Fortune's Fool

by Mercedes Lackey

  “I’m not leaving,” said Guiliette from behind her.

  She turned, and frowned with unease. “This isn’t wise, Guiliette. You should go with the rest.”

  But Guiliette smiled. Smiled! And there was something about that smile that made Katya take notice. This wasn’t a whim…and it was going to be important. “Let us merely say that I am going to provide a far more formidable distraction than the arrival of your paper bird.

  And that…it is not altogether true that I am not leaving.

  I am just not leaving by the tunnel. You did know that the fountain is not just a fountain, didn’t you?”

  Katya blinked at the sudden change of subject. “Ah, no?”

  “It is fed by a spring. In fact, if it were not for the fountain being there, the spring would be gushing forth with a great deal more enthusiasm than it is.” The Wili smiled again. “I think you can use that.”

  And then, suddenly, there was no more time.

  With a sound like a bee shooting past, the paper bird arrived. Katya snatched it out of the air, stuffed it into its envelope, and stuffed the envelope into the bodice of her shirt. She heard the hum of the Jinn ap-

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  proaching at high speed, snatched up the bottle, and ran for the door; fear making her heart hammer, determination forcing her to move faster than she thought she could.

  But Guiliette was faster still.

  She sped out the kitchen door and through the gardens with Katya on her heels. They both reached the fountain at the same time as the Jinn.

  He was already wreathed in flame, and his hands were clenched in anger. The fiery eyes were looking only at Katya, and she felt her mouth go dry with terror. “You!”

  roared the Jinn, his voice sounding like a thunderclap.

  “No!” shouted Guiliette, interposing herself before the Jinn could act.

  “Me!”

  “Guiliette—!” Katya cried. This was not how it was supposed to be going.

  But Guiliette was paying no attention to anything but the Jinn; she spread her arms wide, staring him down with such intensity that he actually stepped back a pace, and then she began to glow.

  Katya stopped dead, transfixed. The hair on the back of her neck rose, though not with fear. This was not like anything the Wili had done before. This was something altogether new. The glow did not come from within her, but somehow, from somewhere outside of her, and it was a pure white light that should have been blinding, but wasn’t. Guiliette looked up, and her face was transformed in a smile.

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  Katya was filled with awe and wonder. She shivered, feeling that she was in the presence of something so far outside her understanding that there were no words for it.

  Guiliette’s lips parted, and she spoke; it was only in a whisper, but it echoed louder than the Jinn’s shout.

  “Rheinhardt! I forgive you!” she cried, in a voice full of incongruous happiness. “I forgive me! I forgive us both!”

  In that moment, the sky opened, and glory came.

  If the sun had turned into a column and stretched itself down to earth, that was, in the most minor way, the only thing Katya could compare to the column of white light that enveloped Guiliette then.

  It made her want to sing for pure joy.

  The Jinn cried out in pain, and flung up his arm to hide his face as he turned away.

  Katya did not. Although the light was so intense it felt as if it were burning its way into the back of her brain, she could see perfectly clearly. She saw Guiliette looking with love and gratitude straight at her. Watched as the Wili—now no longer truly any such thing—put both hands to her lips and blew her a kiss.

  Felt tears of joy sting her eyes as Guiliette dissolved into the light, still smiling, infused with the purest happiness Katya had ever seen in her life.

  And then, she was gone.

  And the column of light faded, leaving nothing of itself behind.

  That was when the dragons struck.

  Roaring down out of the sky, they came in from opposite Fortune’s Fool

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  directions, giving the still-dazzled Jinn two targets, rather than one. He didn’t make up his mind in time.

  Katya awoke from her own daze, filled with a fierce determination. It did not matter that they did not have the final Element. They would fight this creature, and they would win!

  In perfect unison, at the bottom of their dive, the dragons opened their mouths.

  Enormous gouts of flame fanned out to cover the Jinn in fire, and as they passed, each lashed out with talons at his head.

  The Jinn roared with fury; in an instant, there was a sword of fire in his hand and he struck at the bigger grey dragon.

  But he missed, and both of the dragons pulled up, shooting up into the sky, mocking laughter trailing behind them.

  The Jinn began a gesture.

  He never finished it.

  With the power that was all instinct, Katya reached for the source of the fountain, found it, and called it with all the urgency that was in her. With an explosive force that shook the ground, the water answered her, blasting the remains of the fountain and its basin out of its path, surging for the sky. She grabbed the half-formed whirlwind that the Jinn had tried to call, infused it with her wild, untamed waters, and turned it loose on him. The whirlwind strengthened, tightened, became a white, churning column that engulfed the Jinn before he could move.

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  Fight that, wretch! she thought with exultation.

  Her father’s powers ran true in her. She had created her first waterspout. And the Jinn was caught, trapped, in the middle of it.

  He shrieked, and shot up the center of it, trying to escape and clearly blinded by the whirling waterspout that had him in its grasp.

  And behind her, Sasha started singing.

  It was a mocking, painfully scathing song.

  “What a failure you are!” Sasha sang. “Look at you! A couple of half-magic creatures, a mortal and a girl are beating you! You couldn’t manage to live with your own kind, and you can’t manage to live on your own. You couldn’t conquer anything in your own land and you can’t conquer anything in this one, where you are a stranger. Can you feel it? Even the tiny power you had is trickling away! Failure, fool, you have the respect of no one, and no one fears you.”

  Blindly, Katya reached for Sasha’s hand and found it.

  The sense of his hand in hers made her feel stronger; she didn’t have to look at him to know he felt the same. He had no instrument, no balalaika to carry the magic; he was the instrument, and even as she controlled her own magic, she marveled at his.

  Each word was a barbed dart. It was a poisonous song.

  It was aimed straight at the heart of the Jinn, a probe to find the things that the Jinn himself feared.

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  recaptured him. Katya dared to hope they could take him without needing the power of Earth….

  But then, searching for a foe he could reach, the Jinn turned in midair. She felt his hot, desperate gaze on her.

  And that was when he saw the bottle in her hand, realized what she had, and his anger exploded.

  “Never again!” he screamed in a voice filled with such rage that she shrank back, her determination withering. “Vile, mortal worms! Never again will you hold me! Now DIE!”

  Sheer terror engulfed her, as the sky exploded with flame.

  Dimly, she heard the dragons bellow a challenge; she clung to Sasha’s hand as his song faltered, then began again. She reached for her power, sent the waterspout into his face—

  Gouts of fire lashed the earth around her; she screamed as tongues of flame licked at her before she could call more water to deflect them. She felt
Sasha’s arms go around her, as he shielded her with his own body, still singing, defiant, mocking, throwing all that they had in the Jinn’s face. “You will always be alone,” the song mocked. “We have friendship, love, the strength of companions. You cannot conquer that. You can never conquer that. Your sterility will blanket the earth and you will still never conquer that, nor ever have it for yourself.”

  She lashed at the Jinn with her waters, throwing them at him as spray, sleet, even sheets of fog, anything to confuse his sight. The Jinn screamed his anger and 376

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  returned with gouts of fire that struck all around them.

  The dragons roared from somewhere up above and the occasional shrieks of pain from the Jinn marked the times when they scored a hit on him.

  It was stalemate, she realized. He couldn’t take them, but neither could they take him. With a tingling of despair, she wondered if the best they could hope for would be to be locked in a never-ending fight with the Jinn, until they all dropped dead of exhaustion—

  “Die mortal worms!” the Jinn bellowed, as a gout of flame scored a direct hit on Adamant, and sent the dragon into a tumbling fall from which he only just recovered before striking the ground. Gina dove down to protect her mate as he struggled to fly, to gain the com-parative safety of height. Icy fear clenched Katya’s heart as the Jinn turned his attention to her—and to Sasha—

  “And now I see the weakest link in your chain,” the Jinn sneered.

  With horror, she realized he was looking, not at her, but at Sasha.

  “The song dies with the singer—” the Jinn snarled in triumph, and flames began to build around him.

  “No!” Katya screamed, calling her waters to her—knowing that this time they would not be enough.

  “Indeed, no. Enough.”

  The Jinn froze; Katya didn’t blame him.

  Literally rising from the earth, came the Queen of the Copper Mountain.

  She was sheathed from head to toe in a—sculpture, Fortune’s Fool

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  was all that Katya could call it—of malachite. It began with an elaborately carved crown, which somehow flowed over her head and down her neck, into something like a gown, the sleeves of which covered her arms to the first knuckle of her hands and dripped down to the ground like the flowstone of a cave, the body of which did the same, to pool around her and become the column of stone upon which she was rising. It was as if an artist of exquisite genius had fused woman and statue into a living whole.

  The eyes of the Jinn met the eyes of the Queen—and the Jinn’s were the ones that showed fear.

  Two voices roared out of the sky. “Iblis Afrit En Kalael, we smite thee!”

  Sasha’s arms tightened around Katya, as he sang, “Iblis Afrit En Kalael, I blight thee!”

  Katya called up her waterspout again and shouted with all of her strength, “Iblis Afrit En Kalael, I blind thee!”

  And slowly, the right hand of the Queen of the Copper Mountain rose, until the index finger pointed at the Jinn, the rest curled against her palm. “Iblis Afrit En Kalael, I bind thee!”

  With a scream, the Jinn started to struggle, as wisps of fog, tendrils of flame, a blast of wind carrying the dust of malachite that lifted from the earth at the Queen’s command, all began to circle him. Wordlessly he howled as Fire, Water, Air, and Earth formed into dark green chains, chains that encircled him, wrapped him in their coils, and bound him tightly.

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  Katya snatched up the half-forgotten bottle and pulled out the stopper, holding it with the open neck, pointing it at the now fruitlessly writhing Jinn. Everything she had talked about with Sergei surged through her mind, and she knew at that moment what she was going to say.

  “Iblis Afrit En Kalael, we command thee in the name of the Law, in the name of Justice, in the name of Com-passion and in the name of Peace, to be bound into this vessel until you repent and reform, and join the ranks of the Lawful Jinn of the City of Brass!”

  With a terrible cry, the Jinn, chains and all, dissolved into green vapor, vapor that was sucked into the bottle in the time it took for hearts to beat twice. As the last of it vanished, Katya grabbed the stopper and drove it into the top, and the Queen of Copper Mountain made another little gesture, and the last of the malachite dust still hanging in the air coalesced about the top of the bottle, forming into a malachite seal that covered the entire top. “There will be no more deserts here,” the Queen said, coldly.

  Only then did the Queen look into Katya’s eyes, and smile.

  “An interesting choice,” she said. And the malachite column shrank back into the earth, taking the Queen with it.

  With a thunder of wings, the dragons landed beside them.

  “Looks like we won!” Adamant said with a gleeful grin.

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  Katya sighed, put the bottle down carefully at her feet, and with weary joy felt Sasha’s arms go around her again.

  “Yes,” she said, and closed her eyes. “Yes we did.”

  The desert was gone. Once again, the Castle of the Katschei was surrounded by forest.

  But it was forest that was very much changed.

  Gone was the briar maze that had once surrounded the Castle. In its place was a lake—the water was far too wide to be called a moat—with the Castle as an island in the center of it. The miners and excavators of Copper Mountain, it seemed, were also superb engineers. A canal cut to the broad Viridian River kept the lake filled and provided access to and from the sea, at need.

  Where the fountain had once been, there was now a much more elaborate construction that, paradoxically, looked utterly natural, a high mound that mimicked the shape of Copper Mountain, with the water from the spring flowing down the side in a waterfall, and channeled out of the garden to end in the lake.

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  The Castle, newly cleaned, revealed itself to be made, not of grim grey granite, but a rosier form of the same stone. The gardens were bidding fair to be second to none. This shouldn’t have been a surprise, since they were in the charge of a small, dark woman with a mysterious smile and amazing ways with plants. She was aided in this by her partner, a quiet, contained girl who spoke mostly to animals and had made it clear to the creatures of the forest which items were off-limits and which had been planted for their particular enjoyment.

  Very few people noticed them, and fewer knew their real names. Most called them “Flora” and “Fauna,” and they seemed perfectly content with that.

  There was a new addition to the Castle, a single large building that almost rivaled in size the Castle itself; after all, dragons have a hard time fitting into ordinary rooms and through conventional doorways.

  The lake played host to one of the most beautiful flocks of swans in all of the Five Hundred Kingdoms.

  And if now and again one, two, or three of them swam up to the castle, transformed into lovely girls, and left their feather cloaks in the formidable care of the bear that denned in a kind of gatekeeper’s cottage by the lake, well, with all of the other wonders of the Castle, it was hardly noticeable.

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  of pleasure. None of these creatures seemed at all inclined to drown anyone, which often surprised newcomers.

  Visitors there were many, especially now that this area had come under the aegis of the King of Led Belarus. In fact, in a peculiar way, the Kingdom of Copper Mountain was part of, yet separate from Led Belarus. The Queen and King had come to a very amicable alliance: she ruled everything beneath the surface, and he ruled everything above. This was a perfect arrangement, so far as the King was concerned. Let someone else have the reputation for wealth and opulence. Led Be
larus was still known as bucolic, pastoral, comfortable, but wealthy only in the fruits of its fields and pastures. And Copper Mountain could drive its tunnels and mines wheresoever it wished.

  And if anyone wished to trade with, or ally with, or acquire the services of the Queen and her people, they came here.

  Because across the lake, new buildings were arising under the auspices of the Queen’s people. The most prominent of them thus far was the Embassy of Copper Mountain itself, although the Sea King had a representative here, as did the Dragons of Light, the Fair Folk, and it was said that there were other non-human races considering establishing a presence.

  Also under construction was what—according to rumor—was going to be a College for Wizards and Witches. Since it was going up with no visible workers in sight, that was entirely possible.

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  was a semipermanent Gypsy camp. Semipermanent, because although the camp itself was permanent, most of the inhabitants came and went as their fancies took them. The only truly permanent resident was a highly skilled fortune-teller known only as Magda, and her handsome husband.

  Whatever needed policing or guarding around the lake was taken care of by the Company of the Wolf Brothers, a troupe of former mercenaries who still, on occasion, hired out some of their young recruits. These went out under the command of Piotr the Clever, and the Company mascot and Scout, his wife Lyuba. He was called the Clever in no small part because of his success in securing Lyuba as his wife. There were currently bets on about whether their offspring would be cubs or children.

  All that would certainly have been enough to ensure that no one ever attacked this place. But there was, of course, more.

  For the Castle had a new name and a new purpose.

  This was the Belarus Chapter of the Champions Order of Glass Mountain. The Knight Commanders were the two resident dragons, Adamant and Gina, and there was even a Godmother-in-training here, a former wizard’s apprentice named Klava.