn't know why she felt that, but something was wrong with the horizon. It looked close enough to touch, which was silly.

And things were not... finished. Like the trees in the forest they were heading towards, for example. A tree is a tree, she thought. Close up or far away, it's a tree. It has bark and branches and roots. And you know they're there, even if the tree is so far away that it's a blob.

The trees here, though, were different. She had a strong feeling that they were blobs, and were growing the roots and twigs and other details as she got closer, as if they were thinking, 'Quick, someone's coming! Look real!'

It was like being in a painting where the artist hadn't bothered much with the things in the distance, but had quickly rushed a bit of realness anywhere you were looking.

The air was cold and dead, like the air in old cellars.

The light grew dimmer as they reached the forest. In between the trees it became blue and eerie.

No birds, she thought.

'Stop,' she said.

The pictsies lowered her to the ground, but Rob Anybody said: 'We shouldnae hang aroound here too long. Heids up, lads.'

Tiffany lifted out the toad. It blinked at the snow.

'Oh, shoap,' it muttered. 'This is not good. I should be hibernating.'

'Why is everything so... strange?'

'Can't help you there,' said the toad. 'I just see snow, I just see ice, I just see freezing to death. I'm listening to my inner toad here.'

'It's not that cold!'

'Feels cold... to... me...' The toad shut its eyes. Tiffany sighed, and lowered it into her pocket.

'I'll tell ye where ye are,' said Rob Anybody, his eyes still scanning the blue shadows. 'Ye ken them wee bitty bugs that clings onto the sheeps and suck themsel' full o' blood and then drop off again? This whole world is like one o' them.'

'You mean like a, a tick? A parasite? A vampire?'

'Oh, aye. It floats aroound until it finds a place that's weak on a world where no one's payin' attention, and opens a door. Then the Quin sends in her folk. For the stealin', ye ken. Raidin' o' barns, rustlin' of cattle—'

'We use' to like stealin' the coo beasties,' said Daft Wullie.

'Wullie,' said Rob Anybody, pointing his sword, 'you ken I said there wuz times you should think before opening yer big fat gob?'

'Aye, Rob.'

'Weel, that wuz one o' them times.' Rob turned and looked up at Tiffany rather bashfully. 'Aye, we wuz wild champion robbers for the Quin,' he said. 'People wouldnae e'en go a-huntin' for fear o' little men. But 'twas ne'er enough for her. She always wanted more. But we said it's no' right to steal an ol' lady's only pig, or the food from them as dinnae ha' enough to eat. A Feegle has nae worries about stealin' a golden cup from a rich bigjob, ye ken, but takin' awa' the—'

—cup an old man kept his false teeth in made them feel ashamed, they said. The Nac Mac Feegle would fight and steal, certainly, but who wanted to fight the weak and steal from the poor?

Tiffany listened, at the end of the shadowy wood, to the story of a little world where nothing grew, where no sun shone, and where everything had to come from somewhere else. It was a world that took, and gave nothing back except fear. It raided—and people learned to stay in bed when they heard strange noises at night, because if anyone gave her trouble the Queen could control their dreams.

Tiffany couldn't quite pick up how she did this, but that's where things like the grimhounds and the headless horseman came from. These dreams were... more real. The Queen could take dreams and make them more... solid. You could step inside them and vanish. And you didn't wake up before the monsters caught up with you...

The Queen's people wouldn't just take food. They'd take people, too—

'—like pipers,' said William the gonnagle. 'Fairies can't make music, ye ken. She'll steal a man awa' for the music he makes.'

'And she takes children,' said Tiffany. 'Aye. Your wee brother's not the first,' said Rob Anybody. There's no' a lot of fun and laughter here, ye ken. She thinks she's good wi' children.'

'The old kelda said she wouldn't harm him,' said Tiffany. That's true, isn't it?'

You could read the Nac Mac Feegle like a book. And it would be a big, simple book with pictures of Spot the Dog and a Big Red Ball and one or two short sentences on each page. What they were thinking turned up right there on their faces and, now, they were all wearing a look that said: Crivens, I hope she disnae ask us the question we dinnae wantae answer...

'That is true, isn't it?' she said.

'Oh, aye,' said Rob Anybody, slowly. 'She didnae lie to ye there. The Quin'll try to be kind to him, but she disnae know how. She's an elf. They're no' very good at thinking of other people.'

'What will happen to him if we don't get him back?'