Testing the Metal and Testing Their Mettle
#34 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Edward lifted up the metal bottom
and exposed the contents. Inside was a folded piece of leather, worked thin and
sewn like a little envelope. He pulled it out and opened it up. The contents
dropped into his hand.It was a lone ring, and not an
attractive one at that. It wasn't ugly; but it was silver in color and he
wondered immediately why it wasn't burning him. It felt cool, like all metal
did, leastwise before his transformation had soured him on silver. To him, it looked more like a something made by
a modern craftsman. In days gone by it was all ornate gold and gemstones, not a
simple piece of polished...alloy?Maggie was the first to note that
it didn't burn. "I take it it's not silver."He held it up and looked through
it, seeing if there were any marks on it. It seemed to be seamless. It was
smooth inside and out. "I don't think so.""Put it on!""Here goes nothing!"He slipped it over his ring finger,
knowing full well his finger was too large to allow it to fully seat itself. It
slipped over his knuckle and landed just where it should.""What the hell?""What?""Didn't you see that? This ring
should never have fit, but it just did."Maggie touched it. "Do you feel any
different?""No, not really." He slipped the
ring off. It very distinctly shrunk back down to size. Maggie put it on. Again,
it changed, becoming smaller to fit her finger. Billy tried it next, but
nothing happened. "Figures!"Everyone tried it on, and with the
exception of poor Billy, it changed to fit the wearer's finger. But outside of
this unnatural trick, it did nothing else. It was Maggie who put her mind to it.
She held the ring in her hand and thought and thought. Everyone waited
patiently while she pondered.All at once she flipped pages in
the book. "Can anyone read this?"Rey took the book from her. "This
is pointless Maggie dear. It has nothing to do with...""Read it!""Fine dear. No need to get snippy!"He cleared his throat and read ahead
to get an idea of the contents. He had read this page a long time ago, but it
was just as pointless as before as it was now.And
thus the Baetylus was carried to Pessinus, where it resided for many years. It
was later removed to Rome by Marcus Aurelius Antonius and worshiped there until
his death. The Baetylus was then removed
by the kind for safekeeping. Except for one small fragment retained by the
Medici family, the stone has been ordered to be buried in an undisclosed
location."That's it. That's all it says.""What's a baetylus?""It's a rock superstitious people used
to worship.""A rock. What kind of rock?""I don't know dear. In some cases,
it was thought that they were meteorites."She pointed to the ancient illustration.
"Like this, falling from the sky?""Yes dear, just like that."And what's this supposed to be?""I assume that's the moon.""And where does it look like this
stone is falling from?""I guess you could say the moon.""Right. So, to someone out there, a
meteorite might very well have been considered to be from the moon. A
Moonstone.""I don't get..." Rey looked like he
had been stabbed through the heart with a dagger of silver. "Young lady, outside
of Billy here, you have got to have one of the brightest minds in the werewolf
collective."Edward shrugged. "I'd have to agree
because I didn't follow a damn thing you guys said."Billy caught on. "I get it. This
ring was made from a chunk of meteorite. And for some reason it can change to
fit the size of the wearer's finger. Weird. It's a neat trick and all, but
what's the point?"Rey closed the book. "A good
question. That it has power is obvious, but it has no practical value outside
of being sort of a parlor trick. And even then, it only works on those who can
change. It won't react for Billy. So what does it mean? Any werewolf can wear
it, but outside of that, it's useless."Maggie stomped her feet. "You old fogies
give up too easily. If people were willing to die to protect this ring, then
there is more to it than you seem to know. Why would a ring change size?
Obviously so that more than one person could wear it. Why?""We don't know dear, but something
tells me you're going to figure it out." It was Sophia and her smile was huge."A fairly normally person, no
offense intended," she nodded to Billy, "can wear it, but it won't accommodate
to fit his finger. Why?'"Go on...""Because as a human, or something
close enough to it, he doesn't need it.""Need it for what?""I don't know!" She put it on and
willed something to happen. Nothing did. In anger she smashed her hand down on
the table. Edward's small box of personal effects, which had been sitting there
as part of the explanation of events, went flying through the air. Maggie
realized her error and grabbed for it as the contents flew out in an arc. She
snatched a few items, and after the stuff finished scattering, helped to put it
away again.She dropped a few items into the
box and scrambled to gather more. Her father was sitting there dumbfounded. "Maggie?""What?""Did you see what you were just
holding?""No. Did I break something?""No. Pick up one of my dimes.""Why? Are you feeling sadistic?""No. You just dropped one of them
into the box.""No way!" She reached in, and
turning her head so that she didn't have to see her flesh burning, gingerly
grabbed one of the coins. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed. Then she
stopped and relaxed. "It doesn't burn!"Billy was wearing some of this
jewelry and she grabbed it and squeezed it in her hand. No reaction. "The ring!
It protects the one wearing it from harm! I can touch silver and I'm fine!"Marcus shook his head. "What a
waste!""Come again?"He looked up and realized how what
he said sounded to their ears. "Sorry. I was just thinking that if Jack and
Mary had this on, they'd still be alive today."Sophia hushed him. "Only one person
can wear it at a time. Would you wear it if you couldn't protect me at the same
time?""You have a point. If you died, I'd
rather die too.""Then leave it be. What has
happened; happened. We can't change it.
I'm guessing that all along this was meant to be for Edward here, and by
chance of by fate, it has finally come to him."Maggie handed the over to her
father. "But what for? Why would I ever need it?""Son, that remains to be seen.""OK, a better question. I get that
it protects from the one thing that can kill a werewolf outright, but who did this
belong to originally? And why did it come down through my family to me?"Maggie was grinning. "I think I get
part of it. I don't know who made the ring, but aren't the Medici's from
Italy?""Yes dear, that's right.""So doesn't it make sense that
someone from back then made it after, oh say; someone was holding that chunk of
rock and found that they were protected from the harms of silver?""Yes, I guess it does.""Then it somehow got passed down to
the Bourbon family. Why did it take three years to finally kill the Beast of Gévaudan?
Because as a werewolf she was wearing the ring! I'll bet that the guy who killed
her in the end had to get the ring off before he could finish the job."Reynaud was impressed. "It would
answer few questions. The ring would change with the changes in body size. And especially
if she was wearing as a feral, she would have been nearly invincible. So your
hypothesis has credence.""Ok. So then here's the million
dollar question? Why did someone want it to be so far away from France? It
seems like an awful lot of bother to hide it away."Marcus threw up his hands. "We
don't know. But if you think about it, it does make some sense. It could be
used as a weapon. A werewolf equipped with this ring would be invincible. No
one could stand up to him.""Or her." Edward
raised his eyebrows. "Does someone suddenly have aspirations?" She
giggled. "No. But you have to admit, this thing could come in handy. Can you
imagine being a werewolf loaded down in silver like Billy here, only in full
transformation? Now that would be bad ass!" "That
may be, but I don't think that anyone is going to be doing anything with it for
now. It's nice that you figured it out sweetheart, but I think that maybe we
should put it back in the box and lock it away. I don't foresee a problem but
you just never know what might happen if it's out and about. So until there
happens to be need for this, I say it goes back into hiding." Rey
seemed to agree. "I hate mysteries, but this one seems to be cleared up as much
as it's going to be. I agree with Edward. We need to find a place to hide it
again and separate the key as before." Maggie
voiced a dissenting opinion. "That seems sort of stupid. What harm is there in
keeping it available?" Edward
ruffled her hair. "Nothing dear. But since people died to keep it hidden, don't
you think that it would make sense to following their footsteps?" "No.
But I'm sure I'll get outvoted." Edward
took the ring and slid it into the leather pouch. He set it down on the table
and leaned back against the couch. "I think the bigger problem is figuring out
where to put it. We'll all have suggestions, but if one of us dies, and none of
the other's know where either the key or the box is, then we're back to square
one." "I
think we'll be fine son. We haven't had
a problem here in decades. Take it with you when you leave, and hide it
somewhere near you. While I doubt anyone would come looking for it anymore, you
never really know. If there are others out there that know of its existence,
then there is still some danger in having it around. But all life has an
element of danger to it, human or otherwise." Maggie
picked up the pouch and rolled it around in her fingers. "I think that's a
better solution than hiding it outright. Then you'd never know where it was." She set
the pouch into the hidden compartment and snapped the inside lid down before
closing it and locking it. She was just about to hand over the key when they
all heard a voice. "Well
it's about time." The
stranger standing there was packed to the gills with bright shiny metal. Both
of his pistols were museum antiques. And they were pointed right at the group. No one
moved. "I had given up hope of finding
any more werewolves. It seemed to me that they might have all been killed off.
The league has dwindled as the number of the kind has dwindled, but as long as
some of you remain, so shall we." Edward
squinted at the man. He had never seen him before in his life. Billy hadn't
either but he knew the voice. "You. You're the guy from the diner!" "Yes my
friend, that's right. If you're patient and wait long enough, the world in its
spinning brings you to where you need to be. I have waited a long time, and was
torn between here in the boondocks or searching the city of New York. Not as
much as a crumb for so long and then a plethora of choices. I took a lucky gamble
on this place since rumor had it there was once a community of your kind living
out here. So it seems that tale was true. So I must thank you for making my
task easier. I know every werewolf hunter there is, and you are not among them.
I am not so easily deceived." "Who
are and what do you want?" Edward was feeling his rage starting to build. "I
haven't used a name in a very long time. I am; in dextera Dei." Maggie growled. "What does
that mean?"Rey spoke out loud in a clear
voice. "The Right Hand of God.""Yes. And I shall relieve you of
Master Da Vinci's box. I have no desire to kill any of you. I am tired of
killing. But the Order has been given the duty of recovering the ring of the
Medici family and returning it to Rome.""And why would the pope want the
ring?"The man lowered his voice. "The
present pope knows nothing of the ring, nor did the pope before him, nor the
one before him. This papal bulla goes back to Alexander the Sixth and is
irrefutable until completed."Maggie was starting to sprout hair.
"So you've been killing people for centuries to fulfill the order of some old
religious guy who has been dead for centuries?""Little one, I do not argue with my
fate. I have a sacred duty. Now if you will please hand over the box, I can go
and you may live in peace." Edward was watching the man's arms. His
strength in holding up those ancient firearms was extraordinary. He wasn't
wavering in the least. He reached down and picked up the
box, throwing it sharply at the man's head. At the same time, and unexpectedly,
Maggie dived at the man. He dropped one gun to grab the box, but his other hand
squeezed the trigger. The boom was deafening!When the smoke cleared, the front
window was broken out and there was no sign of the intruder. A gun was lying on
the floor, and next to it, Maggie. She wasn't moving.