into the room bearing food and beer. Gresh set the tray of bread and cheese on a table, while Esmera opened the jar of fruit, and Twilfa distributed beer.
“A pleasure to see you, Guildmaster,” Gresh said, wiping his hands on his breeches.
“I’ll go get more beer,” Twilfa said. She had brought only three mugs.
“Don’t hurry,” Kaligir said.
Twilfa glanced at Gresh, who nodded; they both understood that Kaligir did not want a mere supplier’s assistant listening to Wizards’ Guild business.
“Shall I give her a hand?” Esmera asked.
“I think we want you here,” Gresh said, before either of the other men could respond. “Here, take my beer; I’ll wait for another.” He took a mug from Twilfa and handed it to Esmera.
Twilfa had already provided Kaligir and Tobas with their drinks; thus unencumbered, she hurried away.
The others watched her go; then Gresh, Tobas, and Esmera turned expectantly to Kaligir and waited for him to speak.
The Guildmaster did not waste time on pleasantries. “I understand from my communications with Tobas that you have found and obtained the magic mirror, but have not destroyed it,” Kaligir said, looking directly at Gresh.
“I was not engaged to destroy it,” Gresh replied mildly. “I delivered it to Tobas, as our agreement specified.”
“Don’t play the fool with me, Gresh. You know what the Guild wanted.”
“You said that you wanted to ensure the mirror would stop producing spriggans. It has stopped producing spriggans, and it’s safely in Tobas’s possession. That was the full extent of my agreement; I never promised to do anything more than deliver it, and I’ve done that. If you aren’t happy that he isn’t delivering it to you immediately, well, yes, in order to obtain it without undue difficulty I placed Javan’s Geas on Tobas, ensuring that he will never give the mirror to anyone else. But the Guild can take it from him, should you choose. There’s nothing to prevent it, whatever the spriggans may think.”
“Nothing to prevent it? So anyone can take it? And what if the spriggans take it from him?”
“I don’t mean it’s unguarded; I mean that Tobas can make it possible for the Guild to take it, should you want to. As for the spriggans, they have agreed not to retrieve it-and even if they do, it’s no longer generating spriggans. It’s harmless, regardless of who has it.”
Kaligir glanced at Tobas, who gulped beer; then he turned his attention back to Gresh. “The spriggans have agreed to this? And you believe them?”
“I do,” Gresh said quietly. “Seriously, have you ever known a spriggan to break a promise?”
“I have never been in a position to hear one of the little pests make a promise!”
Gresh turned up a palm. “Well, there you are, then,” he said. “That’s why you couldn’t find the mirror, and I could. Because I thought to ask the spriggans where it was. Because I took the time to talk to them and made an effort to understand them, instead of simply chasing them away. I negotiated terms with them, as one speaking creature to another. I treated them, annoying as they are, with a trace of respect.”
Kaligir blinked at him. “Is that how you found it? You asked them?”
“Well, that, and some careful questioning, and a little sorcery.”
“So you talked to spriggans who led you to the mirror and who promised not to take it back-but what makes you think they spoke for all the half-million of the creatures who are roaming the World? Why shouldn’t some other bunch of spriggans snatch the mirror away?”
“I have reason to believe the ones I spoke to represent the majority and that many of the others don’t concern themselves with the mirror at all.”
Kaligir frowned. Gresh met his gaze calmly.
“I promised only to deliver the mirror,” Gresh said. “Holding on to it is not my problem. I would have thought that the Wizards’ Guild could manage that without my assistance.”
Kaligir said nothing more for a long moment, but finally demanded, “And once you had the mirror, why did you and Tobas not see to its destruction? You say that it’s no longer producing spriggans, but destroying it would seem a far more certain way to ensure that no more spriggans would be produced than whatever you did do.”
“Well, Tobas cannot destroy it-I placed a geas on him to that effect.”
“Why did you do that? Having done it, why did you not destroy it yourself? Tobas could not destroy it or give it back to you, but surely you, more than anyone else, could just take it. Why didn’t you?”
“There are three reasons, each of them sufficient,” Gresh said. He raised a finger. “First: We conducted a test where we broke the mirror into four pieces and discovered that this resulted in multiplying that half-million spriggans to two million. Using Javan’s Restorative to repair the mirror reduced that number back to the original. This leads me to suspect that destroying the mirror may have unanticipated and unfortunate results, and until we know much more about it, it would be unwise to risk doing anything that might multiply the number of spriggans, rather than reducing it.”
“Ah,” Kaligir said, stroking his beard with one hand, while the other still held his untasted beer. “Is that what that was about? We did notice a very brief increase in the number of spriggans.”
“Yes. Shattering it is a very bad idea. I doubt other obvious methods would be better.”
“I see your point. Go on.”
Gresh raised another finger. “Second: I gave my word to the spriggans who had possession of the mirror, and who allowed us to take it, that neither I nor Tobas would attempt to destroy the mirror. We did not say anything to bind the Guild, but I did give my word about my own actions and Tobas’s. My word is good.”
“Fair enough, if somewhat inconvenient,” Kaligir agreed. He looked down, as if just now noticing he held a mug, and took a sip.
“And finally,” Gresh said, holding up three fingers. “I refuse to participate in the murder of half a million speaking beings. Aren’t we taught that what made humans more than mere animals was that the gods taught us to speak? Well, spriggans can speak, too. They can make and keep promises. They can understand far more than you might think. They were bright enough to figure out things about the mirror that we might never have guessed. If they hadn’t told me what they knew, I might not have guessed as much of the mirror’s true nature as I have. I don’t say they’re human-they’re stupid and annoying and troublesome, and I don’t want them in my house-but they are thinking, speaking creatures, and killing them indiscriminately is wrong. I won’t be a part of it. Destroying the mirror might kill them-so I won’t do that. I know better than to think I can stop the Wizards’ Guild from doing whatever it pleases, but I will do what I can to keep you from exterminating the spriggans. I’m sure you can find ways to kill individuals who are especially troublesome or dangerous, if you must-I could even suggest a few spells that might help. I’ll do nothing to stop that, any more than I’ll stop a magistrate from hanging a murderer. But I won’t help you to wipe them all out, guilty and innocent alike.”
Kaligir took a long, thoughtful swig of beer before replying, “It seems to me that your first and third reasons contradict each other. Destroying the mirror cannot both multiply and exterminate the little pests.”
“There’s a contradiction, yes. That’s because I don’t know which is true. Destroying the mirror might kill them, or it might multiply them infinitely. I don’t know. And neither do you.”
“Not yet,” Kaligir admitted.
Gresh nodded. “Well, then-I’ve explained my position. I delivered the mirror. I ensured it would not produce more spriggans. I have fulfilled my end of our contract; I expect the Guild to honor its end. I trust my shop will be permitted to resume normal business operations immediately? And my fee will be paid promptly? And that my bill for expenses will be honored, when I have prepared it?”
“The shop can re-open, of course, and your expenses will be paid. We will expect the return of all remaining powders and potions. When we have verified that the mirror is truly in Tobas’s possession, and that it really is the correct mirror, Enral’s Eternal Youth will be cast on you.”
Gresh smiled. Returning the powders and potions was not ideal, but otherwise he appeared to have won on all points. “Excellent!” he said. “Thank you!” He lifted a hand in salute, regretting that he had given Esmera his mug.
Tobas, Esmera, and Kaligir all drank in response. Kaligir wiped foam from his beard and said, “I do have a few questions, though. You said you have ensured the mirror would not produce any more spriggans. How did you do that?”
“That’s a long story.”
