glow to light their way as they sank deeper, coming to rest on the black silt at the bottom.
Miranda stood inside the bubble Mellinor had made. Eli followed more slowly, shaking the water out of his hair.
“Why is it every time we get together, I get drenched?”
Miranda ignored him. They had limited time before their air ran out, and considering the duke certainly knew where they were, she didn’t think things would end well if they had to surface. It was now or never, so she put Monpress out of her mind and, standing very still, opened her spirit.
It was like stepping into another world. She could feel the enormity of the river’s spirit flowing around her, dark and slow and inexorable. Yet even as she marveled at the size of it, she could feel that something was wrong. The flow of the water felt pinched, hobbled, almost like it was being squeezed through something, yet there was nothing there. Stranger still, and more alarming, was the water’s silence. Though she could feel the power of the river, she heard nothing, no threats, no demands for her to state her identity or purpose, nothing but the quiet sound of the water as it crept by.
“Mellinor,” Miranda whispered. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I’m not sure,” the glowing water answered. “There’s no Enslavement, but what kind of river doesn’t respond to a wizard with a blazing open spirit standing at its heart?”
“Maybe it’s shy?” Eli offered.
“Or maybe it’s under a binding we can’t feel.” Miranda stepped forward until she was at the very edge of Mellinor’s bubble. She hated doing this. Not only did it feel like a vaguely abusive display, it was unspeakably rude. Still, they were on a strict timetable, and the river certainly wasn’t going to cooperate on its own.
“River Fellbro!” she cried, pouring the weight of her spirit into the words until they buzzed with power. The water around them hitched as her voice struck it, and for a moment, the river was still. Then, as though nothing had happened, the water began flowing again, darker and murkier than ever. Miranda, panting from the power she’d put into her call, looked around in confusion. She’d thought for sure even a Great Spirit wouldn’t ignore something like that.
She was gathering herself for another try when Eli’s hand brushed her shoulder. She looked at him, startled and scowling, but he just pointed at a spot in the water behind where she was standing. There, in the clouds of swirling silt, was a face. It was large, about as wide as Miranda was tall. Its features were murky, shifting in and out as the water flowed, and it did not look pleased.
The dark, silted eyes roved over them as a muddy, brown mouth opened. “Go away.”
Its voice was like a wet slap against their ears, but Miranda reached out with her spirit, catching the river as it tried to fade. “We will not,” she said firmly. “Great Spirit Fellbro, I come before you as a representative for all the spirits of Gaol currently under the thumb of Edward di Fellbro, Duke of Gaol. It is the Great Spirit’s duty to protect those in its charge, yet your spirits live in fear and slavish obedience because their Great Spirit will not stand up for them. I feel no Enslavement on you, no madness. Why, then, do you ignore your duty?”
The silted face glowered and turned away. “How easy it is for you to talk,” it grumbled, “coming here at the end of things. We’re the ones who have to live with the duke day in and day out.” The river looked at her, and Miranda shuddered as the weight of years pressed against her through his gaze. “There are worse things than being Enslaved.”
“I don’t think you know what that means,” Mellinor growled, his water flashing brilliant blue. But Miranda raised her hand.
“What kind of threat could the duke use,” she said softly, “to make you abandon your duty?”
“All kinds,” the river said. “He is a powerful man with all of humanity’s destructive nature at his aid. He’s threatened to dam me up, pollute my water, reroute my flow to another river, the worst kind of things you can think of. With all that, Enslavement seems kind of superfluous, don’t you think?”
“So you abandoned your spirits?” Mellinor roared. “All to save yourself?”
“Not forever!” the river roared back. “Judge all you want, but you never lived with the duke. We have to, and we suffer every day for it. Our only consolation is that, awful as he is, the duke is only human. He’ll die sooner or later, and then we’ll be free. But for now, we do as he says, all of us, even me, because no humiliation, no suffering he puts us through is worse than what he would do to us if we disobeyed.”
Miranda opened her mouth to answer, and so did Eli, but it was Mellinor who spoke first, his water almost boiling with rage.
“You rivers,” he sneered. “Always flowing downhill, always taking the easy way out. You let him walk all over you just because he won’t live forever?”
“Don’t talk so mighty, lost sea,” the river rumbled, sending ripples through their bubble. “What right do you have to judge us? It’s not like you’re so pure. I know you, Mellinor. We’ve all heard of your failure, the sea defeated by a wizard. Rage all you want, but I had no mind to follow your path into madness. A few years of shame is nothing compared to hundreds trapped under a dead wizard’s thumb. I just did what you should have done, and I have kept my lands.”
“Then your lands are poorer for it,” Mellinor rumbled, his water spinning faster and faster, “saddled with such a coward!”
“Live a year in Gaol and you’d understand!” Fellbro shouted. “I only did what I needed to survive!”
“Mellinor!” Miranda said sharply. “Enough! This isn’t-”
A great tide of power cut her off. Mellinor’s spirit welled up inside her, choking her breath, pushing his way free. He poured out of her, pushing the black water of the river back in a great, shining wave. Through it all, Miranda could only stand there, the conduit of his power, until, all at once, he was gone. The emptiness hit her like an avalanche, and she toppled over. Eli caught her just before she hit the mud, pushing her back onto her knees. But even like that, Miranda could barely keep her balance. She clung to his wet shirt, staring up at the great white wave above them as it invaded the river.
“What is he doing?” she said, her voice trembling. “Why didn’t he listen? We’re supposed to be
Eli gave her face a little slap, startling her back into the present. “He’s being a Great Spirit,” he said, nodding up at the glowing water. “I warned you about this, back in Mellinor, but you were the one who wanted to be his vessel, as I recall. You can’t complain now when he acts according to his nature.”
“He’s going to ruin everything,” Miranda groaned, staring helplessly as Mellinor’s white water invaded the dark river. “We need the river on our side. This isn’t the time for fighting!”
“I think Mellinor knows a lot more about being a Great Spirit than either of us,” Eli said softly. “Trust him.”
Miranda gave him a sideways look. “Must you be so smug about everything?” she grumbled. “I should have left you up top.”
“I told you to,” Eli said. He pointed up with a grin. “Now things are getting going; watch.”
Miranda looked up. Mellinor’s blue water was invading the dark river in every direction. She could feel Fellbro’s fear as it fought the sea for control of its water, but Mellinor’s rage was ironclad, and he did not fall back.
“Mellinor!” The river’s roar had a pleading edge to it. “Don’t do this!”
“You have betrayed your station, Fellbro.” The blue water foamed and flashed.
“You have no right!” the river shrieked, its murky waters racing away. “This is my land! Mine! I will run it as I see fit!”
But Mellinor’s water pressed on without mercy or hesitation, and when he spoke, his voice echoed from all directions. “You relinquished your right to rule the moment you gave your powers away to save your own water. You have acted in a way unbecoming of a Great Spirit, and you know the price for that, same as the rest of us. Therefore, as Great Spirit of the Inland Sea, I, Mellinor, claim your rights as restitution on behalf of your spirits.” The river trembled and fought, but Mellinor’s wave ate everything as his final decree rang out. “Your water is now mine.”
With that, the river’s face shattered, and the entire river flashed the color of sea foam. The wave of power took Miranda and Eli off their feet, tumbling them along the river bottom as the bubble collapsed. But before they could come to harm, the water caught them gently. It carried them in a swell up from the depths, and they broke the river’s surface with a gasp, sucking clean, fresh air into their lungs.
All around them, the river had changed. What had been a dark, stagnant flow now glittered a deep, deep
