The Bone Doll's Twin by Lynn Flewelling

her village: a man boy and an old woman who carried a strange burden in a bag. Every divination she’d done as she awaited their arrival indicated that it was the Mother’s will. Lhel mustgive them whatever aid they asked. When Iya and Arkoniel did finally arrive, they claimed that a vision from their own moon god had brought them to her. Lhel had taken this as an auspicious sign.
    Still, she had been surprised at the nature of their request. Orëska must be a pale, milk-fed sort of magic, indeed, for two people possessed of such powerful souls not to have the craft to make a simple skin binding. Had she understood then the true depth of their ignorance, she might have tried to share more of her knowledge with them before the time came to use it.
    But she hadn’t understood until it was too late, until the moment her hand had faltered, letting the boy child draw his first breath. Iya would not wait for the necessary cleansing sacrifice. There was no time for anything but to complete the binding and flee, leaving the angry new spirit lost and alone.
    L hel balked again as the city gate came into sight ahead of them. “You cannot leave such a spirit earthbound!” she said again, struggling to free her wrist from Iya’s grasp. “It grows to a demon before you know it, and then what will you do, you who couldn’t bind it in the first place?”
    “I will deal with it.”
    “You are a fool.”
    Iya turned, bringing their faces close together. “I am saving your life, woman, and that of the child and her family! If the king’s wizard caught so much as a whiff of you we’d all be executed, starting with that baby. She’s all that matters now, not you or me or anyone else in this whole wretched land. It’s the will of Illior.”
    Once again, Lhel felt the massive power coursing through the wizard. Different Iya might be and possessed of unfamiliar magic, but there was no question that she was god-touched, and more than a match for Lhel. So she’d let herself be led away, leaving the child and itsskin-bound twin behind in the stinking city. She hoped Arkoniel had found a strong tree to hold the spirit down.
    T hey bought horses and traveled together for two days. Lhel said little, but prayed silently to the Mother for guidance. When they reached the edge of the highlands, she allowed Iya to give her into the care of a band of caravaneers heading west into the mountains. As they parted, Iya had even tried to make peace with her.
    “You did well, my friend,” she said, her hazel eyes sad as she took Lhel’s hands. “Stay safe in your mountains and all will be well. We must never meet again.”
    Lhel chose to ignore the thinly veiled threat. Fishing in a pouch at her belt, she drew out a little silver amulet made in the shape of a full moon flanked on either side by slender crescents. “For when the child takes woman form again.”
    Iya held it on her palm. “The Shield of the Mother.”
    “Keep it hidden. It’s only for women. As a boy, she must wear this.” She gave Iya a short hazel twig capped on both ends with burnished copper bands.
    Iya shook her head. “It’s too dangerous. I’m not the only wizard to have studied your ways.”
    “Then you keep them for her!” Lhel urged. “This child will need much magic to survive.”
    Iya closed her hand around the amulets, wood and silver together. “I will, I promise you. Farewell.”
    L hel stayed with the caravan for three days, and each day the black, cold weight of the dead child’s spirit lay heavier on her heart. Each night its cry grew louder in her dreams. She prayed to the shining Mother to show her why she had sent her here to create such a thing and what she must do to make the world right again.
    The Mother answered, and on the third night Lhel danced the dreamsleep dance for her guides, seducingaway just enough of their thoughts to remove any memory of her and the supplies she took with her.
    Guided by a waning white sliver of moon, she threw her