And they wouldn’t know whether the destruction was adequate and permanent; there would be no way to test it in the dead area, or to reverse it there if it somehow made matters worse.

Melting the thing down so that it was no longer a mirror might put an end to the enchantment. Gresh tried to think how else one could destroy a mirror, besides smashing and melting.

Nothing came immediately to mind.

There was the question of whether this mirror was really the one they wanted destroyed. If he was right, and it was linked to another mirror in another world, then wouldn’t it be better to destroy that mirror, so that it could no longer cast reflections into this World?

How could he do that? He had no way to transport himself to that other reality, wherever and whatever it might be.

If he could somehow get to that other world, he wouldn’t even need to destroy the other mirror. If it were merely covered, so that no one could look into it, that would be enough to prevent any more spriggans or imitation Karanissas from appearing.

That wouldn’t do anything to the reflected spriggans that already existed, but somehow, Gresh did not find that such a terrible thought. He looked around the gloomy interior of the cave at the dozens of pop-eyes watching him from the various nooks and crannies.

The spriggans weren’t really so very bad. Yes, they got into things and made trouble, but they didn’t mean any harm. They just wanted to survive-and to have fun. Since they really were just solidified reflections, destroying the mirror might very well destroy them all.

Slaughtering half a million well-intentioned little creatures and wiping them from existence did not appeal to Gresh. As mere reflections the poor little things presumably had no souls-it took a specific sort of enchantment to make a mirror that captured souls, and he did not think Lugwiler’s Haunting Phantasm, no matter how altered, would do it. If they were killed, they would be gone utterly, with no chance at any sort of afterlife-there would be no spriggan ghosts, no spriggans in Heaven or the Nethervoid. Spriggans weren’t human, but they were bright enough to talk and to have figured out that the mirror was essential to their survival.

He didn’t want to kill them all, he realized. Send them somewhere else, perhaps, but not kill them.

He did want to stop the mirror from generating any more. If he could just cover the mirror in the real spriggans’ world, perhaps seal it away in a box…

Sealing away the receiving mirror hadn’t done any good, of course, but sealing away the sending mirror, so that there were no reflections to send, should work.

He could use the Spell of Reversal to send images of himself into the spriggans’ world, but judging by the pseudo-Karanissa they would arrive with no memory of who they were. The copy of Karanissa didn’t even know whether or not she was a witch. Gresh-images wouldn’t remember that the mirror had to be covered up or hidden away.

If there were some way to get a message to the spriggans themselves, surely they would cooperate-the reflected humans must have done a great deal of damage, and they wouldn’t want a repetition. He couldn’t send a reflected spriggan or human with instructions, since the new arrival would have no memory.

Well, he thought, looking at the imitation Karanissa, he couldn’t send spoken instructions that way. Karanissa’s dress had reflected, though…

“Hai,” he called. “Can any of you spriggans read?”

No one answered. He looked at the copy of Karanissa. “Can you read?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I think so.”

Gresh frowned, then reached into the box of magical powders and pulled out a jar. “Read that label,” he said.

The reflection of Karanissa looked at the original, then at the jar. She peered at the label. “It says ‘Lirrim’s Rectification,’” she told Gresh.

“So you can read.”

“Yes, I apparently can,” she agreed.

That meant it was possible for a reflected image to have the ability to read. Gresh hesitated, however, at the thought of setting another immortal giant loose among the real spriggans just to send them a message.

But then he realized he didn’t need to send another; the giants who were already there, however many there were, could undoubtedly read just fine-after all, this copy of Karanissa was a reflection of a reflection, not of the original. If she could read, then so could the copies already there.

But could spriggans?

“What’s going on in there?” asked a deep rumble. Gresh looked up to see the dragon that had been Tobas of Telven looking down at him. “How much longer are we going to be here? The sun is down, and even if you turn me human again, and we take off right now, it’ll probably be dark by the time we reach the keep. Why aren’t we doing… Who is that?”

The final question was spoken in an earth-shaking bellow, as the dragon noticed the presence of a second Karanissa. Spriggans squealed in terror.

“What did you do?” the dragon roared. “Where did it come from?”

“We were experimenting with the mirror,” Gresh said calmly. “I’ve figured out how it works and how to make it stop producing spriggans.”

As if to contradict his statement, a spriggan popped out of the mirror just then-the first one since he had first cast the Spell of Reversal. That fit his theory well enough; some brave spriggan had presumably finally ventured into the neighborhood of the other mirror. The new arrival looked up at the man, the two women, and the dragon, then shrieked and ran away into the darkness of the cave’s depths. Gresh heard other spriggans calling comfortingly to it.

“You have?” the dragon asked suspiciously. “What was that I just saw, then?”

“I said I know how to stop them, not that I’ve done it yet,” Gresh said.

“Of course. You did say that. There’s something else you haven’t done yet-you haven’t explained why there are two of my wife there.”

“That was an accident,” Gresh said. He pointed. “That’s Karanissa.” His finger moved. “And that’s a magical image of her that doesn’t have a name yet.”

“An image?” The dragon cocked his head and glared at the reflection with one baleful red eye. “Is it solid, or just an illusion?”

“I’m solid enough,” the image replied.

“It talks.”

“Oh, yes,” Gresh said. “In fact, it’s indestructible, just like a spriggan. I told you, we found out how the mirror works, and we did it by accidentally creating… well, her.”

“It’s permanent?”

“Very much so, yes.”

“Kara, what’s going on? What is that thing?”

Before the real Karanissa could reply, the copy shouted, “I’m a person! Stop calling me ‘it’ and talking about me as if I weren’t here!”

This outburst startled Gresh; until now the reflection had been calm and quiet and cooperative. Like Tobas, he hadn’t been thinking of it as entirely human-he had just been more tactful than the dragon. It seemed there was more to it than he had thought, though.

The dragon stared at the image for a moment; she stared angrily back. Gresh and Karanissa waited.

Finally the dragon said, “I’m sorry, whoever you are. I didn’t realize you were, well, real.”

“That’s better,” the reflection said, crossing her arms over her chest.

The dragon peered at her for a few seconds more, then asked, “But can someone explain to me what’s going on? Do we have the mirror? Can we take it with us and get out of here before it gets dark? How much longer do I need to be a dragon? Ali is getting upset.”

Gresh thought Alorria had been upset for quite some time now, but was not stupid enough to say so.

“I’m not sure what the situation is myself,” Karanissa answered.

“I don’t know what’s going on at all,” the reflection said.