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The Jewel and Her Lapidary

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Author: Fran Wilde
Publisher: Publishing, 2016
Series: Gemworld: Book 1

1. The Jewel and Her Lapidary
2. The Fire Opal Mechanism
3. The Book of Gems

Book Type: Novelette
Genre: Fantasy
Sub-Genre Tags: High Fantasy
Sword and Sorcery
Magical Realism
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Hugo- and Nebula-nominated Novelette

The kingdom in the Valley has long sheltered under the protection of its Jewels and Lapidaries, the people bound to singing gemstones with the power to reshape hills, move rivers, and warp minds. That power has kept the peace and tranquility, and the kingdom has flourished.

Jewel Lin and her Lapidary Sima may be the last to enjoy that peace.

The Jeweled Court has been betrayed. As screaming raiders sweep down from the mountains, and Lapidary servants shatter under the pressure, the last princess of the Valley will have to summon up a strength she's never known. If she can assume her royal dignity, and if Sima can master the most dangerous gemstone in the land, they may be able to survive.


Visitors to the Jeweled Valley should expect rustic accommodations and varying degrees of adventure, as the area is both remote and not under protection of any State or Commonwealth.

There are two inns of varying reputation (p. 34) and attractive scenery, including walks to the Ruins (p. 30), the Variegated Riverbank (p. 29), and the stone formation colloquially known as the Jewel and Her Lapidary (p. 32).

The best place to find a guide is at the Deaf King, a tavern by the river (p. 33).

Local guides can become verbose on matters of history and legend. Indeed, some cannot discern between the two. Many locals will gladly inform you their forebears served at the Jeweled Court long ago. More than a few will declare their ancestors were Jewels--royalty who wore the region's ancient gems--or their assistants. This is likely untrue, as the last Jewels were murdered in a palace coup after six generations of peaceful rule.

...from A Guide to the Remote River Valleys, by M. Lankin, East Quadril

Strips of soft cloth bound the Jewel Lin's hands behind her back, knotted as if they'd been tied in a hurry. When her head cleared enough for her to think of it, Lin slid her hands back and forth until the bindings loosened and she was able to bend her wrists and tug at the ties.

Her mouth felt dry as a stone. Her legs and feet tingled, as if she'd been sitting on them for hours at a strange angle. Sima, she thought. Where is Sima? Lin could not see anything. What happened? Sima would know. Or Aba.

An elbow pressed Lin's side in the darkness. Lin heard her lapidary grunt and wriggle, trying to release herself. Sima's kicking dislodged something heavy and dry that rattled like bones across the floor.

When Lin had freed her hands, she touched the cloth that covered her eyes and ears, then pulled at that knot too. The blindfold fell into her hands. It was strips from the veil Lin had worn since she was eleven.

On the rough ground nearby, the ancient bone Sima had kicked stared at them: a skull turned to opal, eye sockets stuffed with raw yellow topaz.

Lin knew where they were now. Far from her private quarters, where they'd drunk their evening tea and gone to sleep. They were below the moonstone hall, in the pit beside the throne. Where Aba had always threatened to put her as a child when she misbehaved.

Lin bit down on her fist, stifling a scream. She looked around the pit, expecting to see the rest of the Jeweled Court similarly bound. Light flickered through the grate above her head. Sima still wriggled beside her in the dark. But beyond Sima, she saw nothing but darkness and more ancient bones.

She reached for her lapidary's hands. She felt the cloth that bound them and discovered that it had been looped around the metal cuffs and chains that marked Sima not just as a gem-speaker but as a lapidary--Lin's own lapidary: the bound courtier to a royal Jewel. Sima had been blindfolded too, with cloth ripped from her blue lapidary's cloak. She'd been gagged as well.

Lin worked at the knots. We have been betrayed. The court. The valley.

No one else sat in the pit with them. Above, the muffled sounds grew louder. Lin heard running feet. Shouting. Someone howled.

Lin wanted to stuff her hand back in her mouth. She wanted to go back to her room and see her father in the morning. To tell him about her nightmare. Lights flickered through the grate over her head.

"No," Sima whimpered, panic edging her voice. "A lapidary must not--" She was looking up, through the grate. She had not addressed her words to Lin.

Must not do what? thought Lin. Which lapidary? Her thoughts were slow and muddled. The tea must have been drugged. What had happened to her family? They had ordered wine in the hall while they discussed matters of state, and she'd been told to retire.

Above them, a voice shouted, "Shattered! We are shattered. You should have listened to me!"

The voice was barely recognizable as belonging to the King's Lapidary. Sima's father.

"Stop," Sima begged, climbing to her feet. Tears ran down her cheeks, turning diamond in the moonlight. She put a hand against the wall to steady herself. "Let us out, let us help you. Father." Her last word was a wail.

The screams continued above their heads, wave after crashing wave of them.

Father. Lin called out, "Help us!" She shouted for the king while Sima called to the lapidary. Two daughters below. Two fathers above.

Sima looked at Lin with wide eyes. "He is gem-mad."

The King's Lapidary howled in answer. His words came faster and faster, tumbling through the grate. Their meaning was nearly drowned by his laughter. Lin caught her name. She heard "bargain" and "promise." The lapidary's voice rose to a high pitch and cracked.

Sharp metal struck stone. Sima grabbed her ears, holding tight to the metal bands that wrapped her earlobes. Through clenched teeth, she whispered, "A lapidary must obey their Jewel." The first vow a new lapidary took. Sima repeated the vow like a chant as a shriek pierced the room above them. Her face was white, but she pushed Lin away from the grate, whispering, "He's going to break the diamond; he'll break it and death will come. Cover your ears!"

When the stone shattered it made a noise like a mineshaft collapsing, and a scream, and a fire all at once. Sima's eyes rolled back and Lin scrambled to keep her courtier's head from hitting the hard pit walls. "It's all right," she whispered. Nothing was right. Where was her father? Where were her sisters and brothers? And their lapidaries?

The pit and its metal walls seemed to protect them from the gems, and from Sima's father. Above, a cry of pain reverberated through the hall. Then something like rain. Then weeping. She heard the clatter as the palace guard dropped their weapons en masse and tried to flee, feet pounding, across the great hall's moonstone tiles. She heard them fall, one by one.

Metal struck again. Sima threw up at Lin's feet.

"Father!" Lin shouted, hoping her voice would pass up through the grate. "What is happening?"

Instead of the king, the lapidary returned to kneel on the grate. His hands gripped the bars, charred black. His eyes looked bloodred in the moonlight. "Awake," he muttered. "Awake too soon. The commander has not yet come and you must cover your ears. You will be no good to me mad." His voice singsonged as he stood and laughed, then lurched away.

"Sima," Lin whispered. "What is he doing?"

Her lapidary whimpered. "He is breaking his vows, my Jewel. He has broken gems. Couldn't you hear? The Opaque Sapphire. The Death Astrion. The Steadfast Diamond. He is about to break the Star Cabochon. We have to stop him."

The Opaque Sapphire. The Jeweled Palace was visible to attackers without that gem. And she and Sima were trapped in the pit beside the throne. The astrion and the diamond. The borders were undefended.

All her life, Aba had made Lin recite the valley's legends. How the first gems had enslaved those who found them; how they had maddened those who could hear them. How the first Jewel, the Deaf King, had set a cabochon-cut ruby with metal and wire. How he'd bound those who heard the stones as well and named them lapidaries. Made them serve him instead of the gems. How the gems had protected the valley better than any army.

She'd made Lin learn what could happen if a lapidary broke their vows.

The screaming had quieted above them. Sima knelt and cupped her hands so that Lin could stand on them. Lin pressed on the grate with both hands. The heavy door lifted an inch, but little more. Lin climbed to Sima's shoulders.

"Here--" Sima handed Lin a long bone from the pit floor. They wedged the grate open and Lin pulled herself out. Looking around, she could not see the King's Lapidary. But as Sima pulled herself up using a stretch of Lin's robe, Lin saw her own father, lying on the ground. His eyes were clouded like ruined opals. His breath bubbled in the blood-flecked foam at his mouth. An amber goblet rolled on the floor near his fingers. The bodies of the rest of the court lay scattered. Sisters. Brothers. Aba. Lin bound her heart up with the words. Saw their lips too: blackened and covered with foam. Poison.

Sima crossed the hall, following a sound. A voice. In the courtyard beyond the throne, the King's Lapidary stood on the high wall. He pointed at Lin, before Sima moved to stand between them. "The Western Mountains are coming--I've promised them a powerful gem and one very fine Jewel to marry!" He began to laugh and shout again. "They are strong! Our gems are fading. Soon their only power will be to catch the eye. The Jeweled Valley must be protected. He wouldn't listen. I protected you!"

Lapidaries' lathes were smashed across the courtyard. Shards of the Intaglio Amethyst that mapped the valley's mines crunched under Sima's feet as she walked toward her father.

"You cannot betray your vows, Father. You promised."

Metal rained down on them as the gem-mad lapidary threw the chains and bracelets that had bound his arms and ears. "No longer!"

Sima sank to her knees in the courtyard and Lin fell beside her. They watched as the madman waited for his conquering army on the wall.

Then the King's Lapidary fell quiet for the first time since Lin woke.

The two girls listened, shaking in the cold, for the mountain army's drums. They wondered how long the palace's doors could hold. But no drums came. Only silence. The King's Lapidary climbed up on the lip of the palace wall. He turned to face the courtyard. His lips were pressed tight, his eyes rolled. He spread his arms wide. His hands clutched at the air.

Sima rose to her feet. Began to run toward the wall.

Without another word, the King's Lapidary leapt from the wall, his blue robe flapping, the chains on his wrists and ankles ringing in the air.

And before Lin could scream, the King's Lapidary crashed to the flagstones of the courtyard.

When Lin came to her senses, Sima was whispering to her sapphires and blue topaz, the ones that lined her veil. Calm, she whispered. Calm.

The valley's gems. In a gem-speaker's hands, Lin knew they amplified desire. When bezel-set and held by a trained lapidary, they had to obey: to protect, calm, compel. Only without their bezels, or in the presence of a wild gem-speaker or a gem-mad lapidary, could gems do worse things.

Sima's gems did calm Lin. She remained aware of what was happening, but they were smooth facets made out of fact; her terror was trapped within. She was the only one left. An army was coming. The court of the Jeweled Valley--which had known peace for four hundred years, since the Deaf King set the Star Cabochon--had been betrayed. Lin felt a keen rising in her chest.

"Make me stronger," she ordered Sima.

Sima tried her best. She whispered to the small topaz and diamonds at Lin's wrists and ears. Lin could not hear the gems, but she felt them acting on her. Compelling her to be calm. To think clearly. She took a breath. Stood.

"We will collect all the gems we can find, Sima," she said. "All the chain mail too."

They searched the bodies of the court for gems. Lin sewed the gems herself into one of her old gray cloaks.

When she rolled her eldest brother's body on its side to peel the ornamental chain mail from his chest, she wept, but it was a calm, slow weeping. The gems allowed her time to act. She would have to mourn later. She moved from one body to the next. Sima followed behind, tugging cloaks, searching pockets.

Sima removed the bands and chains from the fallen lapidaries, cutting the solder points with her father's diamond saw.

They returned to Lin's quarters in the heart of the palace and Lin wrapped herself in all of the chains she had collected. She pointed to the metal bands, the oaths meaningless now.

"You must do the rest," she told her lapidary.

Sima, whispering her vows, shook her head. "I cannot do this work, my Jewel. It will harm you."

The small betrayal made the lapidary wince.

"Sima, you must." Lin spoke calmly, and Sima pulled the cache of tools from her sleeve. She lit her torch. Attached bands at Lin's wrists and ankles. The metal grew hot. Lin felt her skin burn and thought of her sisters and brothers. Blisters rose where Sima's torch came too close. Lin ached for her father.

"The mountains wish a bride and a throne," Lin said. Her voice was flat. Her new veil hung heavy against her temples.

Sima added more chains to Lin's veil. When Lin demanded it, she spoke the binding verses she'd learned at her own father's side.

And then Sima backed out the door, latching it behind her. Lin listened to the lapidary's metal vows clattering and chiming on her arms as she sped away. To the river, Sima. Run.

The noises faded. The palace of the Jeweled Court fell silent.

And Lin, for the first time in her life, was completely alone.

Copyright © 2016 by Fran Wilde


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