Windwolf laughed. “That was what I was worried about. This has everything to do with sponsorship. If I sponsor you, between us would have to be a bond nearly as strong as that between Tinker and Little Horse. I would protect you as you serve me. No other tie that you have can be stronger — not even with your cousin.”
Oilcan shook his head. “I couldn’t put you above—”
Windwolf waved away his objection. “That problem is simple enough to circumvent. Tinker could sponsor you, and your loyalty need not be tested.”
“I’m confused now.”
“The problem lies with the children,” Windwolf said. “It was agreed that all humans would be considered without a clan unless they entered into an agreement with an elf. You are a human, and it’s assumed that you have no clan. If you are sponsored, then you would become Wind Clan. And by extension, your household would be Wind Clan.”
The most basic loyalty is to the clan.
“Oh,” Oilcan said. He had assumed that since Tinker was the Wind Clan domi, he was automatically considered Wind Clan. Perhaps the reason all the Wind Clan elves called him “cousin” was because it was the only way they felt connected to him. How did Thorne Scratch see him? Did she think of him as a free agent? Was that why she asked him to take the children? Did she only trust him because she thought he was completely neutral?
“I think you’re starting to understand,” Windwolf said quietly. “The moment you agree to sponsorship, the children will have to decide if they want to stay with you and be Wind Clan or to find another household. It would be one thing if you were an elf. They could choose with the knowledge they would have a home forever. You are a human. The household you form will have a lifespan limited by your own. And it would be nearly impossible for the children to be accepted by another household after you died, since they would have abandoned not only the household of their birth, but also their clan.”
“Couldn’t the household last beyond my life?”
“I cannot give you that reassurance. I do not know these children well enough. My grandfather Howling was head of the Wind Clan for nearly ten thousand years. He would still be head if he hadn’t been murdered. His household shattered after his death; many had not found a refuge until I took them in, over a thousand years later.”
The worse of it was, even if Oilcan lived to be an old man, the children would barely be considered adults when he died.
The rumble of a big truck announced Roach’s return with another dumpster.
“What about the building?” Oilcan asked, standing up. He couldn’t afford to pour more money into the school if he couldn’t move the children into it.
“I will tell Maynard that it is free to claim, and you can purchase it for a dollar,” Windwolf said. “We will help you no matter what path you follow. Sponsorship, however, is more than just money. All that is Wind Clan would be available to you. The children need a clan protecting them, and the Stone Clan does not appear willing to maintain a strong presence in Pittsburgh. My beloved and I will be sure that the children are cared for if they choose the Wind Clan. Our ability to protect them, however, is limited if they remain Stone Clan. Speak with the children.”
Team Tinker had assembled while he was gone. They sat on the front steps and hoods of cars parked in the street in front of the school, waiting for his return.
“What did he say?” Roach asked what everyone else wasn’t brave enough to ask.
“The building is mine,” Oilcan said and waited for the resulting cheer to die down. “We talked about sponsorship, but there’s a lot I didn’t know about it. Both Windwolf and Tinker are willing to sponsor me—”
“Are they going to arm wrestle for you?” Andy asked and got smacked by Roach.
“If the male is smart, he won’t come between Tinker and Oilcan,” Roach said, and there was laughing agreement.
“Both are willing,” Oilcan repeated. “But I need to think it over.”
“I went upstairs to check out the rooms,” Abbey Rhode, the team’s spotter, said.
“She means she went upstairs to slack off,” Roach said.
Abbey stuck out her tongue as everyone laughed. She was often teased because her job was to simply sit, watch, and report. “This place is going to be sweet once it’s cleaned up. It’s really cool that you got the kids to write out what they need — although it impressed on me how little I can read Elvish. I took photos of their lists and posted them online.”
“I’ll translate the lists,” Gin Blossom offered.
“Thanks,” Oilcan said.
“And we managed to get one of the things on the list already,” Abbey said.
“We?” Roach said.
“You don’t read Elvish, either,” Abbey said. “So it was joint effort.”
Roach opened the door to his truck and an elf-hound puppy tumbled out into his arms. “Pete sired this little one, so we’re calling him Repeat.”
Another baby animal. Oilcan was going to be able to open a petting zoo by the end of the week.
16: MORGUE BREAKING AND ENTERING
Lain had given Tinker swabs for taking DNA samples from the kids. They drove back into town with the box in her lap as she argued with Stormsong.
“All we’re going to do is stick these swabs in their mouth and rub them around a little.” Tinker couldn’t see why this was so hard to understand.
“Collecting DNA smacks of spell-working,” Stormsong repeated, using different words. So far she’d found three ways to say it.
“We’re not going to do any spell-working!” Tinker cried. “We need to know what the oni were doing with the kids. The oni could have been designing a plague to wipe out elves, or creating a spell to merge elves into crows like the tengu, or — or — I don’t know, and that’s what scares me. They could have been planning anything.”
“This is a bad idea.” Stormsong found a fourth way to say the same thing. “The first step of spell-working is establishing a baseline.”
Tinker wanted to scream. “Are you getting hit with a big sledgehammer that says ‘duck now or die’ or are you just bitching on general principle?”
Stormsong huffed. “Unlike some people, I don’t need clairvoyance to see trouble coming.”
“The children are Stone Clan.” Pony stepped in to mediate. “It is true that their clan is failing them utterly, but Stormsong is concerned that the Stone Clan will attempt to use anything questionable we do against us.”
Stormsong finally put her objection into a format Tinker could understand. “If the Stone Clan accuses us of spell-working, then the Wyverns will most likely see it in the worst light. They are the best of us because they were most heavily spell-worked.”
“Okay, that’s useful to know,” Tinker said.
“And since Oilcan is acting as the children’s sama,” Stormsong said, “he could be punished for recklessly endangering them.”
“Oh.” Tinker considered pitching the swabs out the window.
“Domi is right,” Pony said. “We need to know why the oni were kidnapping the children and keeping them alive. We will have to use caution in gathering the samples.”
Obviously, it was time to prove that she was the smartest person in Pittsburgh.
Which was how they ended up at the morgue.
Tinker avoided the front door on the theory that the fewer people they talked to, the better. She had Pony park where the ambulances and hearses unloaded the bodies. There was a big button marked PRESS FOR NIGHT ATTENDANT that she ignored. Instead she proceeded to hack the digital lock that required a transmitter key for entrance.