Melting Stones

Stone Clothes

W hen Rosethorn saw us trailing the refugees and talking, she rode back to see what was going on. We told her what we planned.

"Absolutely not." Her mouth settled into a hard line. "Tamper with the volcano spirits a second time? Particularly when they might be getting more powerful? I won't hear of it."

"But if she can lead them away from Starns, the island will be safe." Oswin shifted from foot to foot, he was so excited.

"Oswin Forest, she is my charge. I am responsible for Evvy getting off this island alive," Rosethorn told him. "You have no guarantee that she would survive leading Carnelian and Flare out to sea. Even if they did not kill her for trapping them, what of the other volcano spirits? If Luvo won't face them, why should Evvy?"

"Her power is not the same as theirs, Rosethorn," said Luvo. "If Evumeimei keeps her distance from any groups of volcano spirits, she ought to be safe."

"'Ought to' trims no trees, Luvo," Rosethorn snapped.

They were still arguing two hours later. We had come out onto the flat, where the river made the long, slow turn toward Sustree. Tahar, Myrrhtide, Jayat, and even Azaze had joined in the discussion.

I lost patience. The longer I put off actually trying Oswin's idea, the better the chances were that Flare and Carnelian would escape on their own. I wouldn't give a wooden coin for our lives then. I had to get to work now.

I looked around for a place to stop and saw a good one. Leaving the others, I lugged my packs to some trees that shaded a cluster of boulders. The stones were stable granite. They were perfect for my needs.

Luvo came to watch me make the place comfortable as people went by. "What if Carnelian and Flare will not believe you? They may well deceive you into relaxing your guard, then turn against you. Evumeimei, you trapped them. What if they claim they accept you are their friend, then lure you into a trap of their devising? They are volcano spirits, not meat people. They have no faces or eyes that you may read."

I asked the rocks to shift, to make a seat that wasn't so lumpy. "Maybe they were pure spirits when I first met them. But once they got to know me, they started shaping themselves more like people. Copying me. They acted more human, too. I'll give my magic self a look that's more like human me somehow. I'll shape it with stones. If they copy me in this new way of looking, I'll know they still admire me. Stop ill-wishing, Luvo! I have to make this work!"

"I do not do anything that might be termed a wish for good or ill," Luvo said. "Neither do I want you to end your days as charcoal."

"I don't plan to do that, trust me," I told him.

Meryem came running over. She was dusty from top to toe, her and the Dreadful Doll. She carried it in a cloth sling now, just like the one I used to carry Luvo. Someone had also made a small pouch for her to wear around her neck. She kept the feldspar piece I gave her in that. I could tell because I saw the stone shining through the pouch. "Why did you stop? You look like you're making camp. You can't stop here, Evvy. We're running away from the volcano, remember?"

Heibei, this is not funny, I told the god. "Meryem, go with the others. Find Nory. I'm doing something."

"No!" The little tyrant stamped a foot at me. "You can't do it here, Evvy. You can't. Do it on the ship. The mountain is going to blow up, don't you know anything"

The longer she stood there jabbering, the more likely it was that someone would come to find her. They might try to stop me, too.

"Meryem, I don't want you with me, all right? I'm a mage, not a nursemaid. Me and my rocks have important things to do, right now, so go away."

She blinked at me, her lip trembling. "I thought you were my friend."

"I'm not! I'm a busy mage, and I need quiet right now!" I snapped.

She had tears in her eyes, but what was I supposed to do? If Rosethorn noticed I was missing before I left my body, she'd find a way to stop me. If everyone got killed because Flare and Carnelian escaped, it wouldn't help that I'd been nice to Meryem. I'd wasted too much time already. The ground was quivering under my feet.

"Go on, go!" I added for good measure.

Meryem ran away. She vanished into the group of kids at the side of the refugee caravan.

"For a human, that was hard speaking," Luvo said.

"I'm in a hurry, Luvo. I'll make it up to her later, if we have a later." From one of my packs I took out my Zhanzou jacket. It was the only clothing I'd kept from home, but not because I missed Yanjing fashions. The plain black jacket had eight pockets in it. There were four outside—two over my chest, two over my hips—and two inside. I wore it when I needed to keep stones close to my body.

It was time to put my mage kit to use. I opened it up and considered my choices. I had to squint as I removed the stones. The magical glare from the spells on them always half-blinded me. First I showed Luvo the onyx globe. "This doesn't just hold power. The spells on it will ground me and help keep me in myself. They'll also deflect anything bad Flare, or Carnelian, or their friends might throw at me. I hope they will, anyway."

Luvo didn't seem impressed. "Volcano spirits will annihilate your globe. What else have you?"

"Rutilated quartz, to increase my effectiveness," I explained. Luvo clicked at me. It was not a sound of approval. I put the crystal in a pocket anyway and went on. "Jade for wisdom and protection. Sardonyx for courage."

"I doubt yours would ever fail, but that at least may accomplish what you wish for it."

"Rockwater for strength and perseverance."

"As if you ever required either of these things, Evumeimei."

"Malachite for protection from peril." I was getting cross.

"A moon cut from it would not be enough to guard you from Carnelian and Flare."

"You're not helping," I told him. "Garnet for strength and vigor."

"Piffle, all of it."

"You learned that word from Rosethorn."

"These stones are useless," Luvo argued. "Worse than useless if you rely on such toys instead of your own power."

I glared at him. "I am relying on my own power. It's the power of the spells I made and stored in these 'toys,' you stubborn chunk of rock!"

"This is folly, Evumeimei. Let these meat people flee this island. Let us make our escape with them. Oswin does not understand the immensity of power held by just one of these spirits. Beings like Flare and Carnelian and their kindred are the agents that make and unmake the surface of the entire earth."

"You worry so because you can't imagine tricking the forces that gave birth to you. I understand. But look here. The force that made me sold me for a handful of coppers. I'm not as awed. If I get in over my head, I'll just run away." He doesn't understand, I thought. I put Carnelian and Flare in a trap that ended up making them stronger. I have to limit the damage I did. I don't want to be one of Rosethorn's destroyers, even by accident.

I patted Luvo on his head knob, which I knew he hated. Then I made myself comfortable and closed my eyes.

The fault that ran under the Makray, up under the lake and Mount Grace, was warm. I gathered power from it as I raced through the ground in my magical body. I headed for Moharrin and the quartz trap. Travel was so much faster without my meat self. Of course, I couldn't haul anything useful when I moved like this. I paid a price in exhaustion when I returned to my real body. Still, if I'd had to go to the trap by foot or horse, I would have given up before I even tried. I probably would have reached the trap too late for us all.

A new earth shock picked me up. It threw me from the place where the river left the lake all the way to the far end. The volcano spirits were traveling in a fault just three miles from Carnelian and Flare. With my senses spread wide through the ground I could feel them. They rooted in the fault like pigs hunting truffles. I jammed myself through the ground past them. My claim to be Flare and Carnelian's friend wouldn't sound good if I didn't set them free.

I smacked into Luvo's black obsidian wall. It curved above, below, and to either side of me, a glossy black shield in the earth. A sparkling ghost floated in it: me. Flare and Carnelian were on the other side. I'd kept careful track of their location. They were just three hundred yards beyond this wall, with its granite back. The volcano spirits would only see this—at least until it began to melt.

I flowed through the cool black shield. Behind it was the thick granite slab Luvo had set there. That was guaranteed to slow the volcano spirits more than easily melted obsidian. From it, and from the earth around it, I collected what I needed for my new appearance. I made a girl shell from crystals and minerals, fitting them around me. I built a stone tunic of olivine and fashioned green tourmaline leggings. Black tourmaline served me for hair and eyebrows. I shaped rose quartz into a mouth. Black garnets worked as my eyes, and gold feldspar became my skin. By the time I reached the quartz trap, I was an Evvy made of magic and stone.

I had come in time, barely.

Tiny lightnings sparked around the quartz. They melted the earth and cracked the crystals themselves. Several dozen drops of blue and carnelian-colored fire broke free. They flowed together to join with others of their color. I didn't wait to see how big those combined drops had to get before they began to think on their own—though I was curious.

Would you release all the pieces of my friends? I asked the quartz crystals. I think they've overstayed their welcome, don't you?

It is our pleasure, said the biggest crystal. She sounded like an unhappy housekeeper. I look at how they've ruined our order!

Your guests have been very rude. That crystal was one of the smallest, but it was also very old. No matter how many times they were asked to settle, and find their places, they just wouldn't listen.

I felt bad. I knew crystals loved organization. It's their nature. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to turn out so badly for you.

Oh, no. We have benefited immensely. The thing the mountain did to keep them here, when he united both ends of our vein? asked the friendliest of them.

Oh, that was splendid, the housekeeper said.

I was too exciting. The grumpy old one was determined to be unhappy. There's been altogether too much excitement going on around here of late.

The thing the mountain did, the friendly one said firmly, it made quite a few of us better able to resist heat. That was good.

And many of us have stolen power from your rude friends, the housekeeper crystal added.

But we will still be happy if they never return, the old one told me. They do not know how to behave. Not like you.

The crystals split. Out squirted hundreds of drops of indigo and reddish-brown fire. They formed a single, mixed-color pool in the soil, the big drops calling to the small ones that had already escaped.

I waited. The pool sloshed and stirred. The rocks and earth around it softened and shifted. At last the blue drops slid to one side, the carnelian-colored ones to the other. Slowly Carnelian and Flare took on the shapes they'd held when I saw them last. There was one difference. This time, they were taller than me by a head.

They looked down at me. The soil melted and drooled around them.