Fantasy fiction; Irish Americans -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction
"'Twouldn't do. Alviss is a sensitive one, as you will see, and it'll
take more than that to make him forget his grudge."
"As I will see?"
"Certainly," said Brian Shanachie, nodding his head. "It is you who
will go to see Alviss."
* * * * *
It wasn't that Kevan MacGreene was willing to so quickly forego his
skepticism and embrace a belief in the Little People, but his head hurt
too much to argue and he was in a mood to take what came along and let
things work themselves out.
"But what do I do after I see him?" he asked.
"Find out what will keep him peaceful and, if it's within reason, give
it to him. If it isn't, then you may have to appeal to the Council
of Gnomes, or even to the four kings. I'll be giving you this--"
Brian Shanachie came around the desk and fixed what seemed to be a
small metal flower in the lapel of Kevan's coat--"by which you can
discuss any settlement with me. All you have to do is shout my name
and the contact will be made. It is also possible for me to deliver
to you, by teleportation, certain mortal materials when they will aid
in adjustments. I remember one time when peace was made with Sindri,
over the matter of a mortal who tried to steal his treasure, with
the presentation of a radio.... But now get along with you, Kevan
MacGreene."
"Just a minute," said Kevan, "how much does this job pay?"
"Enough in mortal money that you'll have no complaint," Brian Shanachie
snapped. "Be gone with you."
"Where?" Kevan asked. "I mean how do I get there?"
Brian Shanachie looked surprised, then nodded. "Of course, you wouldn't
know, would you? I best look it up, to be sure that we still have it
right." He took a thick book from his desk, thumbing through it rapidly
while muttering to himself. Then he nodded again. "Yes, 'tis still in
the proper alignment. And all you have to do, my boy, is walk through
yon door."
For the first time, Kevan noticed another door in the office near to
the chair in which he sat. He stood up and looked at it uncertainly.
"But be sure and watch the first step," said Brian Shanachie. "It's
been a bit broken since the time Regin came to see me and stomped on
the step instead of knocking."
"But how do I find Alviss after I get through the door?" Kevan wanted
to know.
"Ask," said Brian Shanachie. "You can ask anyone--no, but better,
perhaps since you're a new employee you'd best first go and pay your
respects to Finbheara, Iubdan, Geanncanac, and Daoine Glas, the four
kings. They'll be sure to know where you can find Alviss. Run along
with you."
II
Taking a deep breath, Kevan MacGreene put his hand on the door knob and
opened it. Then he stepped through.
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