Lawrence Watt-Evans - The Spriggan Mirror

The spriggan looked more miserable than ever. “When mirror first make spriggans, mirror was in big stone house in purple sky.” It pointed at Karanissa. “She was there.”

“We know where you mean,” Gresh said, noting silently that the spriggan seemed very sure the mirror made spriggans, rather than bringing them from somewhere else, even though Karanissa had sensed that the mirror was directed somewhere else. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“When mirror was in purple sky place, spriggans had magic, couldn’t be hurt-but wizard tried to lock up mirror, didn’t like spriggans, so spriggans took mirror to other place.”

That accorded with what Gresh had been told by Tobas and his wives. “Yes. That was seven years ago.”

“In dark other place, mirror had no magic, so spriggans had no magic. Some spriggans didn’t care, went wandering around, got in trouble, made people angry, and people cut spriggans! With big scary knives! Sharp ones! Spriggans died!”

A chorus of dismayed squeaks came from other spriggans in earshot; the humans ignored them. “They died?” Gresh looked at Karanissa. “I thought you said they couldn’t be killed by natural means.”

“They can’t,” Karanissa said.

“Spriggans can’t,” the spriggan agreed. “Can’t now, because smart spriggans figured out mirror might be magic again someplace else and took mirror from dark stone house to cave-this cave! And mirror had magic again, and spriggans had magic again, and spriggans not die anymore, ever-well, unless spriggans go where no magic is; spriggans can be killed there. But only stupid spriggans go there; spriggans can feel magic and stay away from bad places.”

Comprehension swept over Gresh. Tobas had not bothered retrieving the mirror originally because he had thought it would be harmless in the no-wizardry zone, and it was-but the spriggans had eventually hauled it out of the dead area, not because they wanted more spriggans loose in the World, but because of the magical link between themselves and the mirror that made them unkillable.

That the spriggans had figured out that the link existed proved that spriggans weren’t as stupid as they looked. The connection certainly hadn’t been obvious to him. He supposed that hundreds of them had discussed the situation at length, and they had somehow worked it out collectively, but it was still impressive.

The link might provide some of the other magical abilities the spriggans displayed, as well, such as their uncanny ability to open any lock-but it wasobviously the invulnerability that mattered most to them. “So that’s why you want to keep it safe?” he asked.

The spriggan nodded wildly.

“You were keeping this secret-why?”

“Not want spriggan-killers to know how to kill spriggans! Not want spell broken, or mirror taken to no-magic place again.”

That was reasonable. Furthermore, Gresh thought, in all likelihood, no one had ever asked them about any of this until he had begun his own investigations. The usual reaction to spriggans wasn’t to try to reason with them or determine their origins; it was simply to shoo them away as quickly as possible.

But they could be reasoned with; Gresh saw that now. They wanted the mirror to preserve their indestructibility. “And you don’t care that it keeps making more spriggans?” he asked.

“Not care much,” the spriggan agreed. “Enough spriggans now. Crowded here, with so many. We send extras off to find wizards-spriggans like magic. And have fun. But keep enough here to guard mirror.”

“You send the extras away, on purpose?” Gresh demanded. “They don’t just wander off?”

“Send them away, yes,” the spriggan said, nodding again. “That way, on easy old road.” It pointed to the north. “Some go off other ways, but most use road.”

And that, it seemed, explained why so few wound up in Dwomor-the road the captive indicated led the opposite direction, north and west toward Ethshar, where most of the world’s wizards were.

“Why didn’t one of you just tell us all this, instead of mobbing poor Alorria and making everything difficult?” Gresh asked. “We can work something out!”

“Didn’t know you weren’t spriggan-killer, maybe?”

“But I said we didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t I?” He looked at Karanissa.

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Did you?”

“I think maybe we were too busy with other things,” Gresh admitted. “I suppose the way we kept trying to get at the mirror couldn’t have looked very friendly.” Then he turned his attention back to the spriggan. “So right now, is the magic still working? We changed the spell on the mirror-does that matter?”

“Still works,” the spriggan said. “No problem.”

“So if we somehow made this change permanent, you spriggans would be happy?”

“Would depend on other things. Not happy when it rains, or when spriggans all get really hungry. Hungry now-you have food?”

“No,” Gresh lied. He had a few things to eat in his pack, but he had no intention of giving them to the spriggans. “I meant, you wouldn’t mind the change in the spell?”

“Not mind. Magic still working.”

Gresh nodded.

That really seemed to explain everything. He tried to think of other things to ask the spriggan before releasing it, and nothing came to mind.

Taking the mirror into the no-wizardry area and destroying it would put an end to the spriggans’ indestructibility. If the link was as strong as the quadrupling of the spriggan population when they broke the mirror implied, destroying it might destroy the spriggans, as well, wiping them from existence.

He hadn’t really thought that was likely a few hours ago, but the population explosion had changed his mind, and the news about spriggan invulnerability also being connected to the mirror-well, there was clearly a very strong link. So destroying the mirror might destroy them all.

Or it might not. They hadn’t ceased to exist when the mirror was in the no-wizardry zone before; they had merely lost their magic.

Either way, the spriggans hated the idea of letting the mirror be destroyed or taken into the no-wizardry area and would fight furiously to prevent it. They had no objection to things that merely prevented the mirror from producing more spriggans. If there were some way to make the Spell of Reversal permanent…

But Gresh was fairly certain there wasn’t. Besides, he had agreed to sell the mirror to Tobas and the Guild, he had not contracted to merely stop the production of spriggans.

“Do you think the Guild would be satisfied if we just prevented the mirror from making more of them?” he asked Karanissa.

“I have no idea,” she replied. “I’ve never known what to expect of the Wizards’ Guild. They might be.”

“I had thought that anything that would stop it from producing spriggans would break the spell on it, or completely change it, but that doesn’t seem to be what happened here, with the Spell of Reversal. Not that I really know what did happen. You said it feels different; can you add anything? Has it changed any further?”

“No.”

Gresh sighed. This was all getting very complicated, whereas his original plan had seemed simple. “If we could just get it across the valley to the ruins, we could destroy it-smash it to powder, maybe.”

“The spriggans would do everything they could to stop us.”

“I know.” He grimaced. “But we do have a good-sized dragon on our side. Maybe Tobas could clear us a path.”

“What about Alorria and the baby?”

Gresh sighed. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know whether the spriggans would really hurt them or not.”

Karanissa glanced around at the dozens of little eyes watching them from various corners of the cave. “They would try,” she said. “I’m not sure what they could do, but they would try.”