Xone Of Contention (20 page)

“I've always believed that magic doesn't exist.” she said. “Sometimes long-held beliefs are mistaken. I think the practical thing to do is to try a thing to see whether it works.” She sucked on a milkweed pod getting the fresh milk.

“Possibly you are correct,” he said dubiously.

"Justin, you know an enormous amount about nature, but not much about romance. So don't take my word; just let yourself be natural with her. and see what happens. Whatever happens must be right. Isn't that so?

“Perhaps it is,” he conceded.

She had finished her pie. She was satisfied, she had set out to educate him, and might have done Breanna a considerable favor in the process. It was quid pro quo: Pia was monopolizing Justin by day, so she was enhancing him for Breanna by night.

The flap of a tent moved. Breanna emerged. “Oh, I must have overslept,” she said.

“It happens,” Pia said, not deceived. The girl had been listening. and she was no fool. Justin would be in for the night of his long life, tonight.

Breanna had no clothing. She fetched hers and took it back into the tent. She emerged a moment later, dressed. Justin had been with her all night, without clothing, but this was daylight; he seemed about ready to faint. And of course the girl had done it deliberately; she could have called for her clothing to be passed into the tent. No fool, indeed.

Then Edsel emerged from his tent. “What, am I the last one up?“ he asked. ”Oh, the shame of it!"

He was too theatrical. He had been listening too. Pia grabbed his clothing and tossed it to him before he could come out.

The others ate, and then they took down the tents and put the blankets and pillows in the boat, together with the rest of the pies. They were ready to travel.

“But where should we go?” Edsel asked. “We know what the problem is, but not what to do about it.”

“The Good Magician's castle,” Breanna said. “We'll ask him. He always has the answers.”

“However, there may be a complication,” Justin cautioned

“For sure,” Breanna agreed. “It's a challenge to get in, and he charges a year's service or the equivalent for each Answer.”

“But he does deliver,” Justin said.

Pia considered. “We can't do any year's service. We're here for only a few days.”

“Perhaps, considering the importance of the mission, he will make an exception,” Justin said.

“Also considering who else is involved in this exchange.” Breanna said. She meant Nimby, the Demon X(A/N)th.

Justin nodded. “Pertinent thought.”

“So let's go there,” Pia said. “Do you know the way.” “For sure. That's our job—to take you safely where you want to go.”

They got into the boat, and it paddled off downstream. That was faster than the upstream trip had been. Soon they came to the slows and the rapids. They moved out onto the land. That was the nice thing about this boat: it wasn't limited.

“We had better check in.” Edsel said. “It's that time.”

“For sure.” Breanna gave him the Ear.

“Edsel and Pia checking in,” he said into it Then he put it to his own ear, to hear its reply. He looked surprised. “Nimby and Chlorine didn't check in yet? Well, maybe they forgot. We'll check again, later.” He returned the Ear.

“Do you think they're in trouble?” Pia asked.

“Com Passion doesn't know. There was no indication of trouble yesterday, so maybe they're just late.”

“Maybe.” she agreed. But this made her uneasy. Then the boat stumbled and stopped moving. They hastily piled out and Justin looked. “You are missing some toes,” he said, appalled. Para bobbed, his way of nodding.

“But that's not supposed to happen,” Breanna protested. “His feet are magically protected.”

Justin looked around. “No wonder,” he said, advancing on a patch of milky white weeds. “You walked over lack toes. It's extremely intolerant. Even a protective spell may not suffice to counter it.”

“And if we had been walking, we'd be lacking toes too,” Breanna said, shuddering. “We must help Para get his toes back.”

Especially considering that riding in the boat was an awful lot easier than walking. But Pia kept her mouth shut; it wasn't a worthy thought. “Doesn't Xanth have healing springs?” Edsel asked. “Yes, but none close by here,” Justin said. “However, I believe there is a quack doctor in the area.”

Pia started to laugh, then realized that he wasn't joking. So she stifled it.

“Para's father was a quack,” Edsel said.

“And his mother was a dream boat.” Breanna said. “So a quack doctor should be fine.”

“Perhaps we can get directions.” Justin said

At that point a young man came from the path ahead. He wore a loose shirt and saggy trousers. Pia was closest, so she hailed him. "Hello.” She smiled winningly.

He paused. Young men tended to, when she hailed them and smiled.

“I am Pia, and I would really like some information.”

“I am Don. My talent is—”

“Yes, of course. Do know where the quack doctor is?” Then she stopped to stare.

For a young woman now stood where the man had been. She wore a shirt that was tight across the front, and trousers that were tight across the hack. “Changing gender at will.” she said. “That's his story. I am Dot."

“You—you're the same person?” Pia asked. She had seen some amazing things in Xanth, but nothing quite like this.

The man reappeared, with the clothing losing its spots of tightness. His hair was tied back in a ponytail that could have applied to either gender. “Yes. I do know where the quack doctor lives. That's her story. Right this way.”

He turned, and his hips flared: he was becoming the woman again.

“History—herstory,” Edsel murmured as they followed. “I get it—I think.”

“I guess she can see his story, and he can see hers,” Breanna said. “No battle of the sexes there.”

“But it does give new meaning to the term gender-bender,” Edsel said. He would.

They followed Dot/Don along another path. Pia verified that the person's clothing did not change with the gender; it was a unisex outfit that filled out in different regions according to the body beneath it. Probably a tunic would have been better, because it was more naturally pliable. She wondered what it would be like if Don/Dot wore no clothing. Edsel's eyes would inflate at sight of the woman, and deflate at sight of the man. What kind of a romantic life would such a person have?

They passed a handsome tree. Edsel was about to touch its trunk, but Justin stopped him. “No! That's reverse wood!”'

Edsel paused. “Does that mean what it sounds like?”

“Yes,” Breanna said. “Think of antimatter.”

Edsel abruptly stepped well back from the tree. “Antimatter—touch that and it's total destruction.”

“Not that extreme,” Justin said. ”But reverse wood is never to be taken for granted. It reverses magic, and you can seldom be sure what form that reversal will take."

Dot looked back. “I was delivered near that tree. I think it accounts for my talent The first time I touched it, it reversed me from a boy to a girl, and the second time, the other way. After a while I got so I could do it on my own,” Don concluded.

“I don't want to touch it,” Pia said. “I'm satisfied as a girl.”

“For sure,” Breanna agreed.

“Reverse wood does not necessarily reverse gender,” Justin said. “It may have no effect on a person, and merely reverse some thing a person touches it to. But I agree that we do not wish to experiment. I am surprised to discover it here; I had thought most such trees were destroyed some time ago.”

“That reminds me.” Don said. “When I was really little, this tree was a rotting stump. Then it formed into a gnarly old tree. Now it's a mature tree, healthier ”

“It is living backwards!” Justin said. “Reverse wood lives backwards. That makes perfect sense, though it had not occurred to me before ”

They moved on, and soon came to a shack where a number of ducks flocked. An old man sat on a stool, bandaging a duck's sore foot. This was obviously the quack doctor.

“Someone to see you, grandpa,” Dot said.

The man looked up. “Hello I'm Owen Cossaboon, quack doctor. What can I do for you?”

“You're Mundane,” Breanna said.

“Yes. I have no magic. That's why I'm a quack. But I do what I can.” He turned the bandaged duck loose.

“We have a patient for you,” Pia said. She beckoned to Para, who had hung back. The boat limped up.

“Oh, you ran afoul of the lack toes,” Owen said sympathetically “I thought we had cleaned out that patch, but it must have grown back.”

“Can you help?” Pia hardly relished the notion of walking a long way instead of riding.

“No, but maybe my daughter can.” He turned his head and called “Sharon!”

A woman in her mid 30's emerged from the house. “What—oh. look at that boat!”

“Para,” Pia said. “That's his name. He lost some toes.”

“Has he eaten anything from around here?”

“No,” Breanna said. “Para doesn't eat.”

“Yes, I can help,” Sharon said. She came and kneeled by the boat. She picked up an injuied foot and massaged it, and it’s webbing extended.

“You're healing it,” Pia said, surprised.

“Yes, but it's not much. I can heal only other folk's injuries,” Sharon said. “A few drops of healing elixir could do the same.” She picked up another foot.

“It's enough,” Pia said. She had seen a good deal of magic in Xanth. but it still could surprise her.

Soon all the duck feet were whole again. “Thank you.” Pia said, much relieved “What can we do for you folk in return?”

Owen glanced at her. “We don't seek any return favors. Just being useful is enough. Just being in Xanth is enough. And that's one remarkable boat.”

“Well, I'll give you something anyway,” Pia said. She leaned down and kissed him on the ear.

Owen blushed. That pleased her; it meant that she still had it, and it worked on strangers. While she would have bridled if anyone had called her insecure, she did appreciate evidence that she was as pretty as she had ever been. There was power in prettiness.

Edsel fidgeted; something was on his mind. “Maybe I'm missing something,” he said. “But if Sharon can heal a duck's feet, why did you have to bandage that other duck?”

Owen glanced at his daughter

“I can't heal local creatures,” Sharon said. “I think it's because of the ambiance of the reverse wood tree. Any creature who has eaten something here is immune to my healing. But Dad helps them. It just takes more time.”

They got into the boat. “Well, thanks again,” Breanna said. “We have to move on to the Good Magician's castle ”

“You will have to get across the Gap Chasm,” Owen said. “That may be a problem, unless Para can sprout wings ”

“Oops. I hadn't thought of that,” Breanna said. “But maybe we'll be able to find the invisible bridge.”

“Invisible?” Pia asked, not at all sure she liked the sound if it.

“You'll see.” Breanna said cheerfully “Or maybe won't see, as the case may be.”

They moved out. Pia had to admit it to herself: Xanth was getting to her. She liked it, and she liked the people she was encountering here. It was Edsel who had made the deal to get her here, in the hope that it would change her mind about their marriage. She had deemed that a forlorn hope of his, but his chances no longer seemed quite as remote. If she could just keep her nice body—but of course this wasn't really her body. It was a borrowed body, better than her own.

They returned to the main path and headed south. Soon it led into one of the enchanted paths, so that they could relax; they would be safe as long as they stayed on it.

By about noon they reached it. The Gap Chasm was an enormous cleft in the land, dropping awesomely far down. Pia felt a bit dizzy and ill peering down. The thought of crossing an invisible bridge hardly appealed; how would they know where the edge of it was?

They ranged along the brink. “The bridge isn't right by the path,” Breanna said. “This may be a long search.”

Pia was getting hungry. “Is it safe to forage here?”

“Perhaps I should accompany you,” Justin said diplomatically.

“Fine.” He was always such a gentleman that she wouldn't have minded his company even if she wasn't trying to learn all about nature.

They walked a bit away from the chasm. “Those berries look good.” Pia said.

“They are excellent, but not for eating,” he said. “Those are thimble-berries, useful for sewing.” He picked one. showing how it was hollow and fit over the tip of the finger.

Then she saw what looked like pies growing, except that they had projections on the sides. “How about those?”

“Now that's interesting,” he said. “Those are the very first of that variety I have seen in Xanth. I know them only from a description. They are Pie & Ears. Note the ears on the sides.”

So that was what they were. “Are they edible?”

“Oh, yes. certainly. But best to stay with the ones with ears.”

“Why?” she asked, picking one without looking.

“Because when they have legs, they—”

She looked. A pair of legs hung down from the one she held. Suddenly the legs moved. Alarmed, she dropped it—and the pie ran away into the brush. “They run away,” she said, understanding.

“Yes. Or—”

She was picking one with a smiley face on its surface. She lifted it to her opening mouth. The pie's eyes went round and its mouth formed an O of horror.

She set it down. “Point made.” She picked one with ears. They might hear, hut they didn't protest.

The others came for pies of their own. Then they settled down to do a thorough search for the invisible bridge. But befoee they got far, there was a distraction.

First there was the sound: a raucous screeching. Then there was the smell, as of week old garbage. “Uh-oh.” Breanna said.

“Perhaps it would be expedient to hide.” Justin suggested. “We are after all some distance from the enchanted path.”

“What is it—a sick dragon?” Pia asked.

“Worse,” Breanna said.

They hurried into the brush, but before they could get out of sight, the horror arrived. It was a flock of big ungainly birds. No. not birds— they had human female anatomy. They were harpies, but not similar to Handi Harpy. These were foul of mouth and feather.