Tricked

You’d think they’d use some pine or juniper or something. «
    Granuaile frowned. » Yeah, that is 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’áádiis anymore.
    » What do they do with the buckskin? «
    » In the Diné 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 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 cocking something up—oh, shit. « 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 ch’áádiis 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, shit, « 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’áádiis 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’áádiis 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’áádiis 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.

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 assassin 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 assist 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