“And the blind man, and stolen children?” I frowned at him.
“The Fae’s rules might seem harsh, and I know the hearth stories regularly paint them as such, but the lessons learnt aren’t forgotten, so the punishment rarely needs to be dealt more than once,” he said it very reasonably. “The rules are known to mankind, they may not understand their reasons, but they know that the rules are there and that to transgress risks punishment. That people insist on transgressing, is not the fault of the Fae, but of the transgressor.”
“What rule did you transgress, in order to be cast out without your power?” I wondered, and then realised what I had said and clamped a hand over my mouth.
“My mother thinks I am cold, cruel, and power hungry. She is not wrong. I am all of those things,” he rep
