"Gotta thank you, Mr. Druid," Coyote said. "Haven"t been able to get a shot at these boys in a long time."
Joe nodded. "That"s right. This time we should be able to take care of them."
"Take care of them how?" I gestured at the red gasoline containers. "You going to burn the bodies?"
"Well, for a start. If we stopped there, then the First World spirits could take off," Coyote explained.
I was lost for a moment, but then I nodded. "Oh, I see. Because they"re bound to the ch"diis ch"diis and the and the ch"diis ch"diis are bound to the bodies." are bound to the bodies."
"Right. So if we just burn "em and disperse the ghosts, then they"ll hightail it to Window Rock or someplace, turning regular a.s.sholes into superfast shape-shifting cannibal a.s.sholes."
"Don"t you have a ritual to combat these guys?"
Coyote lifted his hat and scratched his head. "Well, Mr. Druid, it"s all defense and no offense. It"s protection like the Blessing Way, and there"s some exorcism in the Enemy Way-but there"s nothin" to kill "em with. All the killing rituals are on their side-"cause they"re practicin" killing rituals are on their side-"cause they"re practicin" a"h a"h, the Witchery Way. Sometimes we get lucky and can turn their own spells against "em. But these guys got smart and stopped doin" ceremonies like that a long time ago, stopped spreadin" their corpse powder around. Ain"t a doubt in my mind these spirits were behind that. They used their speed and strength to kill people and left me an" the hataaiis hataaiis nothin" to work with." nothin" to work with."
"So how do you kill them?"
"You can"t can"t kill "em," Joe said, his voice cut with a note of impatience. "They"re d.a.m.n spirits. All you can do is send "em somewhere else-somewhere safe." kill "em," Joe said, his voice cut with a note of impatience. "They"re d.a.m.n spirits. All you can do is send "em somewhere else-somewhere safe."
"An" that means sendin" "em back to First World," Coyote said. "These things have been playin" around up here for far too long. Once we get "em back there, they"ll be stuck."
"Why would they be stuck?" Granuaile asked. "Is there flypaper for spirits down there or something?"
Joe laughed and squatted down on his haunches to untie his jish jish. "That"d be nice, "cause then they wouldn"t bother us when we visit. But Coyote means they won"t be able to leave First World again. The doorway to Second World was closed long ago, an" now only he an" I can go back there an" return again." He peered up at Coyote. "We"re gonna need to get these caltrops outta the way, though, before we can start."
Granuaile said, "There"s a couple of brooms in the hogan. I"ll go grab them." As her footsteps crunched behind me, I felt foolish standing there with a naked sword, so I gingerly crept back into the circle, keeping my distance from the skinwalker"s body, and recovered the scabbard. I sheathed Moralltach and slung it over my back. Coyote tossed his manila envelope onto the ground behind him; whatever was in there wasn"t important to him right now.
Inside Joe"s jish jish were some feathers, rattles, pouches of were some feathers, rattles, pouches of herbs, and two sacred buckskins. He divided the contents with Coyote. herbs, and two sacred buckskins. He divided the contents with Coyote.
When Granuaile returned with two brooms, we carefully brushed all the caltrops to the south side against the wall. She saw Frank there and quietly said, "He was such a sweet man. How did he die?"
"Heart attack. They didn"t get him, though. Other way around."
She didn"t reply, only nodded, and then leaned her broom up against the wall of the b.u.t.te. The two Coyotes were murmuring to each other in their own language. When they finished, Joe set off toward the other skinwalker, who had fallen to his death some thirty yards away to the west. Coyote stepped closer to the blackened one that Frank had killed and motioned us over.
"Wanna tell ya somethin" in case somethin"-well, just in case, all right? See, in the beginnin", me an" Joe weren"t much differ"nt than that thing you see there." He pointed at the boiling blackness of the First World spirit. "Except we were a whole lot s.e.xier, o" course. First Man and First Woman, they were spirits of the air too. We were people of mist, if you wanna think about it that way. An" as we rose up through the worlds, we changed, an" these bodies were given to us by the Holy People." He tossed his head toward the spirits before continuing, "These f.u.c.kers, however, came up with us from First World, but they never got their bodies. They"re unevolved, see? Unless you wanna count the fact that they"ve turned from plain ornery to pigs.h.i.t evil. Thing is, like Joe said, we can"t do anything to "em when they"re spirits. So we"re gonna give "em bodies. Their own bodies, not somebody else"s body they can possess and turn to the Witchery Way. Then we step on "em."
"Beg your pardon?" Granuaile said.
"They"re insects," Coyote said. "Not sure what kind.
Could be ants, could be those hard-sh.e.l.led biga.s.s beetles, could be dragonflies or locusts, but insects no matter what. When we get through with this ceremony, they"ll be bugs, and we can kill "em easy and send "em back to First World. They won"t be coming back, though. So you two can help by kinda standin" over there." He pointed to a s.p.a.ce between the two skinwalker corpses. "Once they"re bugs, they"re gonna try to get away-they"ll skitter around or fly or somethin"-and we could use your help to chase "em down." Could be ants, could be those hard-sh.e.l.led biga.s.s beetles, could be dragonflies or locusts, but insects no matter what. When we get through with this ceremony, they"ll be bugs, and we can kill "em easy and send "em back to First World. They won"t be coming back, though. So you two can help by kinda standin" over there." He pointed to a s.p.a.ce between the two skinwalker corpses. "Once they"re bugs, they"re gonna try to get away-they"ll skitter around or fly or somethin"-and we could use your help to chase "em down."
"What if they do get away?" Granuaile asked.
Coyote shrugged. "Ain"t that big a deal. What"s the average life span of a bug? They"ll die eventually. A bird will eat "em if we"re lucky. They"ll be on the slow train to First World instead of the express, that"s all. The important thing is they"ll be mortal and won"t be able to harm anyone after this. We"re gonna get started now before the ch"dii ch"dii start to disperse, all right?" start to disperse, all right?"
He bent down and grabbed a pouch of corn pollen and an eagle feather.
"Um-" I said, but Coyote started to sing before I could form a coherent question, and I knew he wouldn"t stop for my benefit now that he"d begun. Joe"s voice joined in from over by the other skinwalker, and that left Granuaile and me with nothing to do but worry.
My apprentice asked the philosophical question first. "Is he trying to create something out of nothing, sensei? Can he do that?"
"I"m not sure," I said. "Maybe."
"But how?"
"I don"t know. Let"s go stand over there where he asked us to."
Granuaile kept talking as we moved. "Don"t you know how the stories went? How did First Man and First Woman get their bodies? You can"t tell me you don"t remember."
"Well, I"m fairly certain the process didn"t involve gasoline," I said, watching the two Coyotes sprinkle gas on the skinwalkers" bodies as they sang and danced around them clockwise.
She snorted. "That"s a safe bet."
"I understand why they"re doing it: They have to unbind the spirit from the ch"dii ch"dii before they can shove it into a body. It just seems to be a very modern way to do it. You"d think they"d use some pine or juniper or something." before they can shove it into a body. It just seems to be a very modern way to do it. You"d think they"d use some pine or juniper or something."
Granuaile frowned. "Yeah, that is is weird. He seemed like he was in a hurry, though." weird. He seemed like he was in a hurry, though."
"True. And it"s not an important part of giving the spirit a body. The buckskin has a lot to do with that." Both Coyotes had set the bodies on fire now and the spirits were billowing, straining to get away. They definitely did not like the light. Nor did they want to be bound to those ch"diis ch"diis anymore. anymore.
"What do they do with the buckskin?"
"In the Dine Bahane" Dine Bahane", there are a few different stories where the Holy People gave spirits a corporeal form. Usually they covered up corn or special stones with sacred buckskins and then invited the Wind to blow underneath the skin. Nilch"i Nilch"i was the name of the Wind, and it always had to blow four times-four was an important number. But the idea was that you had a Breath of Life thing going on there, like you see in many creation stories." was the name of the Wind, and it always had to blow four times-four was an important number. But the idea was that you had a Breath of Life thing going on there, like you see in many creation stories."
"Oh, cool." Granuaile flashed a quick smile at me. "I like how certain ideas seem to be almost universal."
"I dig that too. It"s cool how almost every culture has some sort of trickster figure like Coyote, who"s always c.o.c.king something up-oh, s.h.i.t." I paled.
"What?"
"This could be very bad." The Coyotes had unfurled their sacred buckskins over the burning bodies and briefly let them rest on top, smothering the flames before lifting the buckskins and letting the Wind blow underneath them for the first time. The resulting plume of smoke and ash was made worse by the enraged briefly let them rest on top, smothering the flames before lifting the buckskins and letting the Wind blow underneath them for the first time. The resulting plume of smoke and ash was made worse by the enraged ch"diis ch"diis and spirits. and spirits.
"Coyote is one of the First People, not one of the Holy People," I pointed out. He didn"t have the same powers of creation. Granuaile understood right away.
"Oh, s.h.i.t," she breathed, as the Coyotes dropped the buckskins a second time and lifted them again, inviting the Wind to blow. In my magical sight, I saw the ch"diis ch"diis weakening and the spirits straining mightily to break free. weakening and the spirits straining mightily to break free.
"Yeah. And there"s a whole series of tales where Coyote tries to imitate Badger and Wolf and so on, and every time he does, he fails spectacularly."
"Fails as in nothing happens, or fails as in something explodes?"
The Coyotes dropped their buckskins a third time, and when they rose again to invite the Wind to blow, the ch"diis ch"diis were almost gone. The spirits would be free the next time they raised those skins. Or they"d be trapped inside the form of a bug. were almost gone. The spirits would be free the next time they raised those skins. Or they"d be trapped inside the form of a bug.
"Depends on the story. A bit of both." Without realizing it, I had drawn Moralltach and set myself in a defensive stance.
"Gah! Can"t we do something?"
"Hope nothing happens," I said, watching the buckskins fall for the fourth time. But when the Coyotes lifted them from the fire, something happened: Instead of smoke and ch"diis ch"diis and spirits, giant locusts the size of half-ton pickups erupted from underneath them, and the source of that torn-metal skinwalker scream became woefully clear. It was also clear we would not be stepping on these bugs. and spirits, giant locusts the size of half-ton pickups erupted from underneath them, and the source of that torn-metal skinwalker scream became woefully clear. It was also clear we would not be stepping on these bugs.
"Run for the hogan!" I shouted over the noise, giving her a tiny shove in that direction. She would have to run around, because Coyote"s locust was between us. I began a charge at it but then halted as it fluttered enormous wings-the sound and wind was like a helicopter taking off-and leapt out of the fire. It pivoted and seized Coyote with its front legs and bit off his head, hat and all. A fevered glance backward showed that Joe was also abruptly on the menu. Occupied as they were with their Coyote Crunch "n" Munch, the horrors didn"t forget about us. They shifted their giant back legs a bit and fixed their nasty compound eyes on our progress. Granuaile and I were next. her a tiny shove in that direction. She would have to run around, because Coyote"s locust was between us. I began a charge at it but then halted as it fluttered enormous wings-the sound and wind was like a helicopter taking off-and leapt out of the fire. It pivoted and seized Coyote with its front legs and bit off his head, hat and all. A fevered glance backward showed that Joe was also abruptly on the menu. Occupied as they were with their Coyote Crunch "n" Munch, the horrors didn"t forget about us. They shifted their giant back legs a bit and fixed their nasty compound eyes on our progress. Granuaile and I were next.
Chapter 31
I admit that I froze, and it wasn"t just because I was scared. I was woefully unprepared.
Locusts of Unusual Size weren"t supposed to exist. I had seen a large insect fairly recently, but it was a type of a.s.sa.s.sin beetle called a wheel bug, and it wasn"t really a bug at all but rather a demon using that shape to scare the bejesus out of people. Demons don"t belong on this plane, and Gaia has no trouble giving me an a.s.sist in dealing with them. I could use Cold Fire on them or summon the local elemental to throw down for me-which is what Sonora had done in that case. But these weren"t demons; as far as Gaia was concerned, they were natural creatures-just big"uns-so that meant magic was off limits, and Colorado wouldn"t lift a pebble to help me fight them directly. I turned off my faerie specs since they wouldn"t help me anymore, but left night vision on.
Normally bugs don"t grow more than six inches in length, due to the limitations of their tracheal systems, and all that heavy chitin they have to lug around has got to be a drag. Coyote had screwed that all up. He gave these bugs plenty of Wind-way too much, in point of fact-and those old First World spirits took full advantage of the chance to be on top of the food chain. The spirits of these locusts hadn"t been raised on a diet of grains but rather on human flesh whenever they could get it. If they lived to reproduce, cities would have to invest in antiaircraft batteries to protect their citizens from swarms. Locusts would descend on small towns and eat people like corn on the cob. Did FEMA have a contingency plan in place for something like that? grains but rather on human flesh whenever they could get it. If they lived to reproduce, cities would have to invest in antiaircraft batteries to protect their citizens from swarms. Locusts would descend on small towns and eat people like corn on the cob. Did FEMA have a contingency plan in place for something like that?
I found myself missing Mr. Semerdjian and his garage full of rocket-propelled grenade launchers. And again I missed Fragarach-I doubted Moralltach would make a dent in the locusts" armor. It was green and sleek and looked like it was made of that impenetrable counter-top material. But...maybe I could pull a Rancor? You don"t find hard, chitinous exoskeleton on the inside of a bug. I almost immediately discarded that thought, because those multiple mandibles-blades and feelers and way more moving parts than a mouth should have-were alarmingly efficient at chewing up Coyote. But after checking to make sure Granuaile was still running for the hogan, I charged anyway, yelling as I went to snare its attention.
When one doesn"t have Fragarach handy, the answer to strong armor is stronger blunt force; a baseball bat will do more damage than a sword blade. Confined to a large, bulky body, the spirit didn"t have unnatural speed anymore-it had the speed of a gra.s.shopper, to be sure, but that wasn"t impossible for me to match. Boosting my speed and strength and transferring Moralltach to my left hand, I bent down and scooped up a stone the size of a softball, like a shortstop on a 63 play. First base in this case was the locust"s left eye. I whipped it at him, but he saw it coming and flinched away. Rather than hitting his eye, the stone caught him on the side of the mouth, knocking the lower half of Coyote"s body loose with a slurping noise, which was quickly followed by a keening screech. One of those little twitching maxilla thingies was hanging loose and slack now, and the creature leapt away, fluttering its wings with a low rumble of thunder. creature leapt away, fluttering its wings with a low rumble of thunder.
"Aw, he got a widdle toof ache."
The spirits probably had to deal with pain in a whole new way now that they had their own physical housings-dealing with it, period, would be a new sensation for them. I figured they"d let their human hosts feel most of the pain before-even with the fire, they"d fled the light more than the heat-but now they didn"t have a choice. Casting a quick glance at the hogan, I saw Granuaile disappearing around to the east side, where the door was. That seemed like a good idea, with one hopper distracted and the other one still munching away on Joe, so I swerved in that direction myself.
I swerved too soon.
The locust decided that the best way to deal with pain was to go after the thing that caused it. It wasn"t the correct lesson I"d wanted it to learn from the experience-but, then, if they weren"t used to feeling pain, then they weren"t used to fearing it either. The sound of its wings gave me a warning, but it was in the air so quickly that it was almost on me before I could spot it-directly above my head.
"There are only three things you can do when something falls from the sky," my archdruid used to say. "Get out of the way, get underneath some shelter, or give it some reason to change its mind about falling on you." Then he threw a p.i.s.sed-off rooster at me.
I had no shelter from the locust except for the hogan, which might as well have been in New Zealand for all the good it would do me now. Trying to scramble out of the way when the hopper literally had the drop on me would only give it more convenient access to my flesh. So I would let it fall on top of my sword.
I dropped to my back, using my left arm to cushion the impact while thrusting Moralltach directly above my face and locking my elbow. If Coyote"s demise offered any clue, it wanted my head. It tried to brush aside the sword with a leg as it fell, but instead of properly doing so by slapping the flat of the blade, its leg caught the edge and neatly severed itself. That meant it took the point directly in its nasty ten-part gra.s.shopper gob, falling directly down the blade until Moralltach erupted through the back of its head and kept going- my face and locking my elbow. If Coyote"s demise offered any clue, it wanted my head. It tried to brush aside the sword with a leg as it fell, but instead of properly doing so by slapping the flat of the blade, its leg caught the edge and neatly severed itself. That meant it took the point directly in its nasty ten-part gra.s.shopper gob, falling directly down the blade until Moralltach erupted through the back of its head and kept going-gahh- I hit my own head on the rock of the mesa and lost a fraction of a second there, during which the d.a.m.n thing continued to slide down my sword. I admit that I lost my s.h.i.t at that point, because the hilt didn"t stop anything and my hand and forearm disappeared into its mouth while its heavy, ichor-filled body thumped against mine like the world"s heaviest water balloon. It was dead and already turning black from Moralltach"s enchantment, but I couldn"t move. Something was dreadfully wrong with my hand and arm-I couldn"t move either of them, and it hurt like h.e.l.l. My blood was leaking down my arm, and though I logically knew I had won, my instincts were screaming that I was being eaten by the grossest thing in the entire world-which pretty much meant that I was screaming, period.
Hoppers have more than just mandibles; they have a labrum and labium and maxillae with segmented palps like spider"s legs, plus antennae waving around and those G.o.ds-awful alien eyes that stare without emotion while they eat your corn or wheat gra.s.s or whatever. I can reliably report that seeing any part of your body in the grasp of such mouth parts will freak your s.h.i.t right out. Give me a shark with straight up-and-down teeth every time if I"m going to be eaten; don"t give me these chitinous plates and stubby appendages that come in from the sides and tickle as they feed you into a crop before you go to a proper stomach.
I bucked and tried to yank free, but something inside had pierced me and held me fast, and I had such poor leverage that I couldn"t get out from under the creature anyway. My ribs reminded me that they weren"t in good condition either. I shut down the pain in hopes that it would allow me to think. A throbbing buzz startled me-perhaps the locust wasn"t dead after all? But then I remembered that there was another one... had pierced me and held me fast, and I had such poor leverage that I couldn"t get out from under the creature anyway. My ribs reminded me that they weren"t in good condition either. I shut down the pain in hopes that it would allow me to think. A throbbing buzz startled me-perhaps the locust wasn"t dead after all? But then I remembered that there was another one...
I turned my head and saw the second locust"s head approaching, six long legs splayed out from the sides; its perfectly working mouth parts were covered in Joe"s blood and twitching in antic.i.p.ation of sampling mine. Its dead eyes were fixed on me and I"m sure it had no trouble locating me by sound, because I was hollering incoherently in an attempt to die angry at maximum volume. Anger was kind of taking a backseat to fear, unfortunately, but I don"t think even my eternally irate father could keep his edge if he was unable to move or defend himself from becoming the main course on the all-night bug breakfast menu.
A bright light overhead distracted me- "All right, I heard you," Granuaile said. She was holding aloft one of the kerosene-soaked stakes we"d prepared to defend the SUV in the hogan; she"d lit it up as a makeshift torch. Standing directly to the left of my head-or to the right of the dead locust"s head-she kept her eyes on the other locust and breathed, "You"d better tell me they"re still afraid of fire though, or we"re toast."
The locust had stopped advancing. It remembered what fire was very well.
"Do you have any other weapons?" I asked.
"No, just this and a spare in my pocket. Get out of there."
"I can"t. I"m stuck."
"What do you mean, you"re stuck? Unstick yourself."
"I seriously can"t. I"m hooked on something inside its head."
"So do some magic."
"Like what? I can"t think of anything." Frank Herbert said that Fear is the mind-killer. He was a wise man.
"Well, look-I sort of can"t help you right now. Trying to outstare the spooky bug."
It was inching closer. Much too close for my comfort. It made little clicking and fluttering noises as it moved. I think most of the noise came from its mouth.
"Be careful, it"s much faster than you think."
Granuaile lunged at the locust with her torch and was rewarded with a small cringe and an unholy screech. But it didn"t fly away and leave us alone. We were too much like Lunchables, and this stalemate couldn"t go on forever.
"You have another stake, you said?"
"Yeah."
"Light it up and go for the wings."
"Oh! Right." She pulled another stake out of her pocket and lit it by touching the soaked end to the flame of her other one.
"Excellent. Throw the one you just lit over its head far back enough to hit the wings. Lob it like you"re playing Skee-Ball."
She switched the torches in her hand so that she could throw right-handed; the newly lit torch was flaring brighter and had a better chance of catching.
"Weapons hot," she said drily. Oh, what a fabulous Druid she was going to be, when she could make puns under pressure!
"Fire at will," I responded in the same tone.
She tossed the torch in a low arc over the locust"s head, and it backed up a couple of steps, then stopped, forgetting perhaps that it wasn"t a spirit anymore and it had a big, physical body behind its eyes. It c.o.c.ked its head, almost as if to say, "Ha-ha, you missed," and then found out Granuaile hadn"t missed after all. head, almost as if to say, "Ha-ha, you missed," and then found out Granuaile hadn"t missed after all.
I couldn"t see precisely how the torch landed, nor could Granuaile, but the locust certainly reacted. It hopped back-it wasn"t going forward when Granuaile still had the other torch-and fluttered its wings a tiny bit, landing only twenty yards or so away. It repeated this a couple of more times, hopping to either side, but that didn"t help. Then it leapt up high in desperation and tried to fly with a full extension of its wings, but that resulted in a crazy spiraling crash back to the mesa, its wings on fire, fanned to a cheerful blaze by its own efforts. We saw that the stake had lodged itself point first into the joint where the wings attached to the thorax. The noise it made wasn"t threatening or terrifying now but rather comforting. It hadn"t ever heard of stop, drop, and roll, so all its flailing did nothing but feed the flames more oxygen. The fire continued to spread along the locust"s body and I was able to return my attention to my predicament.
"That was excellent, Granuaile. Feel like tearing apart this head for me now?"
"Um," she replied. I looked up at her and she wasn"t paying attention to me at all. Her gaze was directed back at the hogan, and I followed the line of her sight until I spied a large crow resting on the roof of the hogan. Its eyes were red, but they faded to black even as I watched.
"Good evening, Siodhachan," the Morrigan said.
"Have you been there all this while?" I asked, outraged.
"I only just arrived."