“Tobas,” he said in a conversational tone. “I think we should go now.” He glanced back over his shoulder.
The carpet had risen to perhaps three feet above the ground, and Tobas was watching uneasily as spriggans jumped up and down around it, trying to leap up onto it.
“Tobas?”
The carpet drifted higher, but no closer.
“Tobas!”
The wizard finally looked up and noticed Gresh moving away from the cave. He wiggled his fingers, and the carpet came swooping across the meadow. Gresh turned and ran for it, leaping onto it as Tobas brought it past.
A moment later the two men were seated safely on the carpet, Tobas at the front and Gresh near the back, sailing some twenty feet above the ground. The meadow below them seemed to be covered in spriggans shrieking for candy or shouting about mirrors and promises.
“It’s in there,” Gresh said grimly.
“What is?” Tobas asked.
“The mirror, of course. It’s in the cave there.”
“What cave? I saw you poking at the rocks, but I didn’t see a cave.”
Gresh let his breath out in an exasperated sigh. “There’s a cave,” he said. “But the entrance is much too narrow for humans. The spriggans can climb in and out easily, but we can’t.”
“Oh. And the mirror’s inside? You’re sure?”
“I saw it,” Gresh said. “I saw a spriggan climb out of it.”
“So it’s really there? It’s not a fake?”
“Unless someone is casting some rather sophisticated illusions, it’s really in there.”
“We have to get in there, then.”
“Yes, of course,” Gresh agreed. “I had figured that much out myself. We need to get in there, or get the mirror out somehow. The question is, how? The spriggans don’t want to bring it out; they seem to have some sort of agreement among themselves that it must stay in there.”
“Why?”
“How should I know? One of them said that if it was brought out they could die, but I don’t have any idea why.”
“So we can’t just bribe them to fetch it? I saw how much they liked that candy of yours.”
“I don’t think so-not unless we bring enough candy for the entire half-million of the little pests, and I’m not sure even that would do it.”
“Then how can we get it out?”
Gresh grimaced. “You’re the wizard,” he said. “I was hoping you might have an idea.”
“You’re supposed to be the expert on fetching things.”
“And I can find a way, don’t you ever doubt it-but I hoped you might have a nice easy one.”
Tobas considered that for a moment, looking down at the rocks and the seething mass of spriggans. “Ordinarily I might suggest using Riyal’s Transformation to shrink down to mouse size, but somehow I don’t think I want to go down there while I’m smaller than a spriggan,” he said.
“We might keep that as a last resort,” Gresh said.
“The Cloak of Ethereality would let me walk through the stone,” Tobas said. “But it only works on the wizard casting the spell, so I’d need to go in alone, and I couldn’t carry anything while ethereal, so I’d need to stay in the cave until it wore off and then hand the mirror out to someone.”
“That might work.”
“Then I’d need to use it again to get out. It takes eight hours to wear off-there’s no known way to reduce the time.”
“It still might work.”
“I’m not thrilled by the idea,” Tobas said. “Are there spriggans in the cave? Because they might not be very happy to see me in there, ethereal or not. And whoever I pass the mirror to… well, I wouldn’t be able to help much if anything happened before the eight hours were up.”
“Is there some way you could levitate the mirror out?”
Tobas considered that for a moment, then turned up an empty hand. “Varen’s Levitation would work if I could touch the mirror, and if wizardry will work on it-if it’s magic-resistant, like spriggans…”
“You need to touch it?” Gresh interrupted.
“Yes.”
“That won’t work, then, unless you get into the cave; it’s much too far back to reach from outside.”
“Oh.”
That exchange reminded Gresh of something, though. “Could your wife levitate it out?”
“Who, Alorria? She’s not a wizard…”
“No, your other wife. Karanissa. She’s a witch, and she can levitate. I saw her do it in Ethshar of the Spices.”
“Oh! Oh, of course. I don’t know-she probably could. But I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Well, you have some time to think of a better one on the flight back to the castle.”
Tobas considered that, looked down at the meadow, then asked, “What if the spriggans move the mirror again, now that they know we’re looking for it? What if they hide it somewhere even worse?”
“If we’re quick we can be back here by mid-afternoon. I don’t think they’re organized enough to move it that fast. Besides, where would they find a better hiding place than that cave?”
“You’re probably right,” Tobas agreed. He looked up at the sun, only just past its zenith, then down at the meadow, where there were no signs of organized activity of any kind, but merely dozens of silly little creatures running about aimlessly. “You’re right. If we’re quick.”
“And…?”
“And we should go.” He gestured, and the carpet surged forward, picking up speed. As the wind whipped Gresh’s hair back, the carpet curved its path to the southwest, toward Dwomor Keep, leaving the spriggans, the meadow, the cave, and the mirror behind.
The Spriggan Mirror
A Legend of Ethshar
Chapter Sixteen
“You are not going anywhere with her without us,” Alorria said, sitting herself down on the carpet, Alris the Younger in her arms. She was wearing a white tunic and green skirt that did not go well with the rich reds and blues of the carpet, and the baby was wrapped in white bunting and a green blanket.
“Ali, you’re being silly,” Tobas said, hands on his hips. “This is magician business, and we’ll have Gresh with us…”
“You two are not going anywhere without us!” Alorria insisted.
“There are three of us, and we need Karanissa because she’s a witch, not because she’s my wife! We’ll be back by nightfall…”
“Find another witch, then.”
“There isn’t time!”
“Then take Alris and me along!”
“It isn’t safe for a baby!”
“It’s safe enough for the three of you.”
“We’re not babies!”
“I’m not, either, and I can look after Alris while you two do your magic!”
“Ali, get off the carpet.”
“No. Before you try to force me, remember who my father is and where we are.”
“I am not likely to ever forget,” Tobas said.
“Tobas, let her come,” Gresh said. “What are the spriggans going to do? They wouldn’t hurt a baby. We’re wasting time arguing.”
“Kara?” Tobas turned to his other wife, who was standing ready in a simple red dress, holding a bag she had hastily filled with things she thought might be useful in dealing with the spriggans and their enchanted mirror.
“I don’t care, so long as she stays out of the way when I’m working,” the witch replied.
“Fine, then,” Tobas said. “We’ll all go, and Ali and Alris can play with the spriggans while we steal their most precious possession and destroy it.”
“That might actually be a useful distraction,” Gresh said mildly.
“Oh, get on the carpet.”
Moments later all four of the adults were seated, each holding one bag nearby-Gresh had his powders and potions and tools in his small shoulder-pack, Tobas had his grimoire and the ingredients for various spells in a leather valise, Karanissa had assorted herbs and crystals to aid her witchcraft, and Alorria had a large collection of diapers, rags, and other baby supplies, and of course Alris was in her arms. At Tobas’s command the carpet rose smoothly into the air and sailed northeastward from Dwomor Keep.