Restoration of Faith (the dresden files)

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by Jim Butcher


  I took a breath, in the dark, and asked, "What's your name?"

  She was silent for a moment, and then said, in a very uncertain voice, "Faith."

  "Faith," I said. I smiled, so that she could hear it. "My name's Harry Dresden."

  "Hi," she said, her voice a whisper.

  "Hi. Have you ever seen something like this?" I cupped my hand, summoned some of the last dregs of my power, and cast a warm, glowing light into the ring on my right hand. It lit Faith's face, and I could see on her smooth cheeks the streaks of the tears I had not heard.

  She shook her head.

  "Here," I said, and took the ring from my finger. Then slipped it onto hers, over her right thumb, where it hung a bit loose. The light died away as I did it, leaving us in the dark again. "Let me show you something."

  "Battery went out," she mumbled. "I don't have money for another one."

  "Faith? Do you remember the very best day of your life?"

  She was quiet for a minute. Then she said, her voice a bare whisper, "Yes. A Christmas. When Gremma was still alive. Gremma was nice to me."

  "Tell me about it," I urged, quietly, and covered her hand with my own.

  I felt her shrug. "Gremma came over Christmas Eve. We played games. She would play with me. And we stayed up, on the floor by the Christmas tree, waiting for Santa Claus. She let me open just one present, for Christmas eve. It was one she'd gotten me."

  Faith took a shuddering breath. "It was a dolly. A real baby—dolly. Mother and Father had gotten me Barbie stuff, the whole line for that year. They said that if I left them all in the original boxes that they would be worth a lot of money, later. But Gremma listened to what I really wanted." Then I heard it, the tiny smile in her voice. "Gremma cared about me."

  I moved my hand, and a soft, pinkish light flowed up out of the ring around her thumb, a loving, gentle warmth. I heard Faith draw in a little gasp of surprise, and then a delighted smile spread over her mouth.

  "But how?" she whispered.

  I gave her a smile. "Magic," I said. "The best kind. A little light in the dark."

  She looked up at me, studying my face, my eyes. I shied away from the perception of that gaze. "I need to go back, don't I?" she asked.

  I brushed a stray bit of hair from her forehead. "There are people who love you, Faith. Or who one day will. Even if you can't see them beside you, right here, right now, they're out there. But if you let the dark get into your eyes, you might never find them. So it's best to keep a little light with you, along the way. Do you think you can remember that?"

  She nodded up at me, her face lit by the light from the ring.

  "Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you've had. It will help. I promise."

  She leaned against me and gave me a simple, trusting hug. I felt my cheeks warm up as she did. Aw, shucks.

  "We need to go," I told her. "We've got to get across the bridge and meet my friend Nick."

  She chewed on her lip, her expression immediately worried. "But the troll."

  I winked. "Leave him to me."

  The girl didn't feel anywhere near so heavy as I carried her back. I studied the bridge as we approached. Maybe, if I was lucky, I'd be able to sprint across without the troll being able to stop me.

  Yeah. And maybe one day I'd go to an art museum and become well-rounded.

  Bridges are a troll's specialty. Whether because of some magic or just because of aptitude, you never get across the bridge without facing the troll. That's life, I guess.

  I set the girl down on the ground next to me, and stepped out onto the bridge. "All right, Faith," I said. "Whatever happens, you run across that bridge. My friend Nick is going to pull up on the far side any minute now."

  "What about you?"

  I gave her a casual roll of my neck. "I'm a wizard," I said. "I can handle him."

  Faith gave me another look of supreme skepticism, and fumbled to hold my hand. Her fingers felt very small and very warm inside of mine, and a fierce surge of determination coursed through me. No matter what happened, I would let no harm come to this child.

  We walked out onto the bridge. The few lights that had been burning brightly earlier were gone. Gogoth's work, doubtless. Night reigned over the bridge and the Chicago river gurgled by, smooth and cold and black below us.

  "I'm scared," Faith whispered.

  "He's just a big bully," I told her, "Face him down and he'll back off." Which I hoped, very much, was true. We kept walking and skirted wide around the manhole at the apex of the bridge, me keeping my body between Faith and the entrance to the troll's lair.

  Gogoth must have been counting on that.

  I heard Faith scream again and whirled my head to see the troll's thick, hairy arm stretched up over the edge of the bridge, while the troll clung to its side like some huge and overweight spider. I snarled and stomped his fingers once more, and the troll bellowed in rage. Faith slipped free and I half-hurled her towards the far side of the bridge. "Run, Faith!"

  The troll's arm swept my legs out from beneath me and it came surging up over the railing at the side of the bridge, too supple and swift for its bulk. Its burning eyes focused on the fleeing Faith, and more of its slimy drool spattered out of its mouth. It scythed its cleaver through the air and crouched to leap after the child.

  I got my feet under me, screamed, and threw myself at the troll's leg, swinging my long legs around to tangle with the creature's. It roared in fury and went down in a tumble with me. I heard myself cackling and decided, without a doubt, that I had at least one screw loose.

  The troll caught me by the corner of my jacket and threw me against the railing hard enough to make me see stars.

  "Wizard," Gogoth snarled, spitting drool and foam. The cleaver swept the air again and the troll stalked towards me. "Now you die and Gogoth chew you bones."

  I gathered myself to my feet, but it was too late. There was no way I could run, or throw myself over the railing in time.

  Faith screamed, "Harry!" and a brilliant flash of pink light flooded the bridge and made the troll whip its ugly head towards the far side of the river. I ducked to my left and ran, towards Faith and away from the troll. I looked up, and saw Nick's car roaring towards the bridge at enough speed to tell me that my partner had seen that something was going on.

  The troll followed me, and though I had gained a few paces on it, I had the sinking realization that the beast was lighter on its feet than I was. There was a whistling sound of the cleaver cutting air, and I felt something skim past my scalp. I bobbed to my right, ducking, and the second swipe missed by an even narrower margin. I stumbled, and fell, and the troll was on top of me in a heartbeat. I rolled in time to see it lift its bloodstained cleaver high above it, to feel its drool splatter onto my chest.

  "Wizard!" the troll bellowed.

  There was a yell and then the cop, the one who had followed us before, hurled herself onto the troll's back and locked her nightstick across his throat. She gave the stick a practiced twist, and the troll's eyes bulged. The huge cleaver clanged as it tumbled from Gogoth's grip and hit the pavement.

  The cop leaned back, making the troll's spine arch into a bow – but this wasn't a man she was dealing with. The thing twisted his head, squirmed, and popped out of her grip, then opened his jaws in frenzied roar that literally blew the patrolman's cap off of her head and sent her stumbling back with a wide-eyed stare. The troll, maddened, slammed one fist into the pavement, cracking it, and drew the other back to drive towards her skull.

  "Hey ugly," I shouted.

  The troll turned in time to see me grunt and swing the massive cleaver at its side.

  The rotten, grimy flesh just beneath its ribs split open with a howl of sound and a burst of motion. Gogoth leaned his head back and let out a high-pitched, wailing yowl. I backed off, knowing what came next.

  The poor cop stared in white-faced horror as the troll's wound split and dozens, hundreds, thousands of tiny, wriggli
ng figures poured out of the split in its flesh, squalling and squealing. The massive thews of the beast deflated like old basketballs, slowly sinking in upon themselves as the bridge became littered with a myriad of tiny trolls, their ugly little heads no bigger than a president on a coin. They poured out of Gogoth in a flood, spilling onto the bridge in a writhing, wriggling horde.

  The troll's cheeks sunk, and its eyes vanished. Its mouth opened in a slack-jawed yawn, and, as the leathery, grimy sack of tiny trolls emptied, it sank to the ground until it lay there like a discarded, disgusting raincoat.

  The cop stared, mouth wide, attempting to form words of a prayer or a curse. Nick's headlights whirled and spilled across the bridge, and with twice ten thousand screams of protest, the tiny trolls dispersed before the light in all directions.

  A few seconds later, there were only myself, Faith, the cop, and Nick, approaching us across the bridge. Faith threw herself at me and gave me a quick hug around the waist. Her eyes were bright with excitement. "That was the most disgusting thing I have ever seen. I want to be a wizard when I grow up."

  "That was… was…" the cop said, stunned. She was short, stocky, and the loss of her cap revealed tightly braided, pale hair.

  I winked down at Faith, and nodded to the cop. "A troll. I know." I walked over to the cap and dusted it off. A few trolls, squealing protest, fell to the street and scampered away. The cop watched with stunned eyes. "Hey, thanks a lot for the help officer…" I squinted down at her badge. "Murphy." I smiled and offered her the hat.

  She took it with numb fingers. "Oh, Jesus. I really have lost it." She blinked a few times and then scowled up at my face. "You. You're the perp on the Astor kidnaping."

  I opened my mouth to defend myself, but I needn't have bothered.

  "Are you kidding?" Faith Astor sneered. "This… buffoon? Kidnap me? He couldn't bum a cigarette off the Marlboro man." She turned towards me and gave me a wink. Then offered both her wrists out to Murphy. "I admit it, officer. I ran away. Take me to the pokey and throw away the key."

  Murphy, to her credit, seemed to be handling things fairly well for someone who had just confronted the monster under the bed. She recovered her nightstick and went to Faith, examining her for injuries before directing a suspicious gaze at Nick and me.

  "Hoo boy," Nick said, planting his stocky bulk squarely beside mine. "Here it comes. You get the top bunk, stilts, but I'm not going to pick up your soap in the shower."

  The cop looked at me and Nick. Then at the girl. Then, more thoughtfully, at the leathery lump that had been Gogoth the troll. Her eyes flashed back to Nick and me and she said, "Aren't you two the ones who run Ragged Angel? The agency that looks for lost kids."

  "I run it," Nick said, his voice resigned. "He works for me."

  "Yeah, what he said," I threw in, just to let Nick know that he wasn't going to the big house alone.

  Murphy nodded, and eyed the girl. "Are you all right, honey?"

  Faith sniffed, and smiled up at Murphy. "A little hungry, and I could use something to clean up these scrapes. But other than that, I'm quite well."

  "And these two didn't kidnap you?"

  Faith snorted. "Please."

  Murphy nodded and then jabbed her nightstick at Nick and me. "I got to call this in. You two vanish before my partner gets here." She glanced down at Faith, and winked. Faith grinned up at her in return.

  Murphy took the girl back towards the far side of the bridge, and the other police units. Nick and I ambled back towards his car. Nick's broad, honest face was set in an expression of nervous glee. "I can't believe it," he said. "I can't believe that happened. Was that the troll, what's-his-name?"

  "That was Gogoth," I said cheerfully. "Nothing bigger than a bread crumb is going to be bothered by trolls on this bridge for a long, long time."

  "I can't believe it," Nick said again. "I thought we were so dead. I can't believe it."

  I glanced back over the bridge. On the far side, the girl was standing up on her tiptoes, waving. Soft pink light flowed from the ring on her right thumb. I could see the smile on her face. The cop was watching me, too, her expression thoughtful. It turned into a smile.

  Modern living might suck. And the world we've made can be a dark place. But at least I don't have to be there alone.

  I put an arm around Nick's shoulders, and grinned at him. "It's like I keep telling you, man. You've got to have faith."

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