We saw no one. The chamber was big and still. There was a large black pool in the middle of it and at the far end of the pool was the formation that looked like a pipe organ. The room was perhaps a hundred feet in length and our ring of lantern light didn’t reach that far into the gloom.
“Come on, speak up, we mean you no harm,” I called out.
At that, we got a dusty chuckle. “So good of you to worry about my well-being, child.”
I took a step forward, holding up the lantern and peering. Was there something at the far end of the cave, or was that just a shadow? I thought about pulling out my saber, but this sort of encounter was why we had come here, to find out more about these lines on the map where the shifting occurred.
“Do you have a moment to speak?” I asked. I was sure now that I spoke with some kind of changeling, as I had that time on the lakeshore.
“A moment?” cried the voice. “Nay, no one has a moment to spare! But a century, yes, that I have.”
“That sounds a bit long for me, changeling. I only want to ask a few questions and we’ll be on our way. Reveal yourself.”
“Questions?” it all but screamed the word. “Have the fates placed me here in this dank hole only to educate wanderling mooncalves?”
Monika and I eyed one another. This thing, whatever it was, seemed less than sane.
“You’ve only been down here a few weeks, or months at the most,” I said, trying to keep it talking while I strained to pick it out in the dark abyss. “The shifting changed you from human to whatever you are now. Perhaps you didn’t know that. The Preacher calls your kind shadows, humans who’ve lost their humanity, but he still holds out hope for you to return to us, to return to our kind.”
“We would wish you to come back to us,” said Monika.
There was another raspy sound of grim amusement. “You know so little of what you speak, children. But I’ll answer three questions, two of which you’ve already asked.”
“What-” I began, but Monika put her hand on my arm, I glanced at her and followed her pointing finger. There it was, the thing that spoke to us, sitting on a knobby formation that looked like a brown beehive made of stone. It sat in the middle of the pool. I couldn’t make out much more than its generally humanoid shape, but it was small, much smaller than a man.
“Firstly, mortal fools will of course forget the meaning of your torch-of-the-hand. It will no longer function, and so its purpose will be forgotten and turn into a vague legend, as did the true purpose of witch-hazel and belladonna and a cross hammered from single chunk of iron.”
I took a few quiet steps forward along the lip of the black pool. I could see the elf now, and yes, my mind told me, that’s what it was. It was sitting but could not have been more than two feet tall if it stood.
“Secondly,” the creature continued, ticking off my questions on its fingers. “You asked if I have a moment to spare. I will tell you that some of us-changelings as you say-have always been here, but we’ve slept for centuries, as the leaves sleep within the trees waiting for spring. One of your kind has provided me the flesh needed to take my ancient form, but I was here long before your grandfather was whelped out of a screaming farmer’s wife and long before his grandfather did the same.”
I stopped now, about twenty feet from it. The thing watched us and I thought I could see a glitter in its tiny eyes reflected in the lantern light. “You’re saying I get one more question then-”
I sensed its glee and hurried, “-No, wait, don’t answer that, it was a statement, not a question.”
It made a hissing, sucking sound of disappointment. “Ask then, child.”
“What was the thing I met on the lakeshore?” I blurted. It wasn’t the smartest thing to ask, I’m sure, but it was what I wanted to know most at that moment.
“Ahhh,” it said, somehow sighing out the sound in a long single syllable, the way a snake might sigh in contentment when the rat is finally a twitching lump within its swollen belly. “Something useful has not been gotten out of Malkin of the Elfkin in a very long time. As a fitting reward, I’ll reveal myself, as you have previously requested.”
Malkin of the Elfkin. I filed away this bit of information. I imagine in other times Malkin might have been called a troll, or a goblin or a pixie or any of a thousand other names in a thousand other places. I supposed it had only been a matter of time until one of his type showed up. He got up from his perch then, and hopped toward us across the water. He seemed to splash only lightly into the inky pool with each step. I wondered if there were stones down there just below the surface or if this creature was so impossibly weightless as to be able to run over the water like a skittering insect.
He paused only five feet from us. I lifted the lantern a bit, bent forward and peered at him curiously. Monika knelt beside me, putting one knee on the lip of the rocky pool. Malkin had a thin face with sharp features; the nose was like a blade and the chin tapered to a point. Across his face stretched an overly large mouth, which flashed us with a leering, humorless grin. Monika and I examined his clothing in wonder. His pointed boots and his russet-brown coat seemed to be made of a light leather. All the clothing seemed sewn with impossibly fine workmanship, each stitch smaller than any human tailor could produce. The elf leered at us and rested his overlarge hands on his bent knees. He stood in the pool, but was clearly perched upon a stone or something just below the water.
He gazed back at us with as much curiosity as we had about him. “Strong is your will and your luck to resist this time of upheaval! But don’t trust to luck forever, younglings.”
“How can you stand on the water?” asked Monika.
Malkin clucked his tongue at her. “Such a crude attempt! One would normally secure the third cake before stealing another.”
Monika blinked at him. I snorted in amusement, but between her English skills and his odd approach to speech she didn’t comprehend him.
“You asked about the Hag,” said Malkin, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. He watched us, and I thought he displayed almost as much curiosity as we had for him. “For that is what she was. The creature that you met on the lakeshore. She resides in the lake now, and she is the thing that summons others into her new home, which your people have all but forgotten already. She summons and guides a new people in the name of the hoofed ones.”
Monika and I opened our mouths simultaneously, bubbling with more questions. Hag? I thought, chewing over the term. I thought the Doctor or the Preacher had mentioned such a thing. A type of powerful witch, as I recalled.
Malkin stilled our further questions with a wave of his tiny hands. He peered up at us with eyes like black beads.
“You don’t have to answer more questions,” I said. “But maybe we could call you a friend?”
Malkin’s face grew sad then, and I saw hair-thin lines there in his face that revealed his fantastic age. I wondered how long he had truly been in this cave, or perhaps others like it. He shook his head slowly.
“Ever it is so with your folk,” he sighed. “Ever would you mistake the slightest aid for friendship. True friendship is something which must be earned and which is never given. So big your kind grows, yet still you bear the minds of children.”
He turned directly to Monika and almost whispered to her, bending forward as you might when speaking to a child. “Your question will be answered, but perhaps not in a manner to your liking. Gaze at my feet, child.”
He made a little shuffling motion with his feet. Something dark swirled there, over his wet boots. I realized he was standing on something that moved and rolled a bit in the water and I lifted up the lantern and craned out to see what it was.
Monika realized what we were looking at first. She gasped and pulled back in horror. I squinted, and then I saw it. The dark substance moving over Malkin’s feet was someone’s hair, and the stone he was standing upon was a face-a head, to be more exact. I thought I recognized the head of Mrs. Krenzer. After we’d slain the three spiders her daughters had turned into I’d wondered what had become of her. The whole cave seemed to brighten up then, and I watched the elf raise his arms up slowly over his head, chasing the gloom somehow from the cave, or perhaps from our eyes.