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Rulebook Heavily
Sep 18, 2010

by FactsAreUseless
I am collecting quotes and writing to my local library. That may be the Indignant Grandma-iest thing I have ever done, but just look at this.

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LordAba
Oct 22, 2012

by FactsAreUseless
50 Shades of Magic. Many of these books were drat near porn to my stupid young self. Looking back these books are painful... Thanks for putting yourself through the pain!

Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer, Robert Jordan and Anne Mccaffrey are dead. There is no god.

PleasingFungus
Oct 10, 2012
idiot asshole bitch who should fuck off

Rulebook Heavily posted:

I am collecting quotes and writing to my local library. That may be the Indignant Grandma-iest thing I have ever done, but just look at this.

Post the letter when you're done! I was talking to my father about these books the other day, and he had a hard time believing they could really be all that bad; I want something to show him.

gimme the GOD DAMN candy
Jul 1, 2007

Rulebook Heavily posted:

I am collecting quotes and writing to my local library. That may be the Indignant Grandma-iest thing I have ever done, but just look at this.

I hope you are trying to have them removed from the YA section instead of having them banned outright. These books are lovely, but banning books doesn't help anyone.

Piell
Sep 3, 2006

Grey Worm's Ken doll-like groin throbbed with the anticipatory pleasure that only a slightly warm and moist piece of lemoncake could offer


Young Orc

Serious Frolicking posted:

I hope you are trying to have them removed from the YA section instead of having them banned outright. These books are lovely, but banning books doesn't help anyone.

:nms:

Piers Anthony posted:

The games five-year-old Nymph played with Mad were a joy to her at the time, but it was nevertheless abuse by our society's definition (not necessarily by that of other societies), and her life was significantly colored by the experience thirty years later.
...
It may be that the problem is not with what is deviant, but with our definitions. I suggest in the novel that little Nymph was abused not by the man with whom she had sex, but by members of her family who warped her taste, and by the society that preferred to condemn her lover rather than address the source of the problem in her family.
..

The Judge refocused his eyes and mopped his brow with a handkerchief. "Is—is the Defense ready to proceed?"

"We are, Your Honor. We believe that this poignant tape establishes that though the Defendant may be technically guilty of the charge against him, he is not morally guilty. He did not seek the girl, he did not force his attention on her. He demurred at every stage, by her own testimony. It was entirely voluntary on her part. In fact, they were lovers, in the truest sense, age no barrier. The law may say he is guilty, but the law is sometimes an rear end."

Several members of the Jury nodded their agreement.

Then he turned to the Jury. "If there is guilt here, then surely it is that of the father, who set her up by incestuously toying with her. And of her brother, who practiced sodomy on her with a candle. Remember, it was to escape that abuse that she first fled and found the Defendant. The Defendant never hurt her. He did only what she asked. He gave her what no other man did. He loved her. We may take issue with the manner of the expression of that love, but we cannot deny its reality. She came to him of her own accord, again and again, because what he offered her was so much better than what she received at home. Her family should be on trial!"

gently caress Piers Anthony, burn everything he wrote.

Rulebook Heavily
Sep 18, 2010

by FactsAreUseless

Serious Frolicking posted:

I hope you are trying to have them removed from the YA section instead of having them banned outright. These books are lovely, but banning books doesn't help anyone.

Yes of course I'm getting them removed from the YA section. Mind you, I don't find free speech being served by people who use it to advocate pedophilia, so this is probably not a hill you want to die on.

PleasingFungus posted:

Post the letter when you're done! I was talking to my father about these books the other day, and he had a hard time believing they could really be all that bad; I want something to show him.

I'll write it in Icelandic but I'll try to do a translation.

Bieeanshee
Aug 21, 2000

Not keen on keening.


Grimey Drawer

LordAba posted:

Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer, Robert Jordan and Anne Mccaffrey are dead. There is no god.

Don't reread the Pern novels. Or google the Tent Peg Statement. Trust me.

malkav11
Aug 7, 2009

Rulebook Heavily posted:

Yes of course I'm getting them removed from the YA section. Mind you, I don't find free speech being served by people who use it to advocate pedophilia, so this is probably not a hill you want to die on.


They're not usually shelved in YA to begin with, in my experience.

Rulebook Heavily
Sep 18, 2010

by FactsAreUseless

malkav11 posted:

They're not usually shelved in YA to begin with, in my experience.

I happen to know they are at my library. Some are in the kids' section.

LordAba
Oct 22, 2012

by FactsAreUseless

Bieeardo posted:

Don't reread the Pern novels. Or google the Tent Peg Statement. Trust me.

But..! I..! drat my lack of trust! I've never heard about that.

Well, to be fair I haven't read anything from her in a long time. Sad to see her fall into the Orson Scott Card category of idiocy.

Fungah!
Apr 30, 2011

LordAba posted:

Terry Pratchett has Alzheimer, Robert Jordan and Anne Mccaffrey are dead. There is no god.

The Wheel of Time is full of unpleasant, biotruthy crap though. Guys, men and women are completely different, this is hard-coded into the universe !!

God, I'm going to punch my brother in the face next time I see him for getting me reading the Xanth books. I always got the feeling that I should never go back and try to reread one, now I know why. Thank you for actually doing this, Mors.

HitTheTargets
Mar 3, 2006

I came here to laugh at you.

Bieeardo posted:

Don't reread the Pern novels. Or google the Tent Peg Statement. Trust me.

YA fantasy novels are always going to have too much thought put into how the setting affects sexual mores. This is probably why I stuck to Star Wars books as a kid. I mean, I can recall Mike Stackpole joking about what happens when a human hooks up with a Bothan, but that was it.

Mors Rattus
Oct 25, 2007

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Chapter 8 starts with Bink taking a piss and spotting a hefty chunk of wood. He finds int to be hard and heavy, almost rocklike, and he can tell it has some kind of magic, since he can feel his talent responding to it and then just letting it exist. He brings the wood to camp. Chester examines it, and finds it durable, but isn't sure what it is. Crombie asks to see it, claiming that he's seen a lot of wood. He inspects it, saying that there's something weird about it, but Bink asks him to wait a moment and point them at food. He points out a glowing fungus, and Bink goes to break some off. Chester takes the wood back from crombie, and Bink has to go break up another argument. He gives the wood to Humfrey, who tells him to get rid of the fungus, which is Blue Agony, a horrible poison.

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"Its magic will turn your whole body blue, just before you melt into a blue puddle that kills all the vegetation in the ground where it soaks in," Humfrey assured him.

Bink is confused, since Crombie's talent is never wrong. He asks Crombie to point out the worst thing to eat, and he points at the fungus. Crombie has no idea why he pointed at it as food before. Humfrey, meanwhile, has taken the wood.

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Humfrey was now examining the piece of wood. "Crombie's talent is always wrong," he remarked absently. "That's why I never rely on it."

Even Chester was surprised at this. "Magician, the soldier is no prize--even I am willing to concede that--but usually his talent is sound."

Crombie squawked, outraged at this qualified endorsement

"Maybe so. I wouldn't know." The Magician squinted at a passing sweat gnat. "What is that creature?"

"You don't recognize a common sweat gnat?" Bink asked, amazed. "A moment ago you were classifying the most obscure bugs, discovering new species!"

Bink realizes that their talents seem to be misfiring, and Chester points out that the wood seems to be causing it. Bink takes the wood, and Humfrey says that it doesn't affect Chester because he doesn't know his talent so he can't tell it's being reversed, and Bink is a special case. They realize that the wood seems to reverse the nature of active magic, though it probably can't cure the petrified people or the griffin from before. Crombie realizes this is why his talent misfired, and gets briefly interrupted int translation when Grundy gets close to the wood and has to be moved away. They find food this time - a cookie bush, which is just weird, and a water chestnut tree, which has chestnuts full of water (Pun Count: 62). More dirt keeps popping up, and Humfrey promises to look into it. Bink starts to watch the stars. At first they're just stars, but soon Bink starts to see constellations - a head, a snake, a tentacled blob, a centaur and so on. The constellations seem to be moving for some reason. The centaur starts looking for something to hunt. Bink and Chester watch the stars for a while.

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"What is that thing with the neck?" Bink asked.

"Mythological zoology is not my specialty," Chester said. "But I believe it is a Mundane monster called a gaffe." He paused. "No, that's not quite it. A grraff. No, A--a giraffe! That's it The long neck is to keep it clear of hostile ground magic, or something. Its strangest feature, as I understand it, is that despite that long neck it has no voice."

(Pun Count: 63. That's a gaffe.) Bink is reminded of his wife.

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The sky was now densely crowded with animals, as the remaining stars emerged. Farther along was a crab, and a wingless bull, and a genuine single-headed dog. Birds abounded--half-familiar ones like the phoenix and bird of paradise, and a host of strange ones, like the crane, toucan, eagle, peacock, dove, and crow. There were people too--men, children, and several fetching young women.

That reminded Bink again of Chameleon. The longer he was away from her, the more he missed her. So what if she had her ugly phase? She also had her lovely phase--

"Look--there is the River Eridanus," Chester cried. Bink found it. The river flowed half across the sky, meandering from the feet of a giant all the way to--Bink couldn't see where it finished. Where could a river in the sky go? All manner of fish were associated with it, and one--"What is that?" Bink cried.

"The fabulous Mundane whale," Chester said. "I'm glad no such monster as that exists in our land!"

Bink agreed emphatically. He traced the river again, seeking its termination. It spread and thinned, becoming vague, eluding him. Then he spied a small lizard. "A chameleon!" he exclaimed.

As he spoke its name, the lizard changed, becoming the human Chameleon he knew and loved: his wife. She looked out at him from the deepest depths of the sky, and her mouth opened. Bink, Bink, she seemed to say. Come to me...

Bink was on his feet, nearly banging his head against a bone. "I'm coming!" he cried joyfully. Why had he ever left her?

However, Bink can't see a way into the sky. Besides, she's not real. At this point, the star centaur shoots his arrow, which slams into a nearby dogwood tree, which yelps in pain. (Pun Count: 64) Bink asks why the centaur shot at them, and Chester explains that he was just careless, and it's a bad example that Chester plans to punish. He draws his own bow and shoots up at the stars. Somehow, it hits the centaur.

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Chester's arrow plunked into the flank of the constellation centaur. The creature leaped with pain. From his mouth issued two comets and a shooting star: a powerful exclamation!

"Yeah? Same to you, vacuumhead!" Chester retorted.

The constellation reached back and yanked at Chester's arrow. A nova exploded from his mouth as he contemplated the damage. Several dim stars pulsed there, suggestive of the wound. He grabbed a handful of soft down feathers from the swan and rubbed them against the injury. Now it was the defeathered swan who cussed a bright streak of shooting stars, but the bird did not dare attack the centaur.

The sky-centaur snatched the extensible tube called the telescope and put it to his eye. The magic of this tube enabled him to see much farther than otherwise. "^&@!!" he exclaimed with really foul invective, looking for the originator of the objectionable arrow.

"Right here, hoofhead!" Chester bawled, and lofted another arrow into the sky. "Come down and fight like a centaur!"

"I wouldn't--" Bink cautioned.

The constellation seemed to hear the challenge. He swung his telescope around and oriented on the bone-camp. A vile ringed planet shot from his mouth.

The two centaurs face off with bows and barely miss each other. Humfrey nearly gets killed by the arrow, but it manages to miss him, too. Humfrey is confused about what's going on with the stars, and he wants to go up and study them, so he gets Crombie to point out the nearest path to them. They find a set of stairs leading up, and Bink decides he needs to go so that he can be with the sky-Chameleon. Crombie and Chester want to fight the centaur, and Humfrey wants to study the stars. Grundy thinks they've all gone mad - there's nothing up there. He tries to get them to stop, but they won't listen. Also, he falls into a flower-bug bush (Pun Count: 65). He ends up getting lost in the foliage. The party starts heading up towards the stars on the spiral stairway.

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The night forest was beautiful. A number of trees glowed. Some reached bone-white tentacles up; others were balls of pastel hues. Some had giant flowers that resembled eyes, and these eyes seemed to be focusing on Bink. Other treetops formed into mazes of interlocking branches. As he watched, the whole forest assumed the shape of a single human face. DON'T GO it mouthed.

Bink paused, momentarily disgruntled. Was the wilderness really trying to speak to him? Whose interest did it represent? It could be jealous of his escape to the sky. Hungry for his body. Or just mischievous.

Grundy flies up on a flying fish, which is rather like an airplane riding on a jet of bubbles (Pun Count: 66), and brings the wood from before. The wood doesn't keep the fish from flying because the fish has no talent - it's just magical, and the wood doesn't reverse inherent magic.

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"That doesn't make much sense to me," Bink said.

"The wood reversed birdbeak's talent, but did not change him back into a man," the golem continued. "It fouled up the gnome's information, but did not make him a regular man either. It didn't affect you, because--"

The golem was not aware of Bink's talent, but this remained a pertinent question: had Bink's talent conquered the wood--or been reversed by it? The answer could be a matter of life and death! "What about you?" Bink demanded. "You're still translating!"

"I'm not real," Grundy said shortly. "Take away my magic and I'm nothing but string and mud. The wood is just wood, to me."

"But the wood was affecting you before! You were speaking gibberish, until I got you away from it"

"Was I?" Grundy asked, startled. "I never realized. I guess translation is my talent, so..." He faded out, considering. "I know! I'm not translating now. I'm speaking for myself!"

Grundy says he has to keep the wood near Bink, and evends up having to hit him with it. While he touches it, he sees the world for what it is: normal, and with the stairs just being the branches of a latticework tree, which is starting to thin out dangerously under their feet. (I don't think this is a pun.) Once the wood moves away, though, Bink has to go on, even though he knows it's insane. Grundy moves up to Chester, who comes to his senses and tries to back down, even though Humfrey gets mad at him. Grundy then goes to Humfrey, who comes to his senses...only for Chester to start climbing again. Crombie will be okay, Bink says, since he can fly. If Grundy gives Chester the wood, no one will be able to get past his big body while Grundy gets more. The constellations get mad that they aren't coming closer, and now Bink wants to go down to keep them from attacking. Crombie decides to fight them, facing off against a winged horse. A snake arrives, and Chester plans to ambush it with his sword. Chester has to back off, though, since it has two fangs and he's only got one sword. Then the star dragon arrives, and Humfrey pulls out a vial and tosses it into the dragon's mouth, trapping its head in foaming insulation. The dragon swallows it...and then starts inflating as it grows inside it, since the insulation hardens due to the dragon fire...and expands. It then explodes. A hydra comes after Bink, who cuts its heads off. Naturally, they grow back double. Chester tosses him the wood, and he briefly sees reality before it bounces away and he's back to the hydra.

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But then the reverse-spell wood bounced out of range, and the madness resumed its grip on nun. He saw the chunk fly toward the hydra--and one of the heads reached out to gulp it down.

In that instant Bink suffered a rapid continuation of his prior line of thought. What would spell-reversal do inside an imaginary monster? If the hydra form were wholly a product of Bink's distorted perception--his madness, which he shared with his friends--it should be nullified--no, the wood had to be near him, to nullity the monsters he perceived. But since his friends saw the monsters too, and the wood could not be near them all at once--it had to be that the wood would not affect the monster, unless that monster had objective reality. Even then, the wood would not affect the form of the hydra, but only its talent--if the hydra had a talent. Most magical creatures did not have magic talents; their magic consisted of their very existence. So--nothing should happen.

The hydra screamed from all its eight mouths. Abruptly it dropped to the ground. It landed heavily and lay still, its stars fading out.

Bink watched it, openmouthed. The hydra had not changed form--it had suffered destruction. What had happened?

Then he worked it out. The hydra had a magic talent after all: that of hanging by an invisible thread. The spell-reversal wood had nullified that magic, causing the monster to plummet forcefully down to its death. Its invisible thread had not disappeared; it had acted to draw the creature down as powerfully as it had drawn it up before. Disaster!

Now that they've beaten back the stars, they have a bit of a breather, but the other constellations are quite angry. They plan to climb up and contineu the fight, until Grundy gets back and tells them to stop. The wood might be gone, but Grundy tells Chester to go get it,s ince he threw it, and Bink, since he dropped it. Crombie claims he's going to go up and fight, but Grundy says he should go down, so that the glory is spread fairly and evenly. He goads Crombie into doing so by saying that if he doesn't, he won't have proven he can beat Chester to finding the wood. They head down, while the sky is lit up by illusionary cherry bombs and star fires and the centaur starts shooting at them. (Pun Count: 66) They decide to let Grundy lead them, since his nature keeps him sane. The centaur hits a catnip bush, which pisses it off, as well as Chester. (Pun Count: 67) Also, a rubber tree, made of literal rubber. (Pun Count: 68) They get hit by a waterfall from the sky, and Bink gets homesick.

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Ah, Chameleon! He liked her especially in her "normal" stage, neither beautiful nor smart, but a pleasant middle range. It always seemed so fresh, that brief period when she was average, since she was always changing. But he loved her in any form and intellect--especially at times like now, when he was wet and cold and tired and afraid.

They move on, with Grundy leading, though the others continue to see mad illusions. Bink demands that the flying fish Grundy rode be rewarded.

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"This is a lot of trouble," Grundy muttered. But he swished and gurgled at the fish. "It wants a family."

"All he needs is a lady of his species," Bink pointed out. "Or a man, if he happens to be female. She. Whatever."

More fish-talk. "In the mad region he can't locate one," the golem explained.

"A little of that spell-reversal wood would solve that problem," Bink said. "In fact, we could all use some. We got mixed up by the madness and water and never thought of the obvious. Let's see if Crombie's talent can locate some more of that wood."

Crombie points at a bloodsucker tree (which is probably not a pun) and Bink realizes it must be past that - which means only Grundy can do it. They get some torch-flowers to light the way (Pun Count: 69) and find a massive tree stump of the wood, which renders them sane.

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"Look at the path we came by!" Chester said. "We skirted poison thorns, carnivorous grass, oil-barrel trees--our torches could have exploded this whole region!"

"Don't I know it," Grundy agreed. "Why do you think I kept yelling at you? If I had nerves, they'd be frayed to the bone. Every time you wandered from the course I set--"

More things were coming clear to Bink. "Grundy, why did you bother to help us, instead of riding away on your fish? You went to extraordinary trouble--"

"The fish!" Grundy exclaimed. "I have to pay him off!" He pried a sliver of wood from the massive stump and affixed it to the fish's dorsal fin with a bit of his own string. "There you go, bubble-eye," he said with something that sounded suspiciously like affection. "As long as you carry that, you'll see everything as it is, in the madness region. So you can spot your lady fish. Once you have succeeded, ditch the wood; I understand it is not good to see a female too realistically."

Crombie made an emphatic squawk of agreement that needed no translation.

The fish took off, zooming into the sky with a powerful thrust of bubbles, banking neatly around branches. Relieved of the golem's weight, and spurred by the hope of mad romance, it was a speedy creature.

"Why did you do that?" Bink asked the golem.

"You short of memory? You told me to, nitnoggin!"

Bink believes that Grundy has started to care about them, though Grundy believes that can't be true. He says he doesn't need a reason to save them, which Bink thinks illustrates his point. Also, they realize that near the stump, they don't have to touch the wood to be affected by it.

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"So the wood messes up my talent, same as it does yours. We knew that already!"

"Because it changes our magic without changing us," Bink continued. "Because what is us is real."

"But that would mean I'm halfway real!"

"And you halfway care," Chester said.

"That was just a figure of speech! I have no emotion!"

"Move away from the tree," Bink said. "Get out of the range of the stump. Tell us what you see out there."

Grundy paced away and looked about "The jungle!" he cried! "It's changed! It's mad!"

"Care," Bink said. "The Good Magician's Answer. In your effort to save us, you brought yourself halfway to your own destination. You have begun to assume the liabilities of being real. You feel compassion, you feel anger, you suffer pleasure and frustration and uncertainty. You did what you did because conscience extends beyond logic. Is it worth it?"

Grundy looked at the distortions beyond the stump. "It's madness!" he exclaimed, and they all laughed.

Pun Count: 69ish by the end of Chapter 8.

Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 01:34 on Aug 1, 2013

drunkencarp
Feb 14, 2012
I gotta say I like the inane surrealism 10 000% more than the inane misogyny.

claw game handjob
Mar 27, 2007

pinch pinch scrape pinch
ow ow fuck it's caught
i'm bleeding
JESUS TURN IT OFF
WHY ARE YOU STILL SMILING

Fungah! posted:

The Wheel of Time is full of unpleasant, biotruthy crap though. Guys, men and women are completely different, this is hard-coded into the universe !!

You're seriously overstating this, I just finished the series. The closest it comes is "men and women use different magic", everything else is men and women misunderstanding one another for the whole thing.

LordAba
Oct 22, 2012

by FactsAreUseless

Fungah! posted:

The Wheel of Time is full of unpleasant, biotruthy crap though. Guys, men and women are completely different, this is hard-coded into the universe !!

At least Jordan wrote decent characters and not sexual caricatures like Piers.

But good god! Every time a man and a woman were in the same room in the Wheel of Time it was embarrassing. If I had a nickle for every time someone rolled their eyes or clucked or smoothed their skirts I would be a rich man.

Fungah!
Apr 30, 2011

Syrg Sapphire posted:

You're seriously overstating this, I just finished the series. The closest it comes is "men and women use different magic", everything else is men and women misunderstanding one another for the whole thing.

Right, but the way that women get access to their magic powers is by surrendering to it and trying to manipulate it from within and men get theirs by taking control and forcing it to their will. That's just like, what. Also, and I'm probably misremembering this, but don't women open up gateways by trying to negotiate two spots into existing side by side, while men just punch a hole in space and walk through it? I definitely remember one of the Aes Sedai saying that if they tried to create a gateway the way men did it, they'd probably walk right out of the Pattern.

Point is, he didn't bring it up nearly as much in the last few books, but there's a lot of women do things like this and men do things like this built into the world.

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LordAba posted:

At least Jordan wrote decent characters and not sexual caricatures like Piers.

But good god! Every time a man and a woman were in the same room in the Wheel of Time it was embarrassing. If I had a nickle for every time someone rolled their eyes or clucked or smoothed their skirts I would be a rich man.

Well, it's not like Piers' male characters are any better :v:

But yeah, you're right, I'm probably being a little too harsh on Jordan. He's definitely nowhere near as bad as Anthony or like the Sword of Truth guy or something.

Fungah! fucked around with this message at 05:19 on Jul 31, 2013

claw game handjob
Mar 27, 2007

pinch pinch scrape pinch
ow ow fuck it's caught
i'm bleeding
JESUS TURN IT OFF
WHY ARE YOU STILL SMILING

Fungah! posted:

But yeah, you're right, I'm probably being a little too harsh on Jordan. He's definitely nowhere near as bad as Anthony or like the Sword of Truth guy or something.

Yeah, trust me, being elbow-deep in that right now, I'll show you what biotruths in fantasy look like. "Men magic like this/women magic like THIS" is kinda silly to complain about because it's loving magic.

Fungah!
Apr 30, 2011

Syrg Sapphire posted:

Yeah, trust me, being elbow-deep in that right now, I'll show you what biotruths in fantasy look like. "Men magic like this/women magic like THIS" is kinda silly to complain about because it's loving magic.

Right, but having "women and men intrinsically do things different ways and there's no way to change that ever" in your book series is kind of screwy, magic or not, especially when the way that men and women cast magic is reflected in other parts of the world. For instance, Emond's Field has the Village Council, which is pretty explicitly men being loud and bossy and the Women's Circle, which is equally explicitly women being quietly manipulative and guiding the Council to do things. That's a straight-up parallel. There's some other really screwy stuff too, like the two Forsaken who get gender-swapped and still cast magic the same way they did when they were in their original bodies. That's basically saying that your birth gender is intrinsic to your character and that no matter how comfortable you get in your new body (there's definitely a passage where the female-nee-male Forsaken is talking about how much they're enjoying being a woman and how quickly they got used to it) there's a part of you that can never change genders. You're right, biotruths was pretty much exactly the wrong word for me to use in that first post, but the gender politics of the Wheel of Time are completely jacked up. I mean, I still enjoyed the books, but man oh man was there a bunch of really problematic stuff in there.

But yeah, don't really feel like keeping this derail going. You're right, Piers' manipulative personality-less sex objects and basically everything about Sword of Truth or like Gor or something are waaaaaaay the hell worse than anything in the Wheel of Time. Looking forward to your Let's Read of the SoT series.

Bieeanshee
Aug 21, 2000

Not keen on keening.


Grimey Drawer
I think someone here on SA drew these.



And the tent peg thing gets even funnier in the context of the Dragonlover's Guide to Pern, published many years after that interview. I'm not sure if it was Mccaffrey or her co-chronicler who wrote it (I suspect the latter-- rumor has it that later in life, she mainly just lent her name to books for the tax break Ireland offered artists), but there's a paragraph that states that there are no gay people on Pern, because homosex would never occur to the no-nonsense Pernese.

Mors Rattus
Oct 25, 2007

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Chapter 9! The party finally gets out of the region of madness, thhen camps under a stork-leg tree. I have no idea if that's a pun. They have taken to using the magic-reversing wood as a protective circle around the camp. Bink wakes up later to find Crombie and Grundy also up, but not Chester and Humfrey. As they eat, Grundy reveals that he doesn't feel as real as he did the night before. Then they begin talking about who cursed the massive tree, and why.

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Bink was glad to have given encouragement, though the golem's unendearing little mannerisms remained evident. "How did you know what I was about to ask? About the destruction of--"

"You always come up with questions, Bink," the golem said. "So we pointed out the location of the subject of your next question, and it matched up with the tree stump. So we researched it. It was a challenge."

That was an intriguing ramification of Crombie's talent! Anticipating the answers to future questions! Magic kept coming up with surprises. "Only a real creature likes challenges," Bink said.

"I guess so. It's sort of fun, the challenge of becoming real. Now that I know that maybe it's possible. But I still have this ragtag body; no amount of caring can change that. It just means that now I fear the death that will surely come." He shrugged, dismissing it "Anyway, the tree was blasted by a curse from that direction." He pointed.

Bink looked. "All I see is a lake." Then, startled: "Didn't the ogre say something about--?"

"Fiends of the lake, who hurled a curse that blasted the whole forest," Grundy said. "We checked: that is the lake."

Humfrey bottles up some of the wood, but not before he gets himself stuck in a bottle with a fried egg briefly.

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Grundy could hold back his newfound emotion no longer. He burst out laughing. He fell to the ground and rolled about, guffawing. "Oh, nobody gnomes the trouble he's seen!" the golem gasped, going into a further paroxysm.

(Pun Count: 69) Anyway, he eventually gets the wood into the bottle, then goes to investigate the dirt mounds by asking his magic mirror.

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The mirror clouded thoughtfully, then cleared. It produced the image of a wormlike creature.

"That's a wiggle!" Bink exclaimed, horrified. "Are the wiggles swarming again?"

"That's not a wiggle," Chester said. "Look at the scale. It's ten times too large." And in the mirror a measuring stick appeared beside the worm, showing it to be ten times the length of a wiggle. "Don't you know your taxonomy? That's a squiggle."

"A squiggle?" Bink asked blankly. He did not want to admit that he had never heard of that species. "It looks like an overgrown wiggle to me."

"They are cousins," Chester explained. "The squiggles are larger, slower, and do not swarm. They are solitary creatures, traveling under the ground. They are harmless."

"But the piles of dirt--"

"I had forgotten about that," Chester said. "I should have recognized the castings before. They eject the dirt from their tunnels behind them, and where they touch the surface it forms into a pile. As they tunnel on, the further castings plug up the hole, so there is nothing left except the pile."

"But what do they do?"

"They move about, make piles of earth. That's all."

It turns out something is sending the squiggle as a spy. It's the same as Bink's enemy, whoever that is. Humfrey then asks the mirror if they have to go past the fiends of the lake to get to their destination, and that to do so, Bink will have to watch a play. No one has any real idea what that means, especially since it appears Crombie, Humfrey and Grundy will have to travel in a bottle. The fiends, it seems, live under the water, so Humfrey gives Bink and Chester some water-breathing pills. They also spot the squiggle coming to spy on them, so Humfrey freezes it in place and they leave before it notices. Eventually they find an underwater castle made of seashells, guarded by swordfish (Pun Count: 70). Once inside, they meet the inhabitants.

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A handsome, almost pretty young man walked up to greet them. He had ornate curls about his ears and a neat mustache. His costume was a princely robe embroidered with brightly colored threads, and he wore soft slippers with pointed toes. "Welcome to Gateway Castle," he said. "May I inquire your identities and the purpose of this visit?"

"You may," Chester said.

There was a pause. "Well?" the man said, a bit nettled.

"Well, why don't you inquire?" Chester said. "I gave you permission."

Small muscles quirked about the man's mouth, making him less pretty. "I so inquire."

They explain what they're doing, and the man tells them that they don't particularly want to go through the castle, though he doesn't say why. Also, they make chester put felt pads on his hooves, because the floor is teak parquet and they don't want it scratched. Bink assumes the fiends are very strict about that with their human servants. They also get shocked by an elevator, which they've never seen before. The lord of the castle turns out to be a man who asks them if they have any entertainment abilities. When they say they don't, the man is pleased - they'll be an ideal audience.

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"We send our troupes out to entertain the masses, accepting payment in materials and services. It is a rewarding profession, esthetically and practically. But it is necessary to obtain advance audience ratings, so that we can gauge our reception precisely."

This innocuous employment hardly jibed with the local reputation! "To be an audience--to watch your shows--that's all you require? It hardly seems equitable! I'm afraid we would not be able to present an informed critical report--"

"No necessity! Our magic monitors will gauge your reactions, and point up our rough edges. You will have nothing to do but react, honestly."

Chester asks why they have a reputation as fiends, and tells the lord about how the ogre still lives.

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"Chester, shut up!" Bink hissed. But the centaur's unruly nature had taken control. "All he was doing was rescuing his lady ogre, and you couldn't stand to have him happy, so--"

"Ah, yes, that ogre. I suppose to an ogre's way of thinking, we would be fiends. To us, crunching human bones is fiendish. It is all in one's perspective."

Apparently the centaur had not antagonized the lord, though Bink judged that to be sheer luck. Unless the lord, like his troupe, was an actor--in which case there could be serious and subtle trouble. "This one is now a vegetarian," Bink said. "But I'm curious: do you really have such devastating curses, and why should you care what an ogre does? You really don't have cause to worry about ogres, here under the lake; they can't swim."

"We do really have such curses," the lord said. "They constitute group effort, the massing of all our magic. We have no individual talents, only individual contributions toward the whole."

Bink was amazed. Here was a whole society with duplicating talents! Magic did repeat itself!

"We do not employ our curses haphazardly, however. We went after the ogre as a professional matter. He was interfering with our monopoly."

Both Bink and Chester were blank. "Your what?"

"We handle all formal entertainments in southern Xanth. That bad actor blundered into one of our sets and kidnapped our leading lady. We do not tolerate such interference or competition."

"You used an ogress for a leading lady?" Bink asked.

"We used a transformed nymph--a consummate actress. All our players are consummate, as you shall see. In that role she resembled the most ogrelike ogress imaginable, absolutely horrible." He paused, considering. "In fact, with her artistic temperament, she was getting pretty ogrelike in life. Prima donna..."

"Then the ogre's error was understandable."

"Perhaps. But not tolerable. He had no business on that set. We had to scrub the whole production. It ruined our season."

Bink wondered what reception the ogre would encounter, as he rescued his ideal female. An actress in ogress guise, actually from the castle of the fiends!

"What about the reverse-spell tree?" Chester asked.

"People were taking its fruit and being entertained by the reversal effects. We did not appreciate the competition. So we eliminated it."

Chester glanced at Bink, but did not speak. Perhaps these people really were somewhat fiendish. To abolish all rival forms of entertainment--

Bink explains that they plan to go through the castle to reach underground, but the lord thinks he's obviously lying and gets annoyed. Bink says they must clearly have been misinformed, and the lord explains that below the castle is just the vortex, which they keep innocent creatures out of.

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"Well, a Magician--"

"Never trust a Magician! They are all up to mischief!"

"Uh, maybe so," Bink said uneasily, and Chester nodded thoughtfully. "He was very convincing."

"They tend to be," the lord said darkly. Abruptly he shifted the subject. "I will show you the vortex. This way, if you please." He led the way to an interior panel. It slid aside at his touch. There was a glistening wall of glassy substance. No, not glass; it was moving. Fleeting irregularities showed horizontally. Now Bink could see through it somewhat vaguely, making out the three-dimensional shape. It was a column, perhaps twice his armspan in diameter, with a hollow center. In fact it was water, coursing around in circles at high speed. Or in spirals, going down--

"A whirlpool!" Chester exclaimed. "We are looking at the nether column of a whirlpool!"

"Correct," the lord said with pride. "We have constructed our castle around it, containing it by magic. Substances may pass into it, but not out of it. Criminals and other untoward persons are fed into its maw, to disappear forever. This is a most salutary deterrent."

They have no idea where the Vortex actually goes, of course. The fiends then provide a meal for Chester and Bink.

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The meal was excellent, served by fetching young women in scant green outfits who paid flattering attention to the travelers, especially Chester. They seemed to admire both his muscular man-portion and his handsome equine portion. Bink wondered, as he had before, what it was girls saw in horses. The siren had been so eager to ride!

Then it's off to the stage.

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The curtain lifted and it was on: a gaudily costumed affair replete with bold swordsmen and buxom women and funny jokers. The staged duels were impressive, but Bink wondered how proficient those men would be with their weapons in a real battle. There was a considerable difference between technical skill and combat nerve! The women were marvelously seductive--but would they be as shapely without the support of their special clothes, or as wittily suggestive minus the memorized lines?

"You do not find our production entertaining?" the lord inquired.

"I prefer life," Bink replied.

The lord made a note on his pad: MORE REALISM,

Then the play shifted to a scene of music. The heroine sang a lovely song of loss and longing, meditating on her faithless lover, and it was difficult to imagine how any lout, no matter how louty, could be faithless to such a desirable creature. Bink thought of Chameleon again, and longed for her again. Chester was standing raptly beside him, probably thinking of horsing around with Cherie Centaur, who was indeed a fetching filly.

Then the song was augmented by a hauntingly lovely accompaniment. A flute was playing, its notes of such absolute quality and clarity that the lady's voice was shamed. Bink looked toward that sound--and there it was, a gleaming silver flute hanging in the air beside the heroine, playing by itself. A magic flute! The lady ceased singing, surprised, but the flute played on. Indeed, freed of the limitations of her voice, it trilled on into an aria of phenomenal expertise and beauty. Now the entire cast of players stood listening, seeming to find it as novel as Bink did.

No one knows who's playing the flute, and the lord demands to know if Bink is doing it. When he says no, he turns on Chester. It turns out to be Chester, actually.

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"Chester!" Bink exclaimed. "Your talent! All the beauty in your nature, suppressed because it was linked to your magic, and as a centaur you couldn't--"

"My talent!" Chester repeated, amazed. "It must be me! I never did dare to--who would have believed--"

"Play it again!" Bink urged. "Make beautiful music! Prove you have magic, just as your hero-uncle Herman the Hermit did!"

"Yes," Chester agreed. He concentrated. The flute reappeared. It began to play, haltingly at first, then with greater conviction and beauty. And strangely, the centaur's rather homely face began to seem less so. Not so strange, Bink realized: much of Chester's brutality of expression stemmed from his habitual snarl. That snarl had abated; he had no need of it any more.

The lord of the castle becomes enraged, since this means they're not an audience, because Chester's a performer. This starts an argument between Chester and the lord, which devolves to insults quickly.

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"My insolence--for playing a magic flute?" Chester demanded incredulously. "How would you like that flute up your--"

"Chester!" Bink cried warningly, though he had considerable sympathy for the centaur's position. He invoked the one name that had power to restrain Chester's wrath: "Cherie wouldn't like it if you--"

"Oh, I wouldn't do it to her!" Chester said. reconsidered. "Not with a flute--"

All this time the centaur had been holding the lord suspended in air. Suddenly the man's shirt ripped, and then he fell ignominiously to the floor. More than ignominiously: he landed in a fresh pile of dirt.

The lord becomes massively enraged that there was dirt on his teak floors, and when Bink mentions that the squiggle has found them again, the lord assumes it's a friend. He gets the actors together and has them curse it, blasting the dirt and squiggle into nothingness, along with the floor in the area. He then prepares to curse Chester, but Bink knocks his aim aside, and he destroys a column instead. Bink and Chester flee out of there, hunting for a way out. They take new water-breathing pills and dodge all kinds of attacks as they look for a way into the Vortex. Chester reasons that it must be in the center of the castle, for architectural reasons, and he'll just kick the wall down. The next curse, though, is homing in on him somehow. Chester smashes through the wall and the two go down the Vortex, hoping it'll get the curse lost.

Pun Count: 70ish by the end of Chapter 9.

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Chapter 10 finds Bink alive, if naked, on the edge of a warm lake. Chester is nearby, and as Bink goes to him, he finds and takes a shard of glass. When Chester awakens, Bink forgets he was holding sharp glass and nearly cuts him. Chester takes the fragment and notices that Humphrey's in it. It must be a shard of magic mirror! The bottle containing Humfrey, Grundy and Crombie is gone, and Chester and Bink believe the bottle must have smashed, if the mirror got out. However, when they look closer, they can see that the three are still in the bottle. They have another fragment of the mirror, so they can communicate, if silently.

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Silently, Humfrey waved back. "He sees us in his fragment!" Chester exclaimed. "But that's impossible, because the broken mirror is out here."

"Anything is possible, with magic," Bink said. It was a cliché, a truism, but right now he had his doubts.

Chester and Bink decided to find the bottle and let them out. Hmfrey shows them that they are somewhere in the current, so they decide to follow the river. Bink asks Chester if he really hates Crombie or just likes arguing.

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"Well...he's a scrapper, like me. Can't blame him for that, I suppose. But I'd like to try his strength, once, just for the record."

Male competition. Well, Bink understood that, for he experienced it himself at times.

Chester points out that there's no life in the lake, and so it may not be safe to drink. Bink findsh is clothes and sword lying on the bank, though not the bottle. Bink tries to mark the path they take, but he's not sure how useful it'll be. Eventually, the pair find a magic lantern hanging on a rock, and Chester thinks it's probably made by faeries. They decide to follow the sound of water, which is from behind a wall, and Chester kicks the wall down. There, they find some water flowing over the rocks. Bink hears singing as he collects the water in a rag. He feels a surge of pleasant dizziness as he drinks it, and then listens ot the singing.

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While he lay there he heard the singing again. It was a nymph, of imperfect voice but sounding young and sweet and joyful. A pleasant shiver went through him.

Bink brought up the rag and laid it on the cave floor. He took up the light and moved toward the voice. It came from a section beyond the water, and soon Bink came to the end of his tether. He untied the rope, let it drop from his waist, and went on.

Now he spied a beam of light emanating from another crack. The singer was in the chamber beyond. Bink knelt and put his eye to the crack, silently.

She was sitting on a stool fashioned of silver, sorting through a barrel filled with precious stones. Their colors reflected brilliantly, decorating all the walls of the room. She was a typical nymph, long and bare of leg with a tiny skirt just about covering a pert derriere, slender of waist, full of bosom, and innocent and large-eyed of face. Her hair sparkled like the keg of jewels. He had seen nymphs like this many times; each had her association with tree or rock or stream or lake or mountain, yet they were all so uniform in face and feature that their beauty became commonplace. It was as if some Magician had established the ideal female-human aspect and scattered it about the Land of Xanth for decoration, attaching individual units to particular locales so that the distribution would be uniform. So she was nothing special. The precious stones, in contrast, were a phenomenal treasure.

Yet Bink glanced only passingly at the stones. His gaze became fixed on the nymph. She--he felt--it was rapt adoration.

What am I doing? he demanded of himself. With Chester waiting for a drink, Bink had no business here! And for answer, he only sighed longingly.

The nymph overheard. She glanced up alertly, breaking off her innocent melody, but could not see him. Perplexed, she shook her maiden tresses and returned to her work, evidently deciding that she had imagined it.

"No, I am here!" Bink cried, surprising himself. "Behind the wall!"

She screamed a cute little scream, jumped up, and fled. The keg overturned, dumping jewels across the floor.

"Wait! Don't run!" Bink cried. He smashed his fist into the wall with such force the stone cracked. He wrenched out more fragments, widening the hole, then jumped down into the room. He almost slipped on some pearls, but did a little dance and got his balance.

Now he stood still and listened. There was a strange smell, reminiscent of the breath of an attacking dragon, one just behind a person and gaining. Bink looked about nervously, but there was no dragon. All was silent. Why didn't he hear her still running?

In a moment he had it figured. She might flee in alarm, but she would hardly leave her treasure unguarded. Obviously she had dodged around a corner and now was watching him from hiding.

"Please, miss," Bink called. "I mean no harm to you. I only want to--"

To hug you, to kiss you, to--

Shocked, he halted his thoughts in mid-train. He was a married man! What was he doing chasing a strange nymph? He should get back to Chester, take the centaur his bagful of water--

Again he paused in his thoughts. Oh, no!

Yet he could hardly doubt his sudden emotion. He had imbibed from a spring, and become enamored of the first maiden he had seen thereafter. It must have been a love spring!

But why had his talent let him drink it?

The answer was distressingly obvious. He wished he hadn't thought of the question. His talent had no regard for his feelings, or those of others. It protected only his physical, personal welfare. It must have decided that his wife Chameleon represented some kind of threat to his welfare, so it was finding him another love. It had not been satisfied with separating him from Chameleon temporarily; now it intended to make that separation permanent.

"I will not have it!" he cried aloud. "I love Chameleon!"

And that was true. Love potions did not undo existing relations. But now he also loved this nymph--and she was a great deal more accessible.

Was he at war with his own talent? He had ethics it evidently did not; he was civilized while it was primitive. Who was to be the master, here?

He fought, but could not undo the effect of the love spring. Had he anticipated what his talent was leading him into, he might have balked it before he drank, but now he was the victim of a fait accompli. Well, he would settle with his talent when he found a better occasion.

All was fair in magic. "Nymph, come here and tell me your name, or I'll steal all your treasure!" he yelled.

When she did not respond, he righted the keg and began scooping up gems. There was an amazing assortment: diamonds, pearls, opals, emeralds, sapphires, and too many others to classify. How had the nymph come by such a fortune?

Now the nymph appeared, peeking around a curve in the tunnel. Coincidentally, Bink smelled the fleeting scent of woodland flowers. "But I need that treasure!" she protested.

Bink continued his work. The stones sailed into the barrel. "What is your name?" he demanded.

"What's yours?" There was an odor like that of a hesitant deerfly at the edge of a glade.

"I asked you first." All he wanted to do was keep her in conversation until he could catch her.

"But you're the stranger!" she pointed out with female logic.

Ah, well. He liked her logic. He knew it was the effect of the potion, but he was captive to her mannerisms. "My name is Bink."

"I am Jewel," she said. "The Nymph of Jewels, if you insist on the whole definition. Now give me back my stones."

(Pun Count: 71)

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"I'll be glad to, Jewel. For a kiss."

"What kind of a nymph do you think I am?" she protested in typical nymphly fashion. Now there was the odor of pine-oil disinfectant.

"I hope to find out. Tell me about yourself."

She edged farther into the room, distrusting him. "I'm just a rock nymph. I see that all the precious stones get properly planted in the ground, so that goblins, dragons, men, and other voracious creatures can mine them." Bink smelled the mixed fumes of hard-laboring men and goblins. "It's all very important, because otherwise those creatures would be even wilder than they are. The mining gives them something to do."

So that was how the jewels got planted. Bink had always wondered about that, or would have wondered had he thought about it. "But where do you get them to start with?"

"Oh, they just appear by magic, of course. The keg never empties."

"It doesn't?"

"See, it is already overflowing with the gems you are trying to put back. You aren't supposed to put them back."

Bink looked, surprised. It was so. He had assumed the keg was empty without really checking it, because his main attention had been on the nymph.

"How am I ever going to process all those extra stones?" she demanded with cute petulance. "Usually it takes an hour to place each one, and you have spilled hundreds." She stamped her sweet little foot, not knowing how to express her annoyance effectively. Nymphs had been designed for appearance, not emotion.

"Me? You spilled them when you ran!" Bink retorted. "I'm trying to pick them up."

"Well, it's your fault because you scared me. What were you doing behind the wall? No one's supposed to go there. That's why it's walled off. The water--" She paused with new alarm. "You didn't--?"

"I did," Bink said. "I was thirsty, and--"

She screamed again, and fled again. Nymphs by nature were flighty. Bink continued his gathering, arranging the surplus jewels in a pile beside the keg, knowing she would be back. He hated himself somewhat, knowing he should leave her alone, but found himself unable to stop himself. And he did owe it to her to clean up this mess as well as he could, though the pile was getting unwieldy.

Jewel tries to get Bink to go away.

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She edged in closer. "No, you're right. I spilled it. I'll catch up somehow. You just--just leave. Please." The sneezy tang of dust tickled his nose, as if a herd of centaurs had just charged along a dry road in midsummer.

"Your magic talent!" Bink exclaimed. "Smells!"

"Well, I never," she said, modestly affronted. Now the dust-odor was tinged by the fumes of burning oil.

"I mean you can make--you smell like what you feel."

"Oh, that." The oil merged into perfume. "Yes. What's your talent?"

"I can't tell you."

"But I just told you mine! It's only fair--" She edged within range. Bink grabbed her. She screamed again most fetchingly, and struggled without much strength. That, too, was the way nymphs were: delightfully and ineffectively difficult. He drew her in for a firm kiss on the lips. She was a most pleasant armful, and her lips tasted like honey. At least they smelled like it.

"That wasn't very nice," she rebuked him when he ended the kiss, but she didn't seem very angry. Her odor was of freshly overturned earth.

"I love you," Bink said. "Come with me--"

"I can't go with you," she said, smelling of freshly cut grass. "I have my job to do."

Bink tells Jewel about the quest he's on, and she mentions that it's very dangerous and she can't come.

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"I'm not used to them! I'm afraid of the dark! I couldn't go there, even if--"

Even if she wanted to. Because of course she did not love him. She had not drunk the love-water.

Bink had a naughty idea. "Come and take a drink with me! Then we can--"

She struggled to disengage, and he let her go. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her!

"No, I couldn't afford love. I must plant all these jewels."

"But what am I to do? From the moment I saw you--"

"You'll just have to take the antidote," she said, smelling of a newly lit candle. Bink recognized the connection: the candle symbolized her bright idea.

Jewel points out that all spells have counterspells, and there must be an antidote. She's surprised that Bink mentions he has friends down here, and he explains who all came with him. She decides to show him where safe water and food are.

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"Yes," he said, reaching for her. "We'll be glad to do some service in return--"

"Oh, no!" she cried, skipping away with an enticing bounce of anatomy and the scent of hickory smoke. "Not until you drink the antidote!"

Bink starts to head back to Chester, but Jewel tells him he can't go that way and instead leads him through the tunnels.

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Bink willingly suffered himself to be led. Even apart from the potion, he was discerning commendable traits in her. She was not one of the empty-headed nymphs like those associated with ocean foam or wild oats; she had a sense of purpose and fitness and decency. No doubt her responsible job of jewel-placing had matured her. Still, potion or not, he had no business with this creature! Once his friends were fed, he would have to leave her. He wondered how long it would take the potion to wear oft. Some spells were temporary, but others were lifelong.

Chester is rather confused by all this, and Jewel explains the love potion business. Chester blames their enemy. The fragment of mirror, however, has gotten lost when they go to contact Humfrey. Chester says they have to take Jewel with them, otherwise the counterspell won't work.

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"The object of the counterspell has to be present; that's the way these things work. You loved the first female you encountered after imbibing the potion; you must unlove her in the same fashion."

"I can't come with you!" Jewel protested, though she looked at Chester as if wishing for a ride on his back. "I have a lot of work to do!"

"How much will you get done if Bink stays here?" Chester inquired.

She threw up her hands in feminine exasperation.

"Come to my apartment, both of you. We'll discuss it later."

Jewel's apartment was as attractive as herself. She had a cluster of caves completely carpeted; the carpet-moss ran across the floor, up over the walls, and across the ceiling without a break except for the round doors. It was extremely cozy. She had no chairs, table, or bed; it seemed she sat or lay down anywhere, anytime, in perfect comfort.

Bink goes to the bathroom to clean his clothes via a magical cleaning alcove.

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Bink entered the room she indicated and closed the curtain. He located the cleaner: an ovenlike alcove through which a warm current of air passed over his tunic and shorts. He set them within this, then moved over to the basin where a rivulet of water ran through. Above it was a polished rock surface: a mirror. The vanity of the distaff always required a mirror!

Seeing himself reflected was a shock: he was more bedraggled than his clothes. His hair was tangled and plastered over his forehead, and he had a beard just at the ugly starting stage. Cave-dirt was smeared over portions of his face and body, from his crawl through the wall. He looked like a juvenile ogre. No wonder the nymph had been afraid of him at first!

Bink shaves with his sword and then gets into his newly clean clothes.

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When he emerged from the lavatory, Jewel looked him over with surprised admiration. "You are a handsome man!"

[...]

"We must pay for your hospitality--and for your help," Chester said when the laugh subsided fitfully.

"My hospitality I give freely; pay would demean it," Jewel said. "My help you seem to be co-opting. There is no pay for slave labor."

"No, Jewel!" Bink cried, cut to the heart of his emotion. "I would not force anything on you, or cause you grief!"

She softened. "I know it, Bink. You drank of the love-water; you would not hurt me. Yet since I must help you find your friends, so they can find the counterspell, and this takes me away from my work--"

"Then we must help you do your work!" Bink said.

"You can't. You don't know the first thing about sorting precious stones, or where they should be set. And if you did, the borer would not work for you."

"The borer?"

"My steed beast. He phases through the rock to reach where I must set the stones. I alone can control him--and then only when I sing. He works for a song, nothing else."

Jewel feeds them on magic fungus, which tastes like steak, and also potato chips (which are chipped off potato trees. Pun Count: 72) and chocolate pie (from the brown cow - Pun Count: 73).

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"You know," Chester murmured aside to Bink, "you could have found a worse nymph to encounter after your draught."

Bink didn't answer. After the magic drink, he would have loved a harpy; it wouldn't have mattered how foul she was. The love potion was absolutely heedless of its consequence. Magic without conscience. Indeed, as he had learned to his horror, the history of Xanth had been influenced by just such love springs. The original, mundane species had intermated, producing crossbreeds like the chimeras, harpies, griffins--and centaurs. Who was to say this was wrong? Where would the Land of Xanth be now, without the noble centaurs? Yet Bink's own drink of this water was supremely inconvenient in a personal way. Rationally, he had to stay with his wife, Chameleon; but emotionally--

Chester shows off his flute, and then something pikes into the room. Chester nearly kills it, but it turns out to be the borer - a diggle, a big and stupid relative of the wiggles and squiggles. They board the diggle, and Chester starts to play, which causes the worm to start moving and tunneling.

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"I have to admit, this is a worthwhile service," the nymph said. "I always thought centaurs had no magic."

"The centaurs thought so too," Bink said, covertly admiring her form from behind. To hell with the love potion; she had a shape to conjure with. Then the worm lurched, striking a different type of rock, and Bink was thrown forward against the nymph. "Uh, sorry," he said, righting himself, though indeed he was not very sorry. "I, uh--"

"Yes, I know," Jewel said. "Maybe you'd better put your arms about my waist, to steady yourself. It does get bumpy on occasion."

"I...think I'd better not," Bink said.

"You're sort of noble, in your fashion," she observed. "A girl could get to like you."

"I--I'm married," Bink said miserably. "I--I need that antidote."

"Yes, of course," she agreed.

They emerge by the river, and Chester stops playing. The worm stops, so he starts again. Jewel starts placing jewels while Bink watches for the bottle.

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But Bink's eyes were on the glowing river, looking for the bottle. Such as the power of the potion, he half-hoped he wouldn't find it. Once they found the magician, and then located the antidote, he would be out of love with Jewel--and that was difficult to contemplate. He knew what was right, but his heart wasn't in it.

Time passed. Jewel placed diamonds, opals, emeralds, sapphires, amethysts, jades, and many garnets in the rocks along the river, and sprinkled pearls in the water for the oysters to find. "Oysters just love pearls," she explained. "They just gobble them up." She sang as she worked, alternating with Chester's flute, while Bink's attention roved from her to the water and back again. He could, indeed, have encountered a worse subject for the potion to fix on!

Then they find a lake, near to where the demons live. Jewel says they'll need to get a permit from the demons. The cave becomes a city, and it seems the demons have cars, though Bink doesn't recognize what a car is.

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"Where's the fire?" the demon demanded from the coach. He was blue, and the top of his head was round and flat like a saucer.

"Right here, Blue Steel," Jewel said, clapping one hand to her bosom. "Will you issue a ticket for my friends? They're looking for the source of magic."

(Pun Count: 74)

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"The source of magic!" another voice exclaimed. There were, Bink now saw, two demons in the vehicle; the second was of coppery hue. "That's a matter for the Chief!"

"All right, Copper," Jewel agreed. Sheevidently knew these demons well enough to banter with them. Bink suffered a sharp green pang of jealousy.

(Pun Count: 75)

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Jewel guided them to a building marked PRECINCT STATION and parked the worm. "I must remain with the diggle to sing him a song," she said. "You go in and see the Chief; I will wait."

Now Bink was afraid she would not wait, that she would take this opportunity to leave them, to betray them to the demons. That way she would be safe from pursuit, either vengeful or romantic. But he had to trust her. After all, he loved her.

The chief turns out to be Beauregard, who decides to give them their permits because he feels he owes them.

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"Uh, there's a nymph waiting outside--" Bink said. Beauregard shook his head. "You do seem to be jinxed, Bink. First you lose the bottle, then your heart. But never fear, well include the nymph in the party. We shall entertain the diggle at our motor pool; he will enjoy the swim. We know Jewel well; in fact, you could hardly have been more fortunate in your misfortune." In due course Jewel joined them for supper. It was hard to believe that dawn had been at the fringe of the Region of Madness, in a tree, and breakfast had been at the lake castle of the fiends, lunch with the nymph, and supper here--all in the same day. Down here under the ground day had less meaning; still, it had been an eventful period.

The demon's meal was similar to the nymph's, only it was fashioned from minute magic creatures called yeast and bacteria. Bink wondered whether there were front-teria too, but didn't ask. Some of the food was like squash, which had been squashed only minutes before; some resembled roast haunch of medium-long pig. Dessert was the frozen eye of a scream bird. Genuine eye scream was a rare delicacy, and so was this yellow flavored imitation.

"I sampled the eye of a smilk once," Chester said. "But it was not as good as this."

"You have good taste," Beauregard said.

"Oh, no! Centaur eyes have inferior flavor," Chester said quickly.

(Pun Count: 81) Beauregard then brings them to a nice den to talk. He has acquired Humfrey's bottle, and releases him...as a prisoner to serve his will.

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"I have not rescued him," the demon said. "I have conjured him. He must now do my bidding."

"Just as you once did his bidding!" Bink said.

"Correct. It all depends on who is confined, and who possesses the controlling magic. The Magician has dabbled in demonology; he is now subject to our humanology."

(Pun Count: 82) However, Beauregard doesn't have any real desire to keep Humfrey as a slave. He tells Bink he's just doing this to convince him that there's more consequences to magic than he knows. He believes a demon of some kind is one of Bink's enemies - and a demon that is to others as Magicians are to normal people. Beauregard says he's doing this because he thinks it is good for Xanth, and he believes in Xanth's welfare. He also reveals that he doesn't actually have Humfrey's real bottle - he can just conjure him temporarily. Thus, Bink has to get the bottle before the enemy does. Beauregard gets Humfrey to tell Bink where the bottle is.

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"Latitude twenty-eight degrees northwest, longitude one hundred and--"

"Not that way, simpleton!" Beauregard interrupted. "Tell it so he can use it!"

"Er, yes," Humfrey agreed. "Perhaps we'd better put Crombie on."

"Do it," the demon snapped.

The griffin appeared beside the Magician. "Say, yes," Bink said eagerly. "If we have him point out your direction from here, I mean our direction from there, we can reverse it to reach you."

"Won't work," Beauregard said. But Crombie was already whirling. His wing came to rest pointing directly at Bink.

"Fine," Bink said. "We'll go that way."

"Try walking across the den." Beauregard said. "Griffin, hold that point."

Perplexed, Bink walked. Crombie didn't move, but his pointing wing continued aiming at Bink. "It's just a picture!" Bink explained. "No matter how you look at it, it looks right at you."

"Precisely," the demon agreed. 'This conjuration is in a certain respect an image. The same aspect appears regardless of the orientation of the viewer. To orient on the conjuration is useless; it is the original we require."

"Easily solved, demon," Humfrey snapped. "Crombie, point out the direction of our bottle as viewed from the locale of the conjuration."

This time, Bink has to go down.

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"I do," Chester said, "About my talent--"

Beauregard smiled. "Very clever, centaur. I think you have the mind of a demon! It is indeed possible, in this situation, for you to obtain the information you seek without incurring the Magician's normal fee, if your ethics permit such exploitation."

"No," Chester said. "I'm not trying to cheat! Magician, I know my talent now. But I've already served part of the fee, and am stuck for the rest."

Humfrey smiled. "I never specified the Question I would Answer. Pick another Question for the fee. That was part of the agreement."

"Say, good," Chester said, like a colt with sudden access to the farthest and greenest pasture. He pondered briefly. "Cherie--I'd sure like to know her talent, if she has one. A magical one, I mean. Her and her less-magical-than-thou attitude--"

"She has a talent," Humfrey said. "Do you wish the Answer now?"

"No. I might figure it out myself, again."

The Magician spread his hands. "As you prefer. However, we are not insured against accidents of fate. If you don't solve it, and Bink doesn't find my bottle before the enemy does, I may be forced to renege. Do you care to take that risk?"

The bottle, Humfrey reveals, is near the enemy's lands, and Beauregard banishes Humfrey before he admits that he doesn't actually know who the enemy is specifically. He does know it probably has immense magic - even stronger than Bink's.

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"To continue: because of the inverse ratio, the enemy was not able to harm you on the surface, though he tried with demonic persistence and cunning. (I distinguish between the terms 'demonic' and 'demoniac'; the latter has a pejorative connotation that is unwarranted.) Which is why I am convinced it is in fact a demon you face. But here in the nether region, the enemy can and will bring to bear overwhelming magic. Therefore it is foolish to pursue your quest further."

"I'm human," Bink said.

"Yes, unfortunately. A demon would be more rational. Since you are a foolish human of exactly the type my research paper describes, you will continue inevitably to your doom--for the sake of your ideals and friendships."

"I must be more human than demon," Jewel said. "I think he's noble."

"Don't flatter me," Bink warned her. "It only exaggerates the effect of the potion."

She looked startled, then prettily resolute. "I'm sorry the potion had to--I mean, you're such a nice, handsome, courageous, decent man, I--I can't say I'm sorry it happened. When we get back maybe I will take a drink myself."

"But one reason I need the Magician is to find the antidote," Bink pointed out. "Apart from my friendship for him, I mean. In fact, we should have asked Crombie to point out the locale of the antidote, so--"

"I could summon them again," Beauregard said. "But I would not advise it."

"Why not?" Bink asked.

"Because in the event the enemy is not yet aware of the precise location of their bottle, we do not wish to call further attention to it. We do not know what mechanisms the enemy has to observe you, now that its squiggle is gone, but we can not afford to assume they are negligible. It would be better to rescue your friends first, then attend to your more personal business."

"Yes, that is true," Bink said. He turned to the nymph. "Jewel, I regret having to inconvenience you further, but my loyalty to my friends comes first. I promise, as soon as we rescue them--"

"That's all right," she said, seeming not at all displeased.

[...]

"No, only the diggle can take you there fast enough," Jewel said. "And only I can guide the diggle. There's lots of bad magic in the river channel, and very little in the solid rock. I'm coming along."

"I hoped you would say that," Bink said. "Of course my feeling doesn't count, since--"

Jewel stepped up and kissed him on the mouth. "I like your honesty, too," she said. "Let's get going."

Bink, momentarily stunned by the potency of this first voluntary kiss, forced his mind to focus on the mission. "Yes--we must hurry."

Beauregard warns them about the goblins, and tells them that he thinks their quest is probably foolish.

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"But once knowledge of the nature of the source of magic were known, what would stop an evil Magician from obtaining it? With the strongest magic of all, he could rule Xanth--or destroy it."

Bink considered. He remembered how an Evil Magician had taken over the crown of Xanth--and had turned out not to be evil at all. But that had been a special situation. Suppose a truly evil man--or woman--obtained unconscionable power? "I see your point. I'll think about it. Maybe I won't go all the way to the source. But I must rescue the Magician, regardless."

They head out.

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They boarded the diggle and moved out, following the direction Crombie had indicated. "I don't know the deeper depths so well," Jewel said, "But there's a whole lot of solid rock here, since we're not following so close to the river. I'll tell the diggle to stay within the rock until we get there, and only to come out where there is light. I think you could sleep some while we travel, while I sing the worm along."

"You are beautiful," Bink said gratefully. He leaned his head against her back and was lulled to sleep by her singing, amplified and sweetened by his contact with her. And the worm ground on.

Pun Count: 82ish by the end of Chapter 10.

Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 01:36 on Aug 1, 2013

Alopex
May 31, 2012

This is the sleeve I have chosen.
The hero punches through a lady's wall, scares the living daylights out of her, fucks up her work for the day and refuses to leave when asked, then finishes up by sexually assaulting her... And naturally she falls head over heels for him anyway because

???

For all Anthony's claims to be totally in tune with ~female logic~ he should know that after that kind of introduction the typical response would be calling the loving cops, not inviting the grabby creep into her house.

PleasingFungus
Oct 10, 2012
idiot asshole bitch who should fuck off
There are two pun 67s, two pun 69s, and you've got a 'qupte' near the start of chapter 8.

Also, a heroic attempted-rapist, but there's nothing to be done about that, I suppose.

malkav11
Aug 7, 2009
I swear this 50-something man was reading this exact book on my bus on the way home today. :shepface:

Mors Rattus
Oct 25, 2007

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Chapter 11. Bink awakens as Jewel hoarsely tells him they made it.

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"You should have waked me before!" Bink said. "To take my turn singing the worm along. You've sung yourself out."

"Your head was so nice on my shoulder, I couldn't disturb you," she rasped. "Besides, you'll need all your strength. I can feel the magic intensifying as we move along."

Bink felt it too: a subtle prickle on his skin like that of the magic dust. For all he knew, the rock through which they traveled might be the magic-dust rock, before it welled to the surface. But the mystery remained: what was it that imbued that rock with magic? "Uh, thanks," he said awkwardly. "You're a sweet nymph."

"Well--" She turned her head, making it easy to kiss. She smelled of especially fine roses: this magic, too, was enhanced by the environment. Bink leaned forward, inhaling the delicious fragrance, bringing his lips close to--

At which point Bink spots Grundy hanging from the bottle. The lake is glowing, though, and is poisonous to swim in. Chester can't lasso it, since it's too far from shore. Grundy warns them they have to hurry, since something lives under the lake and it's dangerous. Bink decides he's going to swim out anyway and trust in healing elixir to solve his problems. Jewel tells him not to, though, and instead has the diggle go out over the water with the aid of Chester's flute.

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"Hurry! Hurry!" the golem called. "The coral is aware of the--is trying to--is--HELP! IT'S COMING UP TO GET ME!"

Then Grundy screamed horribly, as if in human pain. "I'm not real enough, yet," he gasped after the scream had torn its way out of his system. "I'm still just a golem, just a thing, string and gum. I can be controlled. I--"

He broke off, then screamed again, then resumed more quietly. "I'm gone."

Bink understood none of this, yet had the sinking feeling that he should somehow have tried to help the golem to fight off--what? Some encouragement, some reminder of the feelings Grundy evidently did have. Maybe the golem could have fought off his private personal horror, if--

Now the worm was almost at the bottle. Quickly Grundy wrapped his string-arms about the cork, braced his feet against the neck of the bottle, and heaved. "By the power of the brain coral, emerge!" he gasped.

(Pun Count: 83) Humfrey and Crombie come out of the bottle, flying to shore without touching the water.

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Bink ran up as they landed at the shore. "We were so worried about you, afraid the enemy would get you first!"

"The enemy did," Humfrey said, reaching for a vial as he let go of the griffin. "Turn about, Bink; desist your quest, and you will not be harmed."

"Desist my quest!" Bink cried, amazed. "Right when I'm so close to accomplishing it? You know I won't do that!"

"I serve a new master, but my scruples remain," Humfrey said. There was something sinister about him now; he remained a small, gnomish man, but now there was no humor in that characterization. His gaze was more like that of a basilisk than that of a man: a cold, deadly stare. "It is necessary that you understand. The bottle was opened by the agency of the entity that lies beneath this lake, a creature of tremendous intelligence and magic and conscience, but lacking the ability to move. This is the brain coral, who has to operate through other agencies to accomplish its noble purpose."

"The--enemy?" Bink asked, dismayed. "The one who sent the magic sword, and the dragon, and the squiggle--"

"And countless other obstructions, most of which your own magic foiled before they manifested. The coral can not control a conscious, intelligent, living entity; it must operate through thought suggestions that seem like the creature's own notions. That was why the dragon chased you, and the squiggle spied on you, and why the other seemingly coincidental complications occurred. But your talent brought you through almost unscathed. The siren lured you, but the gorgon did not enchant you into stone; the midas fly was diverted to another target, the curse of the fiends missed you. Now, at the heart of the coral's magic, you are finally balked. You must turn back, because--"

"But it can not control you!" Bink protested. "You are a man, an intelligent man, a Magician!"

"It assumed control of the golem, possible only because Grundy's reality was not complete and this is the region of the coral's greatest power. It caused the golem to open the bottle. Crombie and I are subject to the holder of the bottle. It does not matter that the bottle is now floating on the surface of the coral lake; the conjuration was done in the name of the brain coral, and it is binding."

"But--" Bink protested, unable to continue because he could not formulate his thought.

"That was the most savage engagement of this campaign," Humfrey continued. 'The struggle for possession of the bottle. The coral managed to dislodge it from your clothing, but your magic caused the cork to work loose, and we started to emerge. That was the impact of the fiends curse, aiding you by what seemed like an incredible coincidence. It shook the bottle within the vortex. But the coral used a strong eddy current to jam the stopper back, trapping Grundy outside. But your magic made the magic mirror get caught halfway, shattering it, with fragments inside and out, enabling us to establish communication of a sort. Then the coral's magic caused you to lose your fragment of glass. But your magic guided you to Beauregard, who re-established communication. You nearly reached the bottle in time, by turning the liability of your infatuation for the nymph into an asset--your talent outmaneuvered the coral neatly there!--but here the coral's magic is stronger than yours, and so it got the bottle first. Barely. In effect, your two talents have canceled out. But now the coral, through the power of the bottle, controls Crombie and me. All our powers are at its service, and you have lost."

Chester stood beside Bink. "So you have become the enemy," he said slowly.

"Not really. Now that we have access to the coral's perspective, we know that it is on the side of reason. Bink, your quest is dangerous, not merely for you, but for all the land of Xanth. You must desist, believe me!"

But Bink and Chester don't trust them, and Humfrey won't put himself back in the bottle and let himself be rescued to prove he tells the truth. Humfrey understands this, and tells them that if they won't listen, they will have to fight.

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Bink was torn between unkind alternatives. How could he fight his friends, the very ones he had struggled so hard to rescue? Yet if they were under the spell of the enemy, how could he afford to yield to their demand? If only he could get at the brain coral, the enemy, and destroy it, then his friends would be freed from its baleful influence. But the coral was deep under the poison water, unreachable. Unless--

"Jewel!" he cried. "Send the diggle down to make holes through the coral!"

"I can't, Bink," she said sadly. "The diggle never came back after we sent it after the bottle. I'm stuck here with my bucket of gems." She flipped a diamond angrily into the water. "I can't even plant them properly, now."

"The worm has been sent away," Humfrey said. "Only the completion of your quest can destroy the coral--along with all the Land of Xanth. Depart now, or suffer the consequence."

Chester volunteers to fight Crombie. Unlike Bink, he doesn't worry about hurting the griffin - though he promises not to do it too much if he can. Bink faces off against Humfrey, who rummages with his bottles. The first time is a failure - all he gets is a green poncho. Bink goes to cut the bottle belt off Humfrey's waist, but he hesitates and is suddenly surrounded by thirteen black cats. He worries about attacking them, because he doesn't want to render cats extinct again. Crombie and Chester fight savagely, while Bink is distracted by the cats, amd discovers that they aren't alive.

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Then two things changed his attitude. First, the severed halves of the cat he had struck did not die; they metamorphosed into smaller cats. This was not a real cat, but a pseudo-cat, shaped from life-clay and given a feline imperative. Any part of it became another cat. Had a dog been shaped from the same material, it would have fractured into more dogs. So Bink hardly needed to worry about preservation of that species. Second, another cat was biting him on the ankle.

In a sudden fury of relief and ire, Bink laid about him with his blade. He sliced cats in halves, quarters, and eighths--and every segment became a smaller feline, attacking him with renewed ferocity. This was like fighting the hydra--only this time he had no spell-reversal wood to feed it, and there was no thread to make it drop. Soon he had a hundred tiny cats pouncing on him like rats, and then a thousand attacking like nickelpedes. The more he fought, the worse it got.

Was this magic related to that of the hydra? That monster had been typified by seven, while the cats were thirteen, but each doubled with each strike against a member. If there were some key, some counterspell to abolish doubling magic--

"Get smart, Bink!" Chester called, stomping on several cats that had wandered into his territory. "Sweep them all into the drink."

Of course! Bink stooped low and swung the flat of his sword sidewise, sweeping dozens of thumbnail-sized cats into the lake. They hissed as they splashed, like so many hot pebbles, and then thrashed to the bottom. Whether they were drowning or being poisoned he could not tell, but none emerged.

Chester and Crombie continue to fight viciously, with both getting nastily wounded. Bink turns to Humfrey...who pulls out a bottle of cherry bombs. He dives at Humfrey and wrestles him to the ground, sending the bottles across the floor. The cherry bombs blow up harmlessly in the lake, except one, which goes into JEwel's bucket of gems, sending them flying everywhere.

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The explosion sent precious stones flying all over the cavern. Diamonds shot by Bink's ears; a huge pearl thunked into the Magician's chest; opals got under Chester's hooves. "Oh, no!" Jewel cried, horrified. "That's not the way it's supposed to be done! Each has to be planted in exactly the right place!"

Bink was sorry about the gems, but he had more pressing problems. The new bottles were spewing forth a bewildering variety of things.

The first was a pair of winged shoes. "So that's where I left them!" Humfrey exclaimed. But they flew out of reach before he could grab them. The second vial loosed a giant hour-glass whose sands were running out--also harmless in this instance. The next was a collection of exotic-looking seeds, some like huge flat fish eyes, others like salt-and-pepper mix, others like one-winged flies. They fluttered out and littered a wide patch, crunching underfoot, rolling like marbles, squishing and adhering like burrs. But they did not seem to be any direct threat.

Unfortunately, the other vials were also pouring out vapors. These produced a bucket of garbage (so that was how the Magician cleaned his castle: he swept it all into a vial!), a bag of supergrow fertilizer, a miniature thunderstorm, and a small nova star. Now the seeds had food, water, and light. Suddenly they were sprouting. Tendrils poked out, bodies swelled, pods popped, leaves burst forth. Roots gripped the rock and clasped items of garbage; stems shot up to form a dense and variegated carpet. Diverse species fought their own miniature battles over the best fertilizer territory. In moments Bink and the Magician were surrounded by an expanding little jungle. Vines clung to feet, branches poked at bodies, and leaves obscured vision. Soon the plants were flowering. Now their species were identifiable. Lady slippers produced footwear of a most delicate nature, causing Jewel to exclaim in delight and snatch off a pair for herself. Knotweeds formed the most intricate specialized knots: bow, granny, lanyard, clinch, hangman, and half-hitch. Bink had to step quickly to avoid getting tied up. That would cost him the victory right there!

(Pun Count: 85)

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Meanwhile, the Magician was trying to avoid the snapping jaws of dog-tooth violets and dandelions, while a hawkweed made little swoops at his head. Bink would have laughed--but had too many problems of his own. A goldenrod was trying to impale him on its metallic spire, and a sunflower was blinding him with its effulgence. The nova star was no longer needed; the cave was now as bright as day, and would remain so until the sunflower went to seed.

(Pun Count: 88)

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Bink ducked just in time to avoid a flight of glinting arrowheads--but his foot slipped on a buttercup, squirting butter out and making him sit down hard--ooomph--on the squishy head of a skunk cabbage. Suddenly he was steamed in the nauseating fragrance.

(Pun Count: 91)

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Well, what had he expected? He had very little protective talent now; the enemy brain coral had canceled out his magic. Bink was on his own, and had to make his own breaks. At least Humfrey was no better off; at the moment he was being given a hotfoot by a patch of fireweed. He snatched up a flower from a water lily and poured its water out to douse the fire. Meanwhile, several paintbrushes were decorating him with stripes of red, green, and blue. Stray diamonds from the nymph's collection were sticking to his clothes.

(Pun Count: 94)

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This was getting nowhere! Bink tore his way out of the miniature jungle, holding his breath and closing his eyes as a parcel of poppies popped loudly about his head. He felt something enclosing his hands, and had to look: it was a pair of foxgloves. A bluebell rang in his ear; then he was out of it. And there was the Magician's belt with its remaining vials. Suddenly he realized: if he controlled this, Humfrey would be helpless. All his magic was contained in these vials!

(Pun Count: 97)

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Bink stepped toward it--but at that moment the Magician emerged from the foliage, plastered with crowfeet. Humfrey brushed them off, and the feet scampered away. A lone primrose turned its flower away from this gaucherie. Humfrey dived for his magic belt, arriving just as Bink did.

(Pun Count: 99)

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Bink laid his hands on it. There was a tug-of-war. More vials spilled out. One puffed into a kettle of barley soup that spilled across the floor and was eagerly lapped up by the questing rootlets of the jungle. Another developed into a package of mixed nuts and bolts. Then Bink found a steaming rice pudding and heaved it at the Magician--but Humfrey scored first with a big mince pie. Minces flew out explosively, twenty-four of them, littering a yet wider area. Bink caught the brunt of it in his face. Minces were wriggling in his hair and down his neck and partially obscuring his vision. Bink fanned the air with his sword, trying to keep the Magician back while he cleared his vision. Oddly, he could perceive the neighboring battle of centaur and griffin better than his own, at this moment.

(Pun Count: 101) Meanwhile, Chester and Crombie are brutalizing each other. They're both tired and ragged. Humfrey summons a bowl of rancid yogurt, which gets hurled into the lake. He's choosing bottles at random now, and mostly it's harmless...until he pulls out a kraken weed, which Bink cuts to pieces.

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Desperately Humfrey opened bottles, searching for something to further his cause. Three dancing fairies materialized, hovering on translucent, pastel-hued wings, but they were harmless and soon drifted over to consult with Jewel, who put them to work picking up stray gems. A package of cough drops formed and burst--but too close to the Magician, who went into paroxysms of coughing. But then a wyvern appeared.

(Pun Count: 102) Bink attacks the wyvern, which deflects the blade and blasts steam at him. Then Bink kills it by shoving his sword up through its skull. Humgrey has gone through his vials, getting long underwear, comics, a stepladdar, a stink bomb and a bunch of quills, as well as an evening gown that hides an evil eye behind it. (Pun Count: 103) Bink uses the gown as a shield. The evil eye shoots Chester with a light that blinds him, and Crombie sends him into the lake, which closes over him. Chester is gone. Humfrey finally finds his vial of sleeping potion, and Bink doesn't dare cross into the gaze of the eye. Humfrey threatens him with Crombie, who lunges to attack even as Humfrey says that the coral will let him live if he surrenders. Bink tries to get crombie with the evil eye, then goes for him with his sword. It's a close fight, since Crombie knows how Bink moves, but Bink's rage enables him to force Crombie to face the eye, then entangle Crombie. He nearly stumbles into the water, though, and Grundy calls for his help. Grundy splashes Crombie with the water, and it weakens him a bit. Then Bink realizes that while Grundy may be helping, he's also at least partially on the coral's side.

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Two possibilities: first, the coral might have only borrowed the golem, then released him, so that Grundy had reverted to Bink's camp. Yet in that case, the coral could take over the golem again at any time, and Grundy was not to be trusted. In the heat of battle the coral might have forgotten Grundy, but as that battle simplified, that would change. Second, Grundy might remain an agent of the enemy right now. In that case--

But why should the coral try to fool Bink this way? Why not just finish him off without respite? Bink didn't know, but it occurred to him it might be his smartest course to play along, to pretend to be fooled. The enemy might have some weakness Bink hadn't fathomed, and if he could figure it out, using the golem as a clue--

The soldier had not given up. Unable to turn in the air because of his disabled guidance system, Crombie oriented himself on land, got up speed, and took off across the lake again.

"Don't touch me--I'm steeped in poison!" Grundy cried. "I'll spot the eye for you, Bink. You concentrate on--"

Glad for the little ally despite his doubts, Bink did. As the griffin sailed at him, Bink leaped up, making a two-handed strike directly overhead with his sword. Crombie, unable to swerve, took the slash on his good wing. The blade cut through the feathers and muscle and tendon and bone, half-severing the wing.

Bink continues to fight Crombie, cutting him in the neck. Still, Crombie fights on despite the mortal wound. Bink lunges to kill Crombie, fueled by rage, and drags him across the rock. Bink hurls the griffin at the eye, but misses, with Grundy telling him where the eye is going. Bink traps the eye and sends it into the water. Crombie is nearly dead, but Humfrey threatens Bink with the sleeping potion. Bink calls his bluff, getting his sword and pointing out that Humfrey's in just as much danger as him, and that the golem will stay awake - but can't be trusted to be on either side. Humfrey refuses to be bluffed by Bink, though...and he reveals that he made the wrong choice of bottle.

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A bottle materializing from a bottle? "Oh, no!" Humfrey cried. "That was my supply of smart-pills, lost for this past decade!"

What irony! The Magician had absentmindedly filed his smart-pills inside another bottle, and without them had been unable to figure out where he had put them. Now, by a permutation of the war of talents, they had shown up--at the wrong time.

Bink touched the Magician's chest with the point of his sword. "You don't need any smart-pill to know what will happen if you do not yield to me now."

Humfrey sighed. "It seems I underestimated you, Bink. I never supposed you could beat the griffin."

Bink hoped never to have to try it again! If Crombie hadn't already been tired and wounded--but no sense worrying about what might have been. "You serve an enemy master. I can not trust you. Yield, and I will require one service of you, then force you back into the bottle until my quest is complete. Otherwise I must slay you, so as to render your brain coral helpless." Was this a bluff? He did not want to kill the Magician, but if the battle renewed..."Choose!"

Humfrey paused, evidently in communion with some other mind. "Goblins can't come; too bright, and besides, they hate the coral. No other resources in range. Can't counter your check." He paused again. Bink realized the term "check" related to the Mundane game King Trent sometimes played, called chess; a check was a direct personal threat. An apt term.

"The coral is without honor," Humfrey continued. "But I am not. I thought my prior offer to you was valid; I did not know the griffin would attack you then."

"I would like to believe you," Bink said, his anger abating but not his caution. "I dare not. I can only give you my word about my intent."

"Your word is better than mine, in this circumstance. I accept your terms."

Bink lowered the sword, but did not put it away. "And what of the golem?" he demanded. "Whose side is he on?"

"He--is one of us, as you surmised. You tricked me into acknowledging that by my reaction a moment ago. You are very clever in the clutch, Bink."

"Forget the flattery! Why was Grundy helping me?"

"The coral told me to," the golem answered.

"It doesn't make sense for the coral to fight itself! If you'd fought on Crombie's side, he might have beaten me!"

"And he might still have lost," Humfrey said. "The coral, too, had seriously underestimated you, Bink. It thought that once it canceled out your talent--which remains horribly strong and devious, forcing constant attention--you could readily be overcome by physical means. Instead you fought with increasing savagery and skill as the pressure mounted. What had seemed a near-certainty became dubious. Thus the chance of the coral prevailing by force diminished, while the chance of prevailing by reason increased."

"Reason!" Bink exclaimed incredulously.

"Accordingly, the coral delegated the golem to be your friend--the coral's agent in your camp. Then if you won the physical battle, and I were dead, you would be prepared to listen to this friend."

"Well, I'm not prepared," Bink said. "I never trusted Grundy's change of sides, and would have thrown him back into the lake the moment he betrayed me. At the moment I have more important business. Find the vial containing the healing elixir. I know that has not yet been opened."

Bink has Jewel take the bottle from Humfrey.

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Timidly the nymph stepped toward him. "I'm afraid of you when you're like this, Bink."

And she had been afraid during the battle. He could have used her help when the evil eye was stalking him, instead of having to rely on the extremely questionable aid of the golem. She was an all-too-typical nymph in this respect, incapable of decisive action in a crisis. Chameleon had been otherwise, even in her stupidest phase; she had acted to save him from harm, even sacrificing herself. He loved them both--but he would stay with Chameleon.

He sends her to heal Crombie, since he still wants Crombie to live.

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Jewel paused at the brink of the crevice, looking down. Her free hand went to her mouth in a very feminine gesture that Bink found oddly touching. No, not oddly; he loved her, therefore he reacted in a special manner even to her minor mannerisms. But intellectually he knew better. "He's all blood!" she protested.

"I can't take my attention from the Magician," Bink said, and added mentally: or the golem. "If that vial does not contain the healing elixir, I shall slay him instantly." Bold words, bolstering his waning drive. "You have to apply it. We need that griffin to point out the location of the antidote to the love potion."

"I--yes, of course," she said faintly. She fumbled at the cork. "He's--there's so much gore--where do I--?"

Crombie roused himself partially. His eagle head rotated weakly on the slashed neck, causing another gout of blood to escape. "Squawk!"

"He says don't do it," Grundy translated. "Hell only have to kill you."

Bink angled his sword so that the blade reflected a glint of nova-starlight into the griffin's glazing eyes. The sunflower had been brighter, but now was fading; its harvest time was approaching. "I don't expect honor in a creature of the enemy, or gratitude for a favor rendered," he said grimly. "I have made a truce of sorts with the brain coral, and I enforce it with this sword. Crombie will obey me implicitly--or the Magician dies. Doubt me if you will."

How could they fail to doubt him, when he doubted himself? Yet if violence broke out again, he would not simply let the coral take over.

Crombie turned his tortured gaze on Humfrey. "What Bink says is true," the Magician said. "He has defeated us, and now requires service in exchange for our lives. The coral accedes. Perform his service, and suffer confinement in the bottle--or I will die and you will have to fight him again."

The griffin squawked once more, weakly. "What is the service?" Grundy translated.

"You know what it is!" Bink said. "To point out the nearest, safest love-reversal magic." Were they stalling, waiting for the sunflower to fade all the way so the goblins could come?

Another squawk. Then the noble head fell to the floor. "He agrees, but he's too weak to point," Grundy said.

"We don't really need the antidote...." Jewel said.

"Get on with it," Bink grated. He had deep cuts where the griffin's claws had raked his body, and he was desperately tired, now that the violent part of the action had abated. He had to wrap this up before he collapsed. "Sprinkle him!"

Jewel finally got the bottle open. Precious fluid sprayed out, splattering her, the rocks, and the griffin. One drop struck the golem, who was suddenly cured of his partially dissolved state. But none of it landed on Bink, with what irony only the coral knew for sure.

Crombie lifted his body free of the crevice. Bright and beautiful again, he spread his wings, turning to orient on Bink. Bink's muscles tensed painfully; he held the Magician hostage, but if the griffin attacked now--

Jewel jumped between Bink and Crombie. "Don't you dare!" she cried at the griffin. There was the odor of burning paper.

For a long moment Crombie looked at her, his colorful wings partially extended, beating slowly back and forth. She was such a slip of a girl, armed only with the bottle of elixir; there was no way she could balk the magnificent animal. Indeed, her body trembled with her nervousness; one squawk and she would collapse in tears.

Yet she had made the gesture, Bink realized. This was an extraordinary act for a true nymph. She had tried to stand up for what she believed in. Could he condemn her because her courage was no greater than her strength?

Crombie points towards the lake. Bink makes Humfrey conjure him into the bottle, which Jewel fetches from the lake. Humfrey does so, and Bink realizes that Humfrey could have done that to him at any time, if he'd realized it...and if he'd had the big bottle ready. He tells Humfrey to get Grundy and himself in now, too, but Humfrey has another idea.

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"The coral is reconsidering," Humfrey said. "It believes that if you knew the full story, you would agree with the coral's viewpoint. Will you listen?"

"More likely the coral is stalling until more of its minions can arrive," Bink said, thinking again of the goblins. They might not get along well with the brain coral, but if some kind of deal were made...

"But it knows the location and nature of the source of magic!" Humfrey said. "Listen, and it will guide you there."

"Guide me there first, then I will listen!"

"Agreed."

"Agreed?"

"We trust you, Bink."

"I don't trust you. But all right--I'll make the deal. I hope I'm not making a fatal mistake. Show me the source of magic--and not with any one-word riddle I can't understand--then tell me why the brain coral has tried so hard to stop me from getting there."

"First, I suggest you imbibe a drop of the healing elixir yourself," the Magician said.

Startled, Jewel turned. "Oh, Bink--you should have been the first to have it!"

"No," Bink said. "It might have been the sleeping potion."

Humfrey nodded. "Had I attempted to betray you, it would have shown when the griffin was treated," he said. "You maneuvered to guard against betrayal most efficiently. I must say, even with your talent canceled out, you have managed very well. You are far removed from the stripling you once were."

"Aren't we all," Bink growled, hand still on sword.

Jewel sprinkled a drop of elixir on him. Instantly his wounds healed, and he was strong again. But his suspicion of the Good Magician did not ease.

Pun Count: 103ish 106ish by the end of Chapter 11.

Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 21:05 on Aug 1, 2013

Alopex
May 31, 2012

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You missed three right when the cluster of plant puns broke out.

God, this love potion is the laziest plot device. All the drama and whining of a classic love triangle without having to develop Jewel's character enough to give a reason for Bink to be in love with her.

Mors Rattus
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Chapter 12 starts with Humfrey leading Bink, Jewel and Crombie towards the source of magic.

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"Incidentally," Humfrey said. "Crombie was not deceiving you. The antidote you seek does lie in the direction of the lake--but beyond it The coral could enable you to obtain it--if things work out."

"I have no interest in bribes from the enemy," Bink said curtly.

"You don't?" Jewel asked. "You don't want the antidote?"

"Sorry--I didn't mean I intended to renege," Bink told her. "It's a matter of principle. I can't let the enemy subvert me, even though I do not wish to burden you with my love any longer than--"

"It's no burden, Bink," she said. "I never saw anything so brave as--"

"But since the antidote is evidently out of reach, there is no point in keeping you. I'm sorry I inconvenienced you for nothing. You are free to go, now."

She caught at his arm. Bink automatically moved his sword out of the way. "Bink, I--"

Bink yielded to his desire at last and kissed her. To his surprise, she returned the kiss emphatically. The scent of yellow roses surrounded them. Then he pushed her gently away. "Take good care of yourself, nymph. This sort of adventure is not for you. I would like to believe that you are safe and happy with your gems and your job, always."

"Bink, I can't go."

"You have to go! Here there is only horror and danger, and I have no right to subject you to it. You must depart without discovering the source of magic, so that you will have no enemy."

Now she smelled of pine trees on a hot day, all pungent and fresh and mildly intoxicating. The elixir had cured her hoarseness, too, and had erased the no-sleep shadows under her eyes. She was as lovely as she had been the moment he first saw her. "You have no right to send me away, either," she said.

They are now approaching the source, which lies below some rocks.

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The Magician showed the way to a natural, curving tunnel-ramp that led down. "Feel the intensifying strength of magic, here? The most minor talent looms like that of a Magician--but all talents are largely nullified by the ambience. It is as if magic does not exist, paradoxically, because it can not be differentiated properly."

Bink could not make much sense of that. He continued on down, alert for further betrayal, conscious of the pressure of magic all about him. If a lightning bug made its little spark here, there would be a blast sufficient to blow the top off a mountain! They were certainly approaching the source--but was this also a trap?

The ramp debouched into an enormous cave, whose far wall was carved into the shape of a giant demon face. "The Demon Xanth, the source of magic," Humfrey said simply.

This Demon is the source of all magic. Bink doesn't believe it, of course. Humfrey tells him that he should walk around the chamber, so he can intercept some of the magic vortexes that are the Demon's thoughts. Bink does so.

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Suddenly he felt giddy; it was as if he were falling, but his feet were firm. He paused, bracing himself against he knew not what. Another siege of madness? If that were the trap--

He saw stars. Not the paltry motes of the normal night sky, but monstrous and monstrously strange balls of flaming yet unburning substance, of gas more dense than rock, and tides without water. They were so far apart that a dragon could not have flown from one to another in its lifetime, and so numerous that a man could not count them all in his lifetime, yet all were visible at once. Between these magically huge-small, distant-close unbelievable certainties flew the omnipotent Demons, touching a small (enormous) star here to make it flicker, a large (tiny) one there to make it glow red, and upon occasion puffing one into the blinding flash of a nova. The realm of the stars was the Demons' playground.

The vision faded. Bink looked dazedly around at the cave, and the tremendous, still face of the Demon. "You stepped out of that particular thought-vortex," Humfrey explained. "Each one is extremely narrow, though deep."

"Uh, yes," Bink agreed. He took another step--and faced a lovely she-Demon, with eyes as deep as the vortex of the fiends and hair that spread out like the tail of a comet. She was not precisely female, for the Demons had no reproduction and therefore no sex unless they wanted it for entertainment; they were eternal. They had always existed, and always would exist, as long as there was any point in existence. But for variety at times they played with variations of sex and assumed the aspect of male, female, itmale, hemale, shemale, neutermale and anonymale. At the moment she was close enough to a category to be viewed as such, and it was not a he category.

"-------->" she said, formulating a concept so vastly spacious as to fail to register upon Bink's comprehension. Yet her portent was so significant it moved him profoundly. He felt a sudden compelling urgency to--but such a thing would have been inexpressibly obscene in human terms, had it been possible or even conceivable. She was not, after all, closest in category to female.

Bink emerged from the thought eddy and saw Jewel standing transfixed, meshed in a different current. Her lips were parted, her bosom heaving. What was she experiencing? Bink suffered a quadruple-level reaction: horror that she should be subjected to any thought as crudely and sophisticatedly compelling as the one he had just experienced, for she was an innocent nymph; jealousy that she should react so raptly to something other than himself, especially if it were as suggestive a notion as the one he had absorbed; guilt about feeling that way about a nymph he could not really have, though he would not have wished the concept on the one he did have; and intense curiosity. Suppose an itmale made an offer--oh, horrible! Yet so tempting, too.

But Humfrey was moving, and Bink had to move too. He stepped into an eternal memory, so long that it resembled a magic highway extending into infinity both ways. The line-of-sight--though sight was not precisely the sense employed--to the past disappeared into a far-far distant flash. The Demon universe had begun in an explosion, and ended in another, and the whole of time and matter was the mere hiatus between these bangs--which two bangs were in turn only aspects of the same one. Obviously this was a completely alien universe from Bink's own! Yet, in the throes of this flux of relevant meaninglessness, it became believable. A super-magic framework for the super-magical Demons!

Bink emerged from the Thought "But what do the Demons have to do with the source of the magic of Xanth?" he demanded plaintively.

Then he entered a new flux--a complex one. If we cooperate, we can enlarge our A's, the pseudo-female Demon communicated seductively. At least, this was as much as Bink could grasp of her import, that had levels and resonances and symbolisms as myriad as the stars, and as intense and diffuse and confusing. My formula is E(A/R}th, yours X(A/N)th. Our A's match.

Ah, yes. It was a good offer, considering the situation, since their remaining elements differed, making them noncompetitive.

Not on your existence, another protested. Enlarge our E, not our A. It was D(E/A)th, who stood to be diminished by the enlarging A.

Enlarge both D and E, another suggested. It was D(E/P)th. D(E/A)th agreed instantly, and so did E(A/R)th, for she would benefit to a certain degree too. But this left X(A/N)th out.

Reduce our N, T(E/N)th recommended, and this appealed to X(A/N)th. But T(E/N)th was also dealing with the E-raisers, and that gave T(E/N)th disproportionate gain for the contract. All deals fell through for no benefit.

Bink emerged, his comprehension struggling. The names were formulae? The letters were values? What was going on?

"Ah, you have seen it," Humfrey said. "The Demons have no names, only point-scores. Variable inputs are substituted, affecting the numeric values--though they are not really numbers, but degrees of concept, with gravity and charm and luminosity and other dimensions we can hardly grasp. The running score is paramount."

That explanation only furthered the mystery. "The Demon Xanth is only a score in a game?"

"The Demon whose scoring formula is X(A/N)th--three variables and a class-exponent, as nearly as we can understand it," the Magician said. "The rules of the game are beyond our comprehension, but we do see their scores changing."

"I don't care about a score!" Bink cried. "What's the point?"

"What's the point in life?" Humfrey asked in return.

"To--to grow, to improve, to do something useful," Bink said. "Not to play games with concepts."

"You see it that way because you are a man, not a Demon. These entities are incapable of growth or improvement."

"But what about all their numbers, their enlargements of velocity, of viscosity--"

"Oh, I thought you understood," the Magician said. "Those are not expansions of Demon intellect or power, but of status. Demons don't grow; they are already all-powerful. There is nothing that any of them could conceive of, that each could not possess. Nothing any one of them could not accomplish. So they can't improve or do anything useful by our definition, for they are already absolute. Thus there is no inherent denial, no challenge."

"No challenge? Doesn't that get boring?"

"In a billion years it gets a billion times more boring," the Magician agreed.

"So the Demons play games?" Bink asked incredulously.

"What better way to pass time and recover interest in existence? Since they have no actual limitations, they accept voluntary ones. The excitement of the artificial challenge replaces the boredom of reality."

"Well, maybe," Bink said doubtfully. "But what has this to do with us?"

"The Demon X(A/N)th is paying a game penalty for failing to complete a formula-application within the round," Humfrey said. "He has to remain in inertia in isolation until released."

Bink stood still, so as not to intercept any more thoughts. "I don't see any chains to hold him. As for being alone--there are lots of creatures here."

"No chains could hold him, since he is omnipotent. He plays the game by its rules. And of course we don't count as company. Nothing in all the Land of Xanth does. We're vermin, not Demons."

"But--but--" Bink grabbed for meaning, and could not hold it. "You said this Demon was the source of magic!"

"I did indeed. The Demon X(A/N)th has been confined here over a thousand years. From his body has leaked a trace amount of magic, infusing the surrounding material. Hardly enough for him to notice--just a natural emanation of his presence, much as our own bodies give off heat."

Bink found this as fantastic as the Demon's vortex-Thoughts. "A thousand years? Leakage of magic?"

"In that time even a small leak can amount to a fair amount--at least it might seem so to vermin," the Magician assured him. "All the magic of the Land of Xanth derives from this effect--and all of it together would not make up a single letter of the Demon's formula."

"But even if all this is so--why did the brain coral try to prevent me from learning this?"

"The coral has nothing against you personally, Bink. I think it rather respects your determination. It is against anybody learning the truth. Because anyone who encounters the Demon X(A/N)th might be tempted to release him."

"How could a mere vermin--I mean, person release such an entity? You said the Demon only remains by choice."

Humfrey shook his head. "What is choice, to an omnipotent? He remains here at the dictate of the game. That is quite a different matter."

"But he only plays the game for entertainment! He can quit anytime!"

"The game is valid only so long as its rules are honored. After investing over a thousand years in this aspect of it, and being so close to success within the rules, why should he abridge it now?"

Bink shook his head. "This makes little sense to me! I would not torture myself in such fashion!" Yet a thread of doubt tugged at the corner of his mind. He was torturing himself about the nymph Jewel, honoring the human convention of his marriage to Chameleon. That, to a Demon, might seem nonsensical.

Humfrey merely looked at him, understanding some of what was passing through his mind.

"Very well," Bink said, returning to the main point. "The coral did not want me to know about the Demon, because I might release him. How could I release an all-powerful creature who does not want to be released?"

"Oh, X(A/N)th wants to be released, I am sure. It is merely necessary that protocol be followed. You could do it simply by addressing the Demon and saying 'Xanth, I free you!' Anybody can do it, except the Demon himself."

"But we don't count, on its terms! We're nothings, vermin!"

"I did not create the rules, I only interpret them, through the comprehension gleaned over centuries by the brain coral," the Magician said, spreading his hands, "Obviously our interpretation is inadequate. But I conjecture that just as we two might make a bet on whether a given mote of dust might settle nearer me or you, the Demons bet on whether vermin will say certain words on certain occasions. It does lend a certain entertaining randomness to the proceedings."

"With all that power, why doesn't Xanth cause one of us to do it, then?"

"That would be the same thing as doing it himself. It would constitute cheating. By the rules of the game, he is bound to remain without influencing any other creature on his behalf, much as we would not permit each other to blow on that mote of dust. It is not a matter of power, but of convention. The Demon knows everything that is going on here, including this conversation between us, but the moment he interferes, he forfeits the point. So he watches and waits, doing nothing."

"Except thinking," Bink said, feeling nervous about the scrutiny of the Demon. If Xanth were reading Bink's thoughts while Bink was reading Xanth's thoughts, especially in the case of that shemale memory...ouch!

"Thinking is permissible. It is another inherent function, like his colossal magic. He has not sought to influence us by his Thoughts; we have intercepted them on our own initiative. The coral, being closest to the Demon for this millennium, has intercepted more of X(A/N)th's magic and Thought than any other native creature, so understands him less imperfectly than any other vermin. Thus the brain coral has become the guardian of the Demon."

"And jealously prevents anyone else from achieving similar magic or information!" Bink exclaimed.

"No. It has been a necessary and tedious chore that the coral would gladly have given up centuries ago. The coral's dearest wish is to inhabit a mortal body, to live and love and hate and reproduce and die as we do. But it can not, lest the Demon be released. The coral has the longevity of the Demon, without his power. It is an unenviable situation."

"You mean the Demon Xanth would have been freed hundreds of years ago, but for the interference of the coral?"

"True," the Magician said.

"Of all the nerve! And the Demon tolerates this?"

"The Demon tolerates this, lest he forfeit the point."

"Well, I consider this an egregious violation of the Demon's civil rights, and I'm going to correct that right now!" Bink exclaimed with righteous wrath. But he hesitated. "What does the coral gain by keeping the Demon chained?"

"I don't know for certain, but I can conjecture," Humfrey said. "It is not for itself it does this, but to maintain the status quo. Think, Bink: what would be the consequence of the Demon's release?"

Bink thought. "I suppose he would just return to his game."

"And what of us?"

"Well, the brain coral might be in trouble. I know I would be upset if someone had balked me for centuries! But the coral must have known the risk before it meddled."

"It did. The Demon lacks human emotion. He accepts the coral's interference as part of the natural hazard of the game; he will not seek revenge. Still, there could be a consequence."

"If Xanth lacks human emotion," Bink said slowly, "what would stop him from carelessly destroying us all? It would be one dispassionate, even sensible way of ensuring that he would not be trapped here again."

"Now you are beginning to comprehend the coral's concern," Humfrey said. "Our lives may hang in the balance. Even if the Demon ignores us, and merely goes his way, there will surely be a consequence."

"I should think so," Bink agreed. "If Xanth is the source of all magic in our land--" He interrupted himself, appalled. "It could mean the end of magic! We would become--"

"Exactly. Like Mundania," Humfrey concluded. "Perhaps it would not happen right away; it might take a while for the accumulated magic of a thousand years to fade. Or the loss might be instantaneous and absolute. We just don't know. But surely there would be a disaster of greater or lesser magnitude. Now at last you understand the burden the coral has borne alone. The coral has saved our land from a fate worse than destruction."

So there we are. Bink doesn't blame the brain coral for opposing him, but he still isn't sure whether or not to release the Demon. Humfrey asks him why that's even a question, and he says that he also has to consider the Demon's welfare. He asks Grundy whether he would free the Demon. Grundy says he can't make those decisions, but he at lea st kind of understands the Demon. There won't be a reward for freeing him - and in fact, there can't be, it'd be cheating on Xanth's part to offer one. But he wouldn't offer one even if he could, because he doesn't care about mortals. Bink says he cares about justice, though, not thanks. Grundy replies that by the Demon's logic, Bink would be a fool to free him. He asks Jewel what he should do.

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The nymph looked up, smelling of old bones. "The Demon frightens me worse than anything," she said. "His magic--with the blink of one eye, he could click us all out of existence."

"You would not free him, then?"

"Oh, Bink--I never would." She hesitated prettily. "I know you took the potion, so this is unfair--but I'm so afraid of what that Demon might do, I'd do anything for you if only you didn't free him."

Again the Good Magician nodded. Nymphs were fairly simple, direct creatures, unfettered by complex overlays of conscience or social strategy. A real woman might feel the same way Jewel did, but she would express herself with far more subtlety, proffering a superficially convincing rationale. The nymph had named her price.

So the logical and the emotional advisers both warned against releasing the Demon X(A/N)th. Yet Bink remained uncertain. Something about this huge, super-magical, game-playing entity--

And he had it. Honor. Within the Demon's framework, the Demon was honorable. He never breached the code of the game--not in its slightest detail, though there were none of his kind present to observe, and had not been for a thousand years. Integrity beyond human capacity. Was he to be penalized for this?

"I respect you," Bink said at last to Humfrey. "And I respect the motive of the brain coral." He turned to the golem. "I think you ought to have your chance to achieve full reality." And to the nymph: "And I love you, Jewel." He paused, "But I would have respect for nothing, and love for nothing, if I did not respect and love justice. If I let personal attachments and desires prevail over my basic integrity of purpose, I would lose my claim to distinction as a moral creature. I must do what I think is right."

However, Bink's not sure what's right here. He wishes Chest er were here to advise him, and Humfrey suggests that he could, if he doesn't release Xanth, go back and free Chester from the preservative brine of the brain coral's pool. (It doesn't kill - it preserves and suspends.) Bink refuses this temptation, and orders Humfrey to argue the Demon's case.

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"So you believe. So the coral believes. I can not tell whether that belief is really yours, or merely a function of the will of your master. So now you argue the opposite case, and I'll argue the case for leaving him chained. Maybe that way the truth will emerge."

"You are something of a demon yourself," Humfrey muttered.

"Now I submit that these friends of mine are more important than an impersonal Demon," Bink said. "I don't know what's right for X(A/N)th, but I do know that my friends deserve the best. How can I justify betraying them by freeing the Demon?"

Humfrey looked as if he had swallowed the evil eye, but he came back gamely enough. "It is not a question of betrayal, Bink. None of these creatures would ever have experienced magic, if it had not been for the presence of the Demon. Now his period of incarceration has been fulfilled, and he must be released. To do otherwise would be to betray your role in the Demon's game."

"I have no obligation to the Demon's game!" Bink retorted, getting into the feel of it. "Pure chance brought me here!"

"That is the role. That you, as a sapient creature uninfluenced by the Demon's will, come by your own initiative or accident of chance to free him. You fought against us all to achieve this point of decision, and won; are you going to throw it all away now?"

"Yes--if that is best."

"How can you presume to know what is best for an entity like X(A/N)th? Free him and let him forge his own destiny."

"At the expense of my friends, my land, and my love?"

"Justice is absolute; you can not weigh personal factors against it."

"Justice is not absolute! It depends on the situation. When there is right and wrong on both sides of the scale, the preponderance--"

"You can not weigh rights and wrongs on a scale, Bink," Humfrey said, becoming passionate in his role as Demon's Advocate. Now Bink was sure it was the Good Magician speaking, not the brain coral. The enemy had had to free Humfrey, at least to this extent, to allow him to play this game of the moment. The Magician's mind and emotion had not been erased, and that was part of what Bink had needed to know. "Right and wrong are not to be found in things or histories, and can not be properly defined in either human or Demon terms. They are merely aspects of viewpoint. The question is whether the Demon should be allowed to pursue his quest in his own fashion."

"He is pursuing it in his own fashion," Bink said. "If I don't free him, that's according to the rules of his game, too. I have no obligation!"

"The Demon's honor compels him to obey a stricture no man would tolerate," Humfrey said. "It is not surprising that your own honor is inferior to that perfect standard."

Bink felt as if he had been smashed by a forest-blasting curse. The Magician was a devastating in-fighter, even in a cause he opposed! Except that this could be the Magician's real position, that the coral was forced to allow him to argue. "My honor compels me to follow the code of my kind, imperfect as that may be."

Humfrey spread his hands. "I can not debate that. The only real war between good and evil is within the soul of yourself--whoever you are. If you are a man, you must act as a man."

"Yes!" Bink agreed. "And my code says--" He paused, amazed and mortified. "It says I can not let a living, feeling creature suffer because of my inaction. It doesn't matter that the Demon would not free me, were our positions reversed; I am not a Demon, and shall not act like one. It only matters that a man does not stand by and allow a wrong he perceives to continue. Not when he can so readily correct it."

"Oh, Bink!" Jewel cried, smelling of myrrh. "Don't do it!"

He looked at her again, so lovely even in her apprehension, yet so fallible. Chameleon would have endorsed his decision, not because she wished to please him, but because she was a human being who believed, as he did, in doing the right thing. Yet though Jewel, like all nymphs, lacked an overriding social conscience, she was as good a person as her state permitted. "I love you, Jewel. I know this is just another thing the coral did to stop me, but--well, if I hadn't taken that potion, and if I weren't already married, it would have been awfully easy to love you anyway. I don't suppose it makes you feel any better to know that I am also risking my wife, and my unborn baby, and my parents, and all else I hold dear. But I must do what I must do."

"You utter fool!" Grundy exclaimed. "If I were real, I'd snatch up the nymph and to hell with the Demon. You'll get no reward from X(A/N)th!"

And Bink frees the demon.

Pun Count: 106ish by the end of Chapter 12.

Yeowch!!! My Balls!!!
May 31, 2006
Chapters like that one are a beautiful, fleeting glimpse of the alternate universe where Piers Anthony does not suffer from a terminal dose of Creepy. (Instead, he has merely a regular-size dose of it.) The idea of the source of all magical power being that your country is on top of the Jail space in monopoly, where dread Cthulhu lies waiting for double sixes? Neat as hell!

The rest? Yyyyyeah, about that.

drunkencarp
Feb 14, 2012
I'm a lot less convinced by Bink's reasoning now than I was at ten. From a utilitarian perspective, removing magic from Xanth might very plausibly cause tremendous suffering, with, say, Chester howling in pain as he's abruptly the top half of a man and the bottom half of a horse, both halves bleeding out. Or maybe Chester simply drowns in the briny water around the coral. Multiply that chance by the entire population of Xanth, and it outweighs the certainty of the demon's self-selected constraint.

At least I'm not reeling from the sexism this chapter.

Mors Rattus
Oct 25, 2007

FATAL & Friends
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We're nearing the endgame, so I'll step up my pace today.

Chapter 13 starts with X(A/N)th (and oh boy do I hate that name) exploding out of his prison and hurling everyone into different areas.

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Now, as the dust clouded in to choke him and the only light was from the sparks of colliding rocks, Bink wondered: what had he done? Why hadn't he heeded the brain coral's warning, and left the Demon alone? Why hadn't he yielded to his love for Jewel, and--

Even in the ongoing carnage, while expecting momentary conclusion of his life, this made him pause in surprise. Love? Not so! He was out of love with Jewel!

That meant the magic really was gone. The love potion had been nullified. His talent would no longer protect him. The Land of Xanth was now one with Mundania.

Bink closed his eyes and cried. There was a great deal of dust in the air that needed washing out of his eyes, and he was wrackingly afraid, but it was more than that. He was crying for Xanth. He had destroyed the uniqueness of the world he knew; even if he survived this cave-in, how could he live with that?

He did not know how the society he had belonged to would react. What would happen to the dragons and tangle trees and zombies? How could the people live, without magic? It was as if the entire population had abruptly been exiled to the drear realm of no-talents.

Bink then starts looking for everyone else. He calls for Humfrey and Jewel, but he can't find them. He eventually finds Crombie's bottle, as well as the bits of rag and cloth that used to be Grundy.

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Bink closed his eyes again, experiencing another chill seizure of grief. He had done what he had felt was right--but he had not truly reckoned the consequence. Fine points of morality were intangible; life and death were tangible. By what right had he condemned these creatures to death? Was it moral for him to slay them in the name of his morality?

He put the cloth in his pocket along with the bottle. Evidently the golem's last act had been to grab the bottle, protecting it with his body. That had been effective, and so Grundy had given up his life for that of the griffin he served. He had cared, and therefore achieved his reality--just in time to have it dashed by circumstance. Where was the morality in that?

Startled by another thought, Bink drew out the bottle again. Was Crombie still in there? In what form? With magic gone, he could be dead--unless some magic remained corked in the bottle--

Better not open it! Whatever lingering chance Crombie had, resided in that bottle. If he were loosed and the magic dissipated into the air--would Crombie emerge as a man again, or a griffin, or a bottle-sized compressed mass? Bink had just gambled enormously, freeing the Demon; he was not about to gamble similarly with the life of his friend. He repocketed the bottle.

Bink finds a hole beneath the demon's prison, which leads to the brain coral's lake. The coral is dead, too. While there, he finds Jewel wedged into a crack and bleeding. She tells him to leave her to die.

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"I've killed everyone else," he said sullenly. "At least you will be able to--"

"To return to my job? I can't do it without magic." There was something strange about her. Bink concentrated and it came: "You don't smell!"

"It was magic," she said. She sighed. "If I'm alive, I'm alive, I suppose. But I really do wish you'd let me die."

"Let you die! I wouldn't do that! I--" She glanced up at him cannily. Even through the blood-caked dust on her face, she was lovely.

"The magic is gone. You don't love me any more."

"Still, I owe it to you to get you home," Bink said. He looked up, trying to decide on the most feasible route, and did not see her enigmatic reaction.

They look for a way out, and Jewel says she knows a way, but they quickly run into a large legged snake - some kind of tunnel dragon that is changing into a mundane creature.

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"You mean I'll change into a mundane woman?" she inquired, not entirely displeased.

"I believe so. There really is not much difference between a nymph and a--"

"They usually don't bother people," she continued uneasily. Before Bink could react, she added: "They're very shy dragons."

Oh. A nymphly nonsequitur. Bink kept his hand near his sword. "This is an unusual occasion."

The dragon attacks, and Bink trusts in his magic sword to protect him - and gets disarmed, because it's not magic. Still, he manages to punch the thing and then pin it with his leg. Jewel gives him the sword, though she points the wrong end at him at first. The serpent gets out of his grip and flees.

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The thing had had enough. It backed away--an awkward maneuver when slithering--then dived into a side-hole. "You're so brave!" Jewel said.

"I was stupid to let it disarm me," he said gruffly. He was not at all proud of the encounter; it had been fraught with clumsiness, not at all elegant. Just a stupid, indecisive brawl. "Let's get on before I make a worse mistake. I brought you out of your home, and I'll get you back there safely before I leave you. It's only right.".

"Only right," she repeated faintly. "Something wrong?"

"What am I going to do without magic?" she flared. "Nothing will work!"

Bink considered. "You're right. I have wrecked your livelihood. I'd better take you to the surface with me." She brightened, then dulled. "No, that wouldn't work."

"It's all right. I told you the potion has no effect now. I don't love you; I won't be bothering you. You can settle in one of the villages, or maybe work in the King's palace. It won't be much without magic, but it has to be better than this." He made a gesture, indicating the dismal caverns.

"I wonder," she murmured.

They run into some rats, which try to attack with magic, fail and are driven off by Bink's sword. Bink's growing tired, and the rats are getting closer. Bink realizes they'll need to make fire, but Jewel only knows where magical fire or fire stones are, and Bink doesn't know how to start a fire.

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"I know where there's magic fire--" She broke off. Oh, this is awful! No magic--" She looked as if about to cry. As Bink knew, real sternness of character was not to be found in nymphs. They seemed to have been fashioned by magic to accommodate man's casual dreams, not his serious ones.

Yet he had cried, too, when he first grasped the immensity of what he had done. How much of his perception of the nature of nymphs was human-chauvinistic?

"I know," Bink cried, surprising himself. "There was something burning--I smelled it before. If we went there--picked up some of whatever's burning--"

"Great!" she agreed, with a flash of nymph-enthusiasm. Or female enthusiasm, he corrected his impression mentally.

They go collect the fire from the remains of a former goblin garden, managing to make a torch out of it. They run into some goblins, but Bink's sword keeps them at bay, since they can't crowd him enough to beat him despite his weapon.

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"I think they know I freed the Demon," Bink muttered. "They're out for revenge. I don't blame them."

"You did what you believed was right!" Jewel flared.

He put his arm about her slender waist. "And you are doing what you believe is right, helping me reach the surface--even though we both know I was wrong. I have destroyed the magic of Xanth."

"No, you weren't wrong," she said. "You had empathy for the Demon, and--"

He squeezed her. "Thank you for saying that. Do you mind if I--" He stopped. "I forgot! I'm not in love with you any more!"

"I don't mind anyway," she said.

But he let her go, embarrassed. There was an evil cackle of laughter from a goblin, Bink stooped to pick up a stone to hurl at the creature, but of course it missed.

Bink gets his own rocks, hurling them at the goblins.

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Bink wanted to rest, for he was tired, but dared not. If he rested, he might sleep, and that could be disaster. Of course he could have Jewel watch while he slept--but she was after all only a nymph--rather, a young woman, and he was afraid the goblins would overwhelm her in such a situation. Her fate in goblin hands would probably be worse than his.

He glanced at her covertly. This rough trek was taking its toll. Her hair had lost its original sparkle and hung in lusterless straggles. She reminded him somewhat of Chameleon--but not in her beauty phase. They dragged on, and made progress. Near the surface the ascent became more difficult. "There's not much communication with the topworld," Jewel gasped. "This is the best route--but how you climb it without wings or a rope I don't know."

Jewel knows a way out, but it's guarded by a tangel tree...which she realizes will be dead now. They prepare to climb up the tunnel, but Jewel has something to say.

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She looked back at him with sudden decision. "Bink, you remember when we first met?"

He laughed. "How could I forget! You were so beautiful, and I was so grimy--almost as grimy as we both are now! And I had just taken the--" He shrugged, not wanting to get into the embarrassing matter of the love potion again. "You know, I'm almost sad that's over. You're an awfully nice nymph, and without your help--"

"You loved me then, and I didn't love you," she said. "You were devious, and I was simple. You lured me in close, then grabbed me and kissed me."

Bink fidgeted. "I'm sorry, Jewel. I--it won't happen again."

"That's what you think," she said, and flung her arms about him and planted a passionate kiss on his half-open mouth. Dirty as she was, it was still a remarkable experience; almost he felt the tug of the love potion again. He had loved her before without knowing her; now he knew her and understood her nymphly limitations and respected her for trying so hard to overcome them, and he liked her more than was entirely proper. A genuine affection had been developing beneath the artificial love, and that affection remained. What would Chameleon think, if she saw this embrace?

Jewel released him. "Turnabout's fair play," she said. "I am more complex than I was a few hours ago, and you are simpler. Now get on up your rope."

Bink starts climbing out, and prepares to haul Jewel up after her, since she is of course too weak to do it herself. He calls down to Jewel once he's out, but Jewel refuses to come up.

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"Jewel! Get up the rope! The rats can't reach you there, if you pull the end up after you!"

"It's not the rats, Bink. I've lived down here all my life; I can handle the rats and even the goblins, as long as I have my light. It's you. You are a handsome man."

"Me? I don't understand!" But he was beginning to. She was not referring to his present appearance, which was homelier than Chester's face. (Oh, noble centaur--in what state was be now?) The signs had been there; he had merely refused to interpret them.

"When you took the potion, you remained an honest person," Jewel called. "You were strong, stronger than any nymph could be. You never used the potion as an excuse to betray your quest or your friends. I respected and envied that quality in you, and tried to use it as a model. The only exception was that one kiss you stole, so I stole it back. I love you, Bink, and now--"

"But you never drank that potion!" he protested. "And even if you had, now that the magic is gone--"

"I never drank that potion," she agreed. "Therefore the loss of magic could not take my love away. Growth was forced upon me, driving out my nymphly innocence. Now I can perceive reality, and I know there can be no antidote but time, for me. I can not go with you."

"But you have no life down there!" Bink cried, appalled. His love for her had been magic; hers for him was real. She loved better than he had. Her nymph-hood was, indeed, behind her. "There must be some way to work it out--"

"There is, and I am utilizing it. When I saw how you sacrificed me when the spell was on you, I knew there could be no hope at all when it was off. It is ironic that my love bloomed only when you gave me up, because you gave me up. Because you were true to your principles and your prior commitment. Now I shall be true to mine. Farewell, Bink!"

And so Jewel leaves. Bink tries to get her to come back, but realizes that's a bad idea.

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"Jewel!" he cried. "Don't do this! I don't love you, but I do like you. I--" But that was a dead end. She was right: even when he had loved her, he had known he could not have her. That was unchanged.

There was no answer from below. The nymph had done the honorable thing, and gone her way alone, freeing him. Exactly as he would have done, in that circumstance.

There was nothing he could do now but go home. "Farewell, Jewel!" he called, hoping she would hear. "You may not have my love, but you do have my respect. You are a woman now."

Bink realizes he's very near to Castle Roogna now. He spots some bugs, and realizes they're nickelpedes, but without magic, and feels another wave of shock.

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The trek was more difficult than he had anticipated. There was no hostile magic, true--but there was also no beneficial magic. The nature of the landscape had changed fundamentally, becoming mundane. There were no flying fruits, no shoe-trees or jean-bushes to replace his ragged apparel, no watermelons to drink from. He had to find ordinary food and water, and hardly knew what to look for. The animals, stunned by their loss of magic, avoided him; they weren't smart enough to realize that he, too, had been shorn of magic. That was a blessing.

(Pun Count: 108) Eventually, Bink realizes he's near the magic dust village and decides to go visit.

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He had feared a scene of gloom. Instead, the entire village seemed to be celebrating. Another great bonfire was blazing, and men and women of all types were dancing around it.

Men? How had they gotten here? This was a village of women! Could it be another Wave of conquest from Mundania, with the brutish men reveling in this village of helpless women?

Yet there seemed to be no threat. The men were happy, of course--but so were the women. Bink walked on into the village, looking for Trolla, its leader.

A man spied him as he stepped off the hanging walk. "Hello, friend!" the man called. "Welcome home! Who's your widow?"

"Widow?" Bink asked blankly.

"Your woman--before the gorgon got you. She'll be overjoyed to have you back."

The gorgon! Suddenly Bink understood. "You're the stone men! Freed by the loss of magic!"

"And you weren't?" The man laughed. "You'd better come see the head man, then."

"Trolla," Bink said. "If she's still here--"

"Who's looking for Trolla?" someone demanded. It was a huge, ugly troll. Well, an average troll; they were all huge and ugly.

Bink's hand hovered near the hilt of his sword. "I only want to talk with her."

"'Sokay," the troll said genially. He cupped his mouth with his hands. "Bitch, get over here!"

A dozen young women glanced his way, startled, thinking he meant them. Bink covered a smile. "Uh, the gorgon," he said. "What happened to her?"

"Oh, we were going to string her up, after we, you know..." the troll said. "She was a good-looking slut, except for those snaky tangles in her hair. But she jumped into the lake, and before we realized there weren't any more monsters in it, she was too far off to catch. Last we saw she was headed north."

North. Toward Magician Humfrey's castle. Bink was glad she had escaped, but knew she would not find Humfrey at home. That was another aspect of the tragedy Bink had wrought.

Trolla, responsive to the summons, was arriving. "Bink!" she exclaimed. "You made it!"

"I made it," he agreed gravely. "I abolished magic from the Land of Xanth. I converted it to Mundania. Now I return home to pay the penalty."

"The penalty!" the troll cried. "You freed us all! You're a hero!"

This was an aspect Bink hadn't considered. "Then you aren't angry at the loss of magic?"

"Angry?" Trolla cried. "Angry that my husband is back, good enough to eat?" She hugged the troll to her in an embrace that would have cracked normal ribs. He was well able to sustain this, though he seemed momentarily uneasy about something.

A female griffin glided up. "Awk?" she inquired. "And here's the one who guided you, released from the midas-spell," Trolla said. "Where is your handsome griffin?"

Bink thought it best not to tell about the bottle. "He is...confined. He was actually a transformed man. He spoke well of the lady griffin, but he...sends his regrets."

The griffiness turned away, disappointed. Apparently she did not have a male of her own. Perhaps she would find a male of her kind soon--though with the alteration of form that was slowly taking place in such magical creatures, Bink wondered whether that male would be more like an eagle or more like a lion. Or would the present griffins retain their shapes, while their offspring would be eagles and lions? Suppose Crombie emerged from the bottle, but retained his griffin form; would he then find this griffiness worthwhile? If so, what would their offspring be? The loss of magic posed as many questions as the presence of magic!

"Come, we shall feed you royally tonight, and you shall tell us the whole story!" Trolla said.

"I, uh, I'm pretty tired," Bink demurred. "I'd rather not tell the story. My friend the Good Magician--is missing, and so is the centaur, and the memories--"

"Yes, you need distraction," Trolla agreed. "We do have a few leftover females, daughters of older villagers. They are very lonely at the moment, and--"

"Uh, no thanks, please," Bink said quickly. He had broken too many hearts already! "Just some food, and a place to spend the night, if there's room--"

"We're short of room; our population has just doubled. But the girls will tend to you. It will give them something to do. They'll be glad to share their rooms." Bink was too tired to protest further. But as it turned out, the "girls" were an assortment of fairies and lady elves who paid him flattering attention, but were not really interested in him as a man. They made a game out of feeding him odds and ends, each one putting her morsel in his mouth with her own little hands, twittering merrily. They wouldn't let him have a plate; everything had to be trotted in from another room, piecemeal. Then he lay in a bed made out of thirty small colored pillows, while the fairies flitted around, the breeze from their gossamer wings fanning him. They could no longer fly, of course, and soon their wings would fall off as they reverted to mundane forms, but at the moment they were cute. He went to sleep counting the creatures that leaped merrily over him in the course of their game of follow-the-leader.

In the morning, Bink heads off again, depressed by the lack of magic.

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The loneliness closed in about him. The lack of magic was so pervasive and depressing! All the little amenities he was accustomed to were gone. There were no blue toads sitting on their squat vegetable stools, no Indian pipes wafting their sweet smoke aloft. No trees moved their branches out of his way, or cast avoidance-spells on him. Everything was hopelessly Mundane. He felt tired again, and not merely from the march. Was life really worthwhile, without magic?

(Pun Count: 110)

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Well, Chameleon would be locked in her "normal" phase, the one he liked best: neither pretty nor smart, but rather nice overall. Yes, he could live with that for some time before it got dull, assuming that he was allowed to--

He paused. He heard a clip-clop, as of hooves on a beaten path. An enemy? He hardly cared; it was company.

"Hallooo!" he cried.

"Yes?" It was a woman's voice. He charged toward it.

There, standing on a beaten path, was a lady centaur. She was not especially pretty; her flanks were dull, her tail tangled with burrs (naturally a lady would not be able to curse them off), and her human torso and face, though obviously feminine, were not well proportioned. A colt followed her, and he was not only unhandsome, he was downright homely, except for his sleek hindquarters. In fact he resembled--"Chester!" Bink exclaimed. "That's Chester's colt!"

"Why, you're Bink," the filly said. Now he recognized her: Cherie, Chester's mate. Yet she was in no way the beauty he had ridden before. What had happened?

But he had enough sense to express himself obliquely. "What are you doing here? I thought you were staying in the centaur village until--" But that was a trap, too, for Chester would never return.

"I'm trotting to the palace to find out what is responsible for the miracle," she said. "Do you realize that obscenity has been banished from Xanth?"

Bink remembered: Cherie considered magic obscene, at least when it manifested in centaurs. She tolerated it as a necessary evil in others, for she regarded herself as a liberal-minded filly, but preferred to discuss it only clinically.

Well, he had the detail on it! He was glad that at least one person liked the change. "I'm afraid I'm responsible."

"You abolished magic?" she asked, startled.

"It's a long story," Bink said. "And a painful one. I don't expect others to accept it as well as you will."

Cherie tells him to mount up and tell him the story. He tells her, though he takes a while to get to the bit where Chester lost his fight. He doesn't want to tell her she's a widow now. That's when a dragon shows up, though it clearly isn't doing well without magic. It attacks, until Bink realizes he recognizes it. It's the dragon he made a truce with. Bink tells the dragon about what's happened, and it runs off in horror.

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"I'm sorry too," Cherie said. "I realize now that Xanth isn't really Xanth, without magic. Spells do have their place. Creatures like that--magic is natural to them." This was a considerable concession, for her.

Bink resumed his narrative. He could stall no longer, so nerved himself and said what he had to. "So I have Crombie here in the bottle," he concluded. And waited, aware of the awful tenseness in her body.

"But Chester and Humfrey--"

"Remain below," he said. "Because I freed the Demon."

"But you don't know they are dead," she said, her body still so tense that riding her was uncomfortable. "They can be found, brought back--"

"I don't know how," Bink said glumly. He didn't like this at all.

"Humfrey's probably just lost; that's why you couldn't find his body. Dazed by the collapse. Without his informational magic he could be confused for a goblin. And Chester--he's too ornery to--to--he's not dead, he's just pickled. You said that was a preservative lake--"

"So I did," Bink agreed. "I--but it was drained, so that I could see the convolutions of the brain coral."

"It wasn't drained all the way! He's down there, deep below, I know it, like the griffin in the bottle. We can find him, revive him--"

Bink shook his head. "Not without magic."

She bucked him off. Bink flew through the air, saw the ground coming at his head, knew that his talent would do nothing--and landed in Cherie's arms. She had leaped to catch him at the last moment "Sorry, Bink. It's just that obscenity bothers me. Centaurs don't..." She righted him and set him on his feet, never completing her statement. She might not be beautiful now, but she had the centaur strength.

Strength, not beauty. She had been a magnificently breasted creature, in the time of magic; now she remained ample, but she sagged somewhat, as most human or humanoid females of similar measurement did. Her face had been delightfully pert; now it was plain. What could account for the sudden change--except the loss of magic?

"Let me get this straight," Bink said. "You feel all magic is obscene--"

"Not all magic, Bink. For some of you it seems to be natural--but you're only human. For a centaur it is a different matter. We're civilized."

"Suppose centaurs had magic too?"

Her face shaped into controlled disgust. "We had better be on our way before it gets too late. There is a fair distance yet to cover."

"Like Herman the hermit, Chester's uncle," Bink persisted. "He could summon will-o'-the-wisps."

"He was exiled from our society," she said. Her expression had a surly quality that reminded him of Chester.

"Suppose other centaurs had magic--?"

"Bink, why are you being so offensive? Do you want me to have to leave you here in the wilderness?" She beckoned to her colt, who came quickly to her side.

"Suppose you yourself had a magic talent?" Bink asked. "Would you still consider it obscene?"

"That does it!" she snorted. "I will not endure such obnoxious behavior, even from a human. Come, Chet." And she started off.

"drat it, filly, listen to me!" Bink cried. "You know why Chester came on my quest? Because he wanted to discover his own magic talent. If you deny magic in centaurs, you deny him--because he does have magic, good magic, that--"

She spun about, raising her forehooves to strike him down. A filly she might be, but she could kill him with a single blow.

Bink danced back. "Good magic," he repeated. "Not anything stupid, like turning green leaves purple, or negative, like giving people hotfeet. He plays a magic flute, a silver flute, the most lovely music I ever heard. Deep inside he's an awfully pretty person, but he's suppressed it because-"

"I'm going to stomp you absolutely flat!" she neighed, smashing at him with both forefeet "You have no right even to suggest--"

But he was cool, now, while she was half-blinded by rage. He avoided her strikes as he would those of a savage unicorn, without ever turning his back or retreating more than he had to. He could have stabbed her six times with his sword, but never drew it This debate was all academic now, since magic was gone from Xanth, but he was perversely determined that she should admit the truth. "And you, Cherie--you have magic too. You make yourself look the way you want to look, you enhance yourself. It's a type of illusion, restricted to--"

She struck at him with both forefeet at once, in a perfect fury. He was affronting her deepest sensitivities, telling her that she herself was obscene. But he was ready, anticipating her reactions, avoiding them. His voice was his sword, and he intended to score with it. He had had too much of delusion, his own especially; he would wipe the whole slate clean. In a way, it was himself he was attacking: his shame at what he had done to Xanth when he freed the Demon. "I challenge you," he cried. "Look at yourself in a lake. See the difference. Your magic is gone!"

Even in her fury, she realized she was not getting anywhere. "All right I'll look!" she cried. "Then I'll kick you to the moon!"

As it happened, they had passed a small pond recently. They returned to it in silence, Bink already starting to be sorry for what he was doing to her, and the lady centaur looked at herself. She was certain what she would find, yet honest enough to have her certainty disrupted by the fact. "Oh, no!" she cried, shocked. "I'm homely, I'm hideous, I'm uglier than Chester!"

"No, you're beautiful--with magic," Bink insisted, wanting to make up for the revelation he had forced on her. "Because magic is natural to you, as it is to me. You have no more reason to oppose it than you do any other natural function, like eating or breeding or--"

"Get away from me!" she screamed. "You monster, you--" In another fit of fury she stamped her hoof in the pond, making a splash. But the water only settled back, as water did, and the ripples quieted, and the image returned with devastating import.

"Listen, Cherie!" Bink cried. "You pointed out that Chester can be rescued. I'm just building on that. I don't dare open Crombie's bottle because the process requires magic, and there is none. Chester must stay in the lake for the same reason, in suspended animation. We need magic. It doesn't matter whether we like it. Without it, Chester is dead. We can't get anywhere as long as you--"

With extreme reluctance, she nodded agreement. "I thought nothing would make me tolerate obscenity. But for Chester I would do anything. Even--" She gulped, and twitched her tail. "Even magic. But--"

We need a new quest!" Bink said with sudden inspiration as he washed himself in the pond. "A quest to restore magic to the Land of Xanth! Maybe if we all work together, humans and centaurs and all Xanth's creatures, we can find another Demon--" But he petered out, realizing the futility of the notion. How could they summon X(A/N)th or E(A/R)th or any other super-magical entity? The Demons had no interest in this realm.

"Yes," Cherie agreed, finding hope as Bink lost it. "Maybe the King will know how to go about it. Get on my back; I'm going to gallop."

Bink remounted her, and she took off. She did not have the sheer power Chester had, but Bink had to cling to her slender waist to stay on as she zoomed through the forest.

"And with magic, I'll be beautiful again..." she murmured into the wind, wistfully.

On the way to the castle, they run into Crunch Ogre and his new wife.

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The ogre, who now resembled a brute of a man, peered at Bink from beneath his low skull. "You man we met, the one on quest? Me on gooeymoon with she loved best."

(Pun Count: 111)

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"Oh, so that's Sleeping Beauty!" Bink said, contemplating the ogress. She was as ugly a creature as he cared to imagine. Yet beneath her hair, which resembled a mop just used to wipe up vomit, and her baggy coarse dress, she seemed to have rather more delicate contours than one might expect in an ogress. Then he remembered: she was no true ogress, but an actress, playing a part in one of the fiend's productions. She could probably look beautiful if she tried. Why, then, was she not trying? "Uh, one question--"

The female, no dummy, caught his gist before he got it out. "True, me once have other face," she told Bink. "Me glad get out of that rat race. Me find man better than any fiend; me like it best, by he be queened."

So the prima donna had found a husband worthy of her attention! After meeting the fiends, Bink found himself in agreement with her choice. She was maintaining the ogress guise, which was in any event merely a physical reflection of her normal personality, while teaching Crunch to speak more intelligibly. One savvy lady fiend, there! "Uh, congratulations," Bink said. Aside, he explained to Cherie. "They married on our advice. Humfrey and Crombie and Chester and the golem and I. Except that Humfrey was asleep. It was quite a story."

"I'm sure," Cherie agreed dubiously.

"Yes, me bash he good," the fair she-ogre said. "He head like wood."

"Ogres are very passionate," Bink murmured.

Cherie, after her initial surprise, was quick to catch on. "How do you keep his love?" she inquired with a certain female mischief. "Doesn't he like to go out adventuring?"

Bink realized she was thinking of Chester, perhaps unconsciously.

"Me let he go, me never say no," the ogress said, full of the wisdom of her sex. "When he come back, me give he crack." She struck the ogre with a horrendous backhand wallop by way of example. Just as well, for Bink had been about to misunderstand the reference. "Make he feel like beast, then give he feast."

(Pun Count: 112)

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Crunch's face contorted into a smile of agreement. He was obviously well satisfied. And probably better off, Bink thought, than he might have been with a natural ogress, who would have taken his nature for granted. Whatever faults the actress might have, she certainly knew how to handle her male.

"Does the loss of magic interfere with your lifestyle?" Bink inquired. Both ogres looked at him blankly.

"They never noticed!" Cherie exclaimed. "There's true love for you!"

The ogre couple went on its way, and Cherie resumed her run. But she was thoughtful. "Bink, just as a rhetorical example--does a male really like to feel like a beast?"

"Yes, sometimes," Bink agreed, thinking of Chameleon. When she was in her stupid-beautiful phase, she seemed to live only to please him, and he felt extremely manly. But when she was in her smart-ugly phase, she turned him off with her wit as well as her appearance. In that respect she was smarter when she was stupid than when she was smart. Of course now all that was over; she would stay always in her "normal" phase, avoiding the extremes. She would never turn him off--or on.

"And a centaur--if he felt like a real stallion at home--"

"Yes. Males need to feel wanted and needed and dominant, even when they aren't. Especially at home. That ogress knows what she's doing."

"So it seems," Cherie agreed. "She's a complete fake, a mere actress, yet he's so happy he'd do anything for her. But lady centaurs can act too, when they have reason..." Then she was silent as she ran.

Pun Count: 112ish by the end of Chapter 13.

Tezzor
Jul 29, 2013
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drunkencarp posted:

I'm a lot less convinced by Bink's reasoning now than I was at ten. From a utilitarian perspective, removing magic from Xanth might very plausibly cause tremendous suffering, with, say, Chester howling in pain as he's abruptly the top half of a man and the bottom half of a horse, both halves bleeding out. Or maybe Chester simply drowns in the briny water around the coral. Multiply that chance by the entire population of Xanth, and it outweighs the certainty of the demon's self-selected constraint.

At least I'm not reeling from the sexism this chapter.

Bink's moral decision is deontological, not utilitarian.

drunkencarp
Feb 14, 2012

Tezzor posted:

Bink's moral decision is deontological, not utilitarian.

Yeah, what I mean is, when I was nine and read this for the first time, the utilitarian argument didn't occur to me, whereas now, it's the first thing I think of.

Also, this chapter resumes the descriptions of women as numinous inhuman beings, alien and unknowable, not like regular people at all.

"He cupped his mouth with his hands. 'Bitch, get over here!'

A dozen young women glanced his way, startled, thinking he meant them."

LordAba
Oct 22, 2012

by FactsAreUseless

drunkencarp posted:

Yeah, what I mean is, when I was nine and read this for the first time, the utilitarian argument didn't occur to me, whereas now, it's the first thing I think of.

Also, this chapter resumes the descriptions of women as numinous inhuman beings, alien and unknowable, not like regular people at all.

"He cupped his mouth with his hands. 'Bitch, get over here!'

A dozen young women glanced his way, startled, thinking he meant them."

He basically implies that the natural state of women is to look pretty and breed, while talking about Cherie. I'm sure Cherie is not emotional because of her husband or the fact that magic is gone, but because she is a woman. Gawd.

I honestly can't wait for Question Quest. That's the book that made me stop reading because of how hosed up in every possible way it is. I remember it being some horrific surreal nightmare...

Bieeanshee
Aug 21, 2000

Not keen on keening.


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He felt a sudden compelling urgency to--but such a thing would have been inexpressibly obscene in human terms, had it been possible or even conceivable. She was not, after all, closest in category to female.

Welp, guess that answers my question about gay people on Xanth!

Mors Rattus
Oct 25, 2007

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Chapter 14!

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Bink, nodding again, was suddenly jolted awake. Cherie was braking so hard he was being crushed against her human back. He threw his arms about her waist, hanging on, careful not to grab too high. "What--?"

"I almost forgot. I haven't nursed Chet in hours."

"Chet?" Bink repeated dazedly. Oh, the foal.

She signaled to her young one, who promptly came up to nurse. Bink hastily excused himself for another kind of call of nature. Centaurs were not sensitive about natural functions; in fact they could and did perform some of them on the run. Humans were more squeamish, at least in public. It made him realize one reason why Cherie did not seem as lovely now: her breasts were enlarged to the point of ponderosity, so that she could nurse her foal. Little centaurs required a great deal of milk, especially when they had to run as much as this one did.

After a decent interval Bink cautiously returned. The foal was still nursing, but Cherie spied Bink. "Oh, don't be so damned human," she snapped. "What do you think I'm doing--magic?"

Bink had to laugh, embarrassed. She had a point; he had no more occasion to let his squeamishness interfere with business than she did. His definitions of what might be obscene made no more sense than hers. He came forward, albeit diffidently. It occurred to him that centaurs were well adapted to their functions; had Cherie had an udder like a horse, the foal would have had a difficult time. He was an upright little chap, whose human section did not bend down like the neck of a horse.

Cherie decides that going to the castle is the wrong idea - the King won't have any answers. She needs to get Chester back.

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"Nursing Chet started me thinking," she said, giving the foal a loving pat on the head. "Here is my foal, Chester's colt, a representative of the dominant species of Xanth. What am I doing running away from Chester? Chet needs a real stud to teach him the facts of life. I could never forgive myself, if--"

"But you're not running away!" Bink protested. "We're going to the King, to find out what to do in the absence of--how we can--"

"Oh, go ahead, say it!" she exclaimed angrily. "Magic! You have shown me in your blundering human way that it is necessary and integral to our way of life, including my own private personal life, drat you. Now I'm taking the rationale further. We can't just go home and commiserate with former Magicians; we have to do something. Now, Immediately, before it's too late.

"It's already too late," Bink said. "The Demon is gone."

"But maybe he hasn't gone far. Maybe he forgot something, and will return to fetch it, and we can trap him--"

"No, that wouldn't be right. I meant it when I freed him, even though I don't like the result of that freedom."

"You have integrity, Bink, inconvenient as it sometimes is. Maybe we can call him back, talk to him, persuade him to give us back a few spells--"

Bink shook his head. "No, nothing we can do will influence the Demon Xanth. He doesn't care at all about our welfare. If you had met him, you'd know."

She turned her head to face him. "Maybe I'd better meet him, then."

"How can I get it through your equine brain!" Bink cried, exasperated. "I told you he's gone!"

But Cherie won't take no for an answer, and she heads back towards the Demon's cave.

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"To hell with all that obscenity!" she neighed. "Who knows what is happening to Chester now?"

There it was: her ultimate loyalty to her mate. Now that he thought of it that way, his own attitude seemed inferior. Maybe his humanity did make him imperfect. Why hadn't he stayed at least long enough to locate his friend? Because he had been afraid of what he might find. He had, indeed, been running away!

They make it there quickly, thanks to Cherie's speed. They climb down, though Bink would swear the tangle tree is starting to move on its own.

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Cherie was already testing tangler tentacles for strength. She had faith that banished doubt, and Bink envied her that. He had always thought of Chester as the ornery one, but now he understood that the true strength of the family lay in Cherie. Chester was mere magic putty in her hands--oops, obscene concept!--and so also, it seemed, was Bink. He did not want to return to the horrors of the depths, to battle uselessly against the half-goblins and snake-dragons in the dark. But he knew he would do it, because Cherie was going to rescue her poor dead stallion, or else.

They head down, and Cherie assures bink that Chet is safe - no goblin is stupid enough to mess with a centaur foal. As they head down the tunnel, though, they realize the glowing moss is returning - perhaps there's some magic left down here.

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Suddenly the passage debouched into--a palace chamber so large he could not readily compass it with his gaze. Jewels sparkled on every side, hanging brilliantly in air. A fountain of scintillating water spread out upside down, its droplets falling back toward the ceiling. Streamers of colored paper formed whirls and whorls that traveled as if by their own volition, tilting sidewise or curling into spirals, only to straighten out again. On every side were fresh wonders, too many to assimilate; in all it was a display of the most phenomenal magic Bink had seen.

There had been no cave like this in this region before! Cherie looked around, as startled as he. "Is--could this be the work of your Demon Xanth?"

As she spoke the name, the Demon X(A/N)th materialized. He sat in a throne of solid diamond. His glowing eye fixed on Bink, who still bestrode Cherie, while the foal pressed closely to her side.

"You are the one I want," X(A/N)th exclaimed. "You stupid nonentity who threw yourself and your whole culture into peril, for no likely gain to either. Such idiocy deserves the penalty it brings."

Bink, awed, nevertheless tried to defend himself. "Why did you return, then? What do you want with me?"

"They have changed the nomenclature system," X(A/N)th replied. "They are into differentials now. I shall have to study that system for an eon or two, lest I apply it with gaucherie, so I am returning to this familiar place for the moment."

"An eon-moment?" Bink asked incredulously.

"Approximately. I brought you here to ensure that my privacy will be preserved. Every entity of this world that knows of me must be abolished."

"Abolished?" Bink asked, stunned.

"Nothing personal," the Demon assured him. "I really don't care about your existence one way or the other. But if my presence is known, other vermin may seek me out--and I want to be left alone. So I must abolish you and the others who are aware of me, preserving my secret. Most of you have already been eliminated; only you and the nymph remain."

"Leave Jewel out of it," Bink pleaded. "She's innocent; she only came because of me. She doesn't deserve--"

"This filly and her foal are innocent too," the Demon pointed out. "This has no relevance."

Cherie turned to face Bink. Her human torso twisted in the supple manner he remembered of old, and her beauty was back to its original splendor. Magic became her, without doubt! "You freed this thing--and this is his attitude? Why doesn't he go elsewhere, where none of us can find him?"

"He's leaked a lot of magic here," Bink said. "It is quiescent without him, but so long as magical creatures like dragons and centaurs remain, we know it hasn't departed entirely. The whole of the Land of Xanth is steeped with it, and this must be more comfortable for him. Like a well-worn shoe, instead of one fresh from the shoe-tree that chafes. The Demon is not of our kind; he has no gratitude. I knew that when I freed him."

"There will be a brief delay before I terminate you," the Demon said. "Make yourselves comfortable."

Despite his immediate peril, Bink was curious. "Why the delay?"

"The nymph has hidden herself, and I do not choose to expend magic wastefully in an effort to locate her."

"But you are omnipotent; waste should have no meaning to you!"

"True--I am omnipotent. But there is proportion in all things. It bothers my sensitivities to use more magic than a given situation warrants. Therefore I am minimizing the effort here. I have amplified your persona. She loves you--I do not pretend to know the meaning of that term--and will come to you here, believing you to be in a danger she can ameliorate. Then I can conveniently abolish you all."

So the return of magic to the Land of Xanth meant the end for Bink and his friends. Yet the rest of Xanth profited, so it was not a total loss. Still--

"I don't suppose you would be satisfied if we simply promised not to reveal your presence, or took a forget-potion?"

"No good," a voice said from Bink's pocket. It was Grundy the golem, back in form with the restoration of magic. He climbed out to perch on Bink's shoulder. "You could never keep such a promise. Magic would have the truth out of you in a moment. Even if you took a forget-potion, it would be neutralized, then the information would be exposed,"

"A truth spell," Cherie agreed. "I should have trusted my original judgment. Magic is a curse."

Bink refused to give up. "Maybe we should reverse it," he told the Demon. "Spread the word to all the land that you are down here, and will destroy anyone who intrudes--"

"You'd encourage ninety-nine nuts to rise to the challenge," Cherie pointed out. "The Demon would be constantly annoyed, and have to waste his magic destroying them one by one."

The Demon looked at her approvingly. "You have an equine rear, but a sapient head," he remarked.

"Centaurs do," she agreed.

"And what do you think of me?"

"You are the absolute epitome of obscenity."

Bink froze, but the Demon laughed. The sound blasted out deafeningly. The magically ornate palace shattered about him, filling the air with debris, but none of it touched them.

"Know something?" Grundy remarked. "He's changing--like me."

"Changing--like you," Bink repeated. "Of course! While his magic was leaking out, infusing the whole Land of Xanth, some of our culture was seeping in, making him a little bit like us. That's why he feels comfortable here. That's why he can laugh. He does have some crude feelings."

Cherie was right on it. "Which means he might respond to a feeling challenge. Can you come up with one?"

"I can try," Bink said. Then, as the Demon's mirth subsided, he said: "Demon, I know a way to protect your privacy. We have a shieldstone, formerly used to protect the whole Land of Xanth from intrusion by outsiders. We valued our privacy as much as you value yours. Nothing living can pass through that shield. All I need to do is tell our King Trent about you, and he will set up the shield to prevent anyone from coming down here. The shield worked for us for over a century; it will work for you too. Then it won't matter who knows about you; every fool who tries to reach you will die, automatically."

The Demon considered. "The notion appeals. But the human mind and motivation are largely foreign to me. How can I be sure your King will honor your request?"

"I know he will," Bink said. "He's a good man, an honest one, and a savvy politician. He will immediately appreciate the need to protect your privacy, and will act on it."

"How sure of that are you?" the Demon asked.

"I'd stake my life on it."

"Your life is insignificant compared to my convenience," the Demon said without humor.

"But my talent is significant in human terms," Bink argued. "It will act in my interest by encouraging the King to--"

"Your talent is nothing to me. I could reverse it by a simple snap of my fingers." The Demon snapped his fingers with a sound like the detonation of a cherry bomb. Bink felt a horribly disquieting internal wrench, "However, your challenge intrigues me. There is a certain element of chance involved that can not occur when I myself undertake a challenge. Therefore I must indulge myself to a certain extent vicariously. You say you shall stake your life on your ability to preserve my privacy. This is really no collateral, since your life is already forfeit, but I'll accept it Shall we gamble?"

"Yes," Bink agreed. "If that's what it takes to save my friends. I'll undertake any--"

"Bink, I don't like this," Cherie said.

"Here is the testing laboratory," the Demon said, indicating a huge pit that appeared as he gestured. Around it were spaced half a dozen doorways. The walls were vertical stone, too high and slick to climb. "And here is the intruder." A monster appeared in the center, a minotaur, with the head and tail and hooves of a bull and the body of a powerful man. "If he escapes this chamber alive, he will intrude on my privacy. You will stop him if you can."

Bink faces off against the minotaur. However, it immediately runs for the exit, and Bink has to chase it and tackle it. It turns into a giant bug, and Bink realizes it has power, too. The bug heads for the exit, so Bink attacks it again. Then it turns into a giant slug, ducking his sword. He charges after it, but it becomes a snail and deflects his blade with its shell. He stabs again, this tim hitting...and it turns into a jellyfish, largely unharmed. A lime one. (Pun Count: 113) It then turns into a giant vulture, and Bink attacks...but slips on lime jelly.

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Coincidence? No--this was his talent operating--in reverse. The Demon had negligently switched it. Now seeming coincidence would always work against Bink, instead of for him. He was his own worst enemy.

Still, he had done all right for himself when his talent had been largely canceled out by the brain coral's magic. What be needed to do now was to minimize the element coincidence played in this battle. His talent never revealed itself openly, so was restricted, awaiting its chance to operate. Everything he did should be so carefully planned that it left virtually nothing to chance. That way, chance could not operate against him.

He realizes the vulture can't fly, because it still has the mass and nature of the original creature. He faces off against it, keeping it from fleeing. It turns into a copy of him, going toe to toe, but he's the better fencer. That's when Jewel shows up.

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"Bink!" she cried again, jumping down into the arena and throwing herself between him and the monster. She smelled of a summer storm. "Why didn't you stay out of the caverns, where you would be safe?" Then she stopped, amazed. "You're both Bink!"

"No, he's the monster," the monster said before Bink spoke. "He's trying to kill an unarmed man!"

"For shame!" Jewel flashed, facing Bink. The storm had become a hurricane, with the odors of sleet and dust and crushed brick, windborne. "Begone, monster!"

"Let's get out of here," the monster said to her, taking her by the arm and walking toward an exit.

"Of all the nerve!" Cherie cried from above. "Get that fool nymph out of there!"

But Jewel stayed with the cunning monster, escorting him toward safety--and a disaster she could not imagine. Bink stood frozen, unable to bring himself to act against Jewel.

"Bink, she'll die too, if you let him go!" Cherie screamed.

That nerved him. Bink launched himself at the pair, catching them each about the waist and hauling them down. He intended to separate them, stab the monster, and explain to Jewel later.

But when he righted himself, he discovered that he had a nymph on each arm. The monster now resembled Jewel--and Bink couldn't tell them apart.

I guess he also can't remember which side the monster was on.

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He jumped to his feet, sword ready. "Jewel, identify yourself!" he shouted. The monster could hardly have been smart enough to think of this on its own; Bink's talent had probably decreed such a fortuitous choice of appearances. Bink had not given it any opportunity to catch him in an accident, so it had acted on the monster instead. Coincidence took many forms.

"Me!" the two nymphs cried together, getting to their feet.

Oh, no! They sounded alike, too. "Jewel, I'm fighting a change-shape monster," he cried to them both. "If I don't kill him, he'll kill me. One way or another. I've got to know which one he is." Assuming the monster was male. Bink had to assume that, because he didn't want to kill a female.

"Him!" both nymphs cried, pointing at each other. The scent of skunk cabbage filled the air. Both backed away from each other, and from him.

Worse and worse! Now his talent had the bit in its teeth, determined not to let him prevail. Yet he had to kill the monster, and to spare Jewel. He could not afford to choose randomly.

The nymphs were heading for different exits. Already it was too late to catch both. Upon his choice rested the fate of himself and all his friends--and his infernal talent would surely make him choose wrongly. No matter which one he chose, it would be the wrong one. Somehow. Yet to make no choice would also spell doom.

Bink realized that the only way he could be sure of salvaging anything was to kill them both. The monster, and the nymph-woman who loved him. Appalling decision!

Unless he could somehow trick the monster into revealing itself. (Call it IT: that would be easy to kill!)

"You are the monster!" he cried, and charged the nymph on the right, swinging his sword.

She flicked a glance over her shoulder, saw him, and screamed in mortal terror. And the smell of dragon's breath, the essence of terror, was strong.

Bink completed his swing, avoiding her as she cowered, and hurled his sword at the second nymph, who was almost at the other exit. The one he had decided was really the monster.

But the near-nymph, in her terror, threw up her hands defensively. One hand brushed Bink's sword arm, just as he threw the weapon, fouling his aim. His talent again, using his friend to balk his attack on his enemy!

Yet it was not over. The monster, seeing the approaching blade, leaped to the side--right into the miss thrown sword. The blade struck the chest and plunged through, such was the force of Bink's throw and the charm of the weapon. Transfixed, the monster fell. Two bad lucks had canceled each other out!

Bink, meanwhile, crashed into Jewel, bearing her to the floor. "Sorry," he said. "I had to do it, to make sure--"

"That's quite all right," she said, struggling to get up. Bink got to his own feet and took her by the elbow, helping her. But his eyes were on the dead or dying monster. What was its natural form?

The monster didn't change. It still looked exactly like Jewel, with full bosom, slender waist, healthy hips, ideal legs, and sparkling hair--and blood washing out around the embedded sword. Strange. If the monster was mortally injured, why didn't it revert to form? If it were not, why didn't it scramble up and out the exit?

Jewel drew away from him. "Let me go clean up, Bink," she said. At the moment she smelled of nothing.

Of nothing? "Make a smell," Bink said, grabbing her arm again.

"Bink, let me go!" she cried, pulling toward the exit.

"Make a smell!" he growled, twisting her arm behind her back.

Suddenly he held a tangle tree. Its vines twisted to grab him, but they lacked the strength of a real tangler, even a dwarf species. Bink clamped both his arms about the tree, squeezing the tentacles in against the trunk, hard.

The tree became a squat sea serpent. Bink hunched his head down and continued squeezing. The serpent became a two-headed wolf whose jaws snapped at Bink's ears. He squeezed harder; he could afford to lose an ear in order to win the battle. The wolf became a giant tiger lily, snarling horrendously, but Bink was crushing its stem.

(Pun Count: 114)

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Finally it got smart. It changed into a needle cactus. The needles stabbed into Bink's arms and face--but he did not let go. The pain was terrible, but he knew that if he gave the monster any leeway at all it would change into something he couldn't catch, or his talent would arrange some coincidental break for it. Also, he was angry: because of this creature, he had cut down an innocent nymph, whose only fault was loving him. He had assumed that jinxes had canceled out when his mis-thrown sword cut her down, but that had not been the case. What an awful force his talent could be! His hands and face were bleeding, and a needle was poking into one eye, but Bink squeezed that cactus-torso with the passion of sheer hate until it squirted white fluid.

The thing dissolved into foul-smelling goo. Bink could no longer hold on; there was nothing to grasp. But he tore at the stuff with his hands, flinging gobs of it across the arena, and stomped the main mass flat. Could the monster survive dismemberment, even in this stage?

"Enough," the Demon said, "You have beaten it." He gestured negligently, and abruptly Bink was fit and clean again, without injury--and somehow he knew his talent was back to normal. The Demon had been testing him, not his talent. He had won--but at what cost?

He ran to Jewel--the real Jewel--reminded of the time Chameleon had been similarly wounded. But the Evil Magician had done that, while this time Bink himself had done it. "You desire her?" the Demon asked. "Take her along." And Jewel was whole and lovely, smelling of gardenias, just as if she had been dunked in healing elixir. "Oh, Bink!" she said--and fled the arena.

"Let her go," Cherie said wisely. "Only time can heal the wound that doesn't show."

"But I can't let her think I meant to--"

"She knows you didn't mean to hurt her, Bink. Or she will know, when she thinks it out at leisure. But she also knows that she has no future with you. She is a creature of the caverns; the openness of the surface world would terrify her. Even if you weren't married, she could not leave her home for you. Now that you're safe, she has to go."

Bink stared the way Jewel had gone. "I wish there were something I could do."

"You can leave her alone," Cherie said firmly. "She must make her own life."

"Good horse sense," Grundy the golem agreed.

"I will permit you to perform the agreed task in your fashion," the Demon said to Bink. "I hold no regard for you or your welfare, but I do honor the conditions of a wager. All I want from your society is that it not intrude on my private demesnes. If it does, I might be moved to do something you would be sorry for--such as cauterizing the entire surface of the planet with a single sheet of fire. Now have I conveyed my directive in a form your puny intellect can comprehend?"

Bink did not regard his intellect as puny, compared to that of the Demon. The creature was omnipotent, not omniscient: all-powerful, not all-knowing. But it would not be politic to remark on that at the moment. Bink had no doubt that the Demon could and would obliterate all life in the Land of Xanth, if irritated. Thus it was in Bink's personal interest to keep the Demon happy, and to see that no other idiots like him intruded. So his talent would extend itself toward that end--as X(A/N)th surely was aware. "Yes."

Yes, for the record, Bink really does think he's as smart as the Demon.

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Then Bink had a bright flash. "But it would be easier to ensure your privacy if there were no loose ends, like lost Magicians or pickled centaurs--"

Cherie perked up alertly. "Bink, you're a genius!"

"This Magician?" Xanth inquired. He reached up through the ceiling and brought down a gruesome skeleton. "I can reanimate him for you--"

Bink, after his initial shock, saw that this skeleton was much larger than any Humfrey could have worn. "Uh, not that one," he said, relieved. "Smaller, like a--a gnome. And alive."

"Oh, that one," X(A/N)th said. He reached through a wall and brought back Good Magician Humfrey, disheveled but intact.

"About time you got to me," Humfrey grumped. "I was running out of air, under that rubble."

Now the Demon reached down through the floor. He brought back Chester, encased in a glistening envelope of lake water. As he set the centaur down, the envelope burst; the water evaporated, and Chester looked around.

"So you went swimming without me!" Cherie said severely. "Here I stay home tending your colt while you gad about--"

Chester scowled. "I gad about because you spend all your time with the colt!"

"Uh, there's no need--" Bink interposed.

"Stay out of this," she murmured to him with a wink. Then, to Chester, she flared: "Because he is just like you! I can't keep you from risking your fool tail on stupid, dangerous adventures, you big dumb oaf, but at least I have him to remind me of--"

"If you paid more attention to me, I'd stay home more!" he retorted.

"Well, I'll pay more attention to you now, horse-head," she said, kissing him as the arena dissolved and a more cozy room formed about them. "I need you."

"You do?" he asked, gratified. "What for?"

"For making another foal, you rear end! One that looks just like me, that you can take out for runs--"

"Yeah," he agreed with sudden illumination. "How about getting started right now!" Then he looked about, remembering where he was, and actually blushed. The golem smirked. "Uh, in due course."

"And you can run some with Chet, too," she continued. "So you can help him find his talent." There was no hint of the discomfort she must have suffered getting the word out.

Chester stared at her. "His--you mean you-"

"Oh, come on, Chester," she snapped. "You're wrong ten times a day. Can't I be wrong once in my life? I can't say I like it, but since magic seems to be part of the centaur's heritage, I'll simply have to live with it. Magic does have its uses; after all, it brought you back." She paused, glancing at him sidelong. "In fact, I might even be amenable to a little flute music,"

Startled, Chester looked at her, then at Bink, realizing that someone had blabbed. "Perhaps that can be arranged--in decent privacy. After all, we are centaurs."

"You're such a beast," she said, flicking her tail at him. Bink covered a smile. When Cherie learned a lesson, she learned it well!

"Which seems to cover that situation sufficiently, tedious as it has been," the Demon said. "Now if you are all quite ready to depart, never to return--"

Yet Bink was not quite satisfied. He did not trust this sudden generosity on the part of the Demon. "You're really satisfied to be forever walled off from our society?"

"You can not wall me off," the Demon pointed out. "I am the source of magic. You will only wall you off. I will watch and participate anytime I choose--which will probably be never, as your society is of little interest to me. Once you depart, I forget you."

"You ought at least to thank Bink for freeing you," Cherie said.

"I thank him by sparing his ridiculous life," X(A/N)th said, and if Bink hadn't known better he might have thought the Demon was nettled.

"He earned his life!" she retorted. "You owe him more than that!"

Bink tried to caution her. "Don't aggravate him," he murmured. "He can blink us all into nothingness--"

"Without even blinking," the Demon agreed. One eyelid twitched as if about to blink.

"Well, Bink could have left you to rot for another thousand years, without blinking himself," she cried heedlessly. "But he didn't Because he has what you will never understand: humanity!"

"Filly, you intrigue me," X(A/N)th murmured. "It is true I am omnipotent, not omniscient--but I believe I could comprehend human motive if I concentrated on it."

"I dare you!" she cried.

Even Chester grew nervous at this. "What are you trying to do, Cherie?" he asked her. "Do you want us all extinguished?"

The Demon glanced at Grundy. "Half-thing, is there substance to her challenge?"

"What's in it for me?" the golem demanded.

The Demon lifted one finger. Light coalesced about Grundy. "That."

The light seemed to draw into the golem--and lo, Grundy was no longer a thing of clay and string. He stood on living legs, and had a living face. He was now an elf.

"I--I'm real!" he cried. Then, seeing the Demon's gaze upon him, he remembered the question. "Yes, there is substance! It's part of being a feeling creature. You have to laugh, to cry, to experience sorrow and gratitude and--and it's the most wonderful thing--"

"Then I shall cogitate on it," the Demon said. "In a century or so, when I have worked out my revised nomenclature." He returned to Cherie. "Would one gift satisfy you, feeling filly?"

"I don't need anything," she said. "I already have Chester. Bink is the one."

"Then I grant Bink one wish."

"No, that's not it! You have to show you understand by giving him something nice that he would not have thought of himself."

"Ah, another challenge," the Demon said. He pondered. Then he reached out and lifted Cherie in one hand. Bink and Chester jumped with alarm, but it was not a hostile move. "Would this suffice?" The Demon put her to his mouth. Again Bink and Chester jumped, but the Demon was only whispering, his mouth so large that the whisper shook her whole body. Yet the words were inaudible to the others.

Cherie perked up. "Why yes, that would suffice! You do understand!" she exclaimed.

"Merely interpolation from observed gestures of his kind." The Demon set her down, then nicked another finger. A little globe appeared in air, sailing toward Bink, who caught it. It seemed to be a solid bubble. "That is your wish--the one you must choose for yourself," the Demon said. "Hold the sphere before you and utter your wish, and anything within the realm of magic will be yours."

Bink held up the globe. "I wish that the men who were restored from stone by the absence of magic, so they could return to the village of magic dust, will remain restored now that magic is back," he said. "And that the lady griffin will not turn back to gold. And that all the things killed by the loss of magic, like the brain coral--"

The Demon made a minor gesture of impatience. "As you see, the bubble did not burst. That means your wish does not qualify, for two reasons. First, it is not a selfish one; you gain nothing for yourself by it. Second, those stone and gold spells can only be restored by reapplication of their inputs; once interrupted, they are gone. None of those people have returned to stone or gold, and none of the similar spells in your land have been reinstated. Only magic life has been restored, such as that of the golem and the coral The other spells are like fire: they burn continuously once started, but once doused remain out. Do not waste my attention on such redundancy; your wish must go for a selfish purpose."

"Oh," Bink said, taken aback. "I can't think of any wish of that kind."

"It was a generous notion, though," Cherie murmured to him.

The Demon waved his hand. "You must carry the wish until it is expended. Enough; I become bored with this trivia."

The Demon sends them back to the forest Bink met Cherie in. Bink pockets the wish-globe and mounts Chester, though they decide to leave Crombie bottled in case he still wants to fight. Chester talks to Humphrey about what he'll use his Answer for. He already knows his talent, and Cherie already knows hers, though she won't tell him until they're in private. Humfrey offers to tell him what to ask...but that'd use up his question. And Cherie won't allow him to pay another service for the second answer.

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"Already my freedom is slipping away," Chester muttered, not really displeased.

Bink listened glumly. He was glad to be getting home, but still felt guilt about what had happened to Jewel. He had a wish--but he knew he could not simply wish Jewel out of love with him. Her love was real, not magical, and could not be abolished magically. Also, how would Chameleon react to this matter? He would have to tell her....

They galloped up to the palace as night became complete. The grounds were illuminated by shining luna moths whose fluttering green radiance gave the palace an unearthly beauty.

(Pun Count: 115) Trent agrees to Bink's deal with the Demon, and explains that while he was fine due to his time in Mundania, Iris nearly had a nervous breakdown. He thinks they'll really appreciate their magic now, though. They release Crombie and Trent transforms him human again. It turns out he could tell everything that was happening while in the bottle, and he nearly gets in a fight with Chester before Trent shuts them both up. He tells Chester to give Bink his answer, then tells Bink to ask Humfrey how to use his wish. Humfrey tells him to give the wish to Crombie.

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Crombie fidgeted a moment, an unusual performance for him. "Uh, Bink, you remember that nymph, the one who--"

"Jewel," Bink agreed. "I dread trying to explain about her to--"

"Well, I--uh, you see, I had this fragment of the magic mirror in the bottle, and I used it to check on Sabrina, and--"

"I fear consistency was never her strong suit," the King interposed. "I don't believe you two were right for each other anyway."

"What about her?" Bink asked, perplexed.

"She was two-timing me," Crombie said, scowling. "Right when she had me on the verge--but the other guy is married, so she was going to let on the kid was mine, and--I knew I couldn't trust a woman!"

So Sabrina had deserted Crombie, as she had deserted Bink himself, before he knew Chameleon. Yet she connived to marry Crombie anyway--and it had been fated that he would have to marry her unless he married someone else first. "I'm sorry," Bink said. "But I think it would be best simply to let her go. No sense wasting a wish for vengeance."

"No, that's not what I had in mind," Crombie assured him. "I wouldn't trust any woman now. But I think I could love a nymph--"

"Jewel?" Bink asked, amazed.

"I don't expect you to believe this," Crombie said seriously. "I don't really believe it myself. But a soldier has to face realities. I lost the battle before it started. There I was, lying in that cleft where you had slain me, Bink. I don't blame you for that; it was a hell of a good fight, but I was really hurting. Suddenly she came, smelling of pine needles and gardenias, bringing the healing elixir. I never saw anything so sweet in my life. She was weak and hesitant, just like a nymph. No threat to any man, least of all a soldier. No competition. The kind of female I could really get along with. And the way she stood by you--" Crombie shook his head. "That's why I went back in the bottle, after pointing out the antidote for you. I wouldn't do anything to hurt that nymph, and killing you would have torn her up. And if you got the antidote, you'd get out of love with her, which was how I wanted you. She's lovely and loyal. But since she still loves you--"

"That's hopeless," Bink said. "I'll never see her again, and even if I did--" He shrugged. "There can be nothing between us."

"Right. So if you don't mind, I'll just take this wish and wish her to drink some of that love potion--and to see me next thing. Then she'll feel about me the way you felt about her. Only I'll be available, seeing as I have to marry someone anyway."

And Crombie was a dashing soldier and a handsome man. Inevitably the love the potion started would become real. The hurt Jewel felt for what Bink had done to her, striking her down with his sword, would make the transition easier. Except--"But you like to travel about," Chester said before Bink could formulate the same objection. "She lives below, planting precious stones. That's her job; she wouldn't leave it."

"So we'll separate--and rejoin," Crombie said. "I'll be seeing her part-time, not all the time. That's the way I like it. I'm a soldier."

Grundy is given a job as a translator in the palace, and Trent isn't angry about the dangers Bink caused.

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"Have no concern, Bink," the King said with a reassuring smile. "I was aware that there was an element of risk when I sent you--but I was as curious about the source of magic as you, and I felt that it was best to have the discovery made by you, protected by your talent I knew your talent would see you through."

"But my talent was lost when the magic went, and--"

"Was it, Bink? Didn't it strike you that the Demon's return was unusually fortuitous?"

"Well, he wanted a private place to--"

"Which he could have arranged anywhere in the universe. What really brought him back? I submit that it was your talent, still looking out for your long-range interests. Your marriage was in trouble, so your magic indulged in an extraordinary convolution to set it straight."

"I--I can't believe my talent could operate to affect the origin of magic itself!" Bink protested.

"I have no such difficulty. The process is called feedback, and it can and does reflect profoundly on the origin. Life itself may be regarded as a feedback process. But even if that were not the case, your talent could have anticipated the chain of events, and established a course that would inevitably bring magic back to the Land of Xanth, much as an arrow shot into the air inevitably returns--"

"Uh, when we fought the constellations, Chester's arrows didn't--"

The King shook his head. "Forgive an inept analogy. I shall not bore you further with my Mundane perspective. I am satisfied with the result of your quest, and you should be satisfied too. I suspect that had any other person released the Demon, X(A/N)th would never have returned to our realm. At this point the matter is academic. We shall have to find another occupation for you, but there is no rush. Go home to your wife and son."

"Son?"

"Oh, did I forget to inform you? As of dusk you became the father of a Magician-class baby, my likely successor to the throne--in due course. I suggest that infant's talent is the Demon's selected gift to you, and perhaps another reason your own talent put you through this adventure."

"What talent does the baby have?" Bink asked, feeling giddy. His son--an overt Magician at birth!

"Oh, I wouldn't spoil the surprise by telling you! Go home and see for yourself!" King Trent clapped him heartily on the shoulder. "Your home life will never be dull again!"

Bink found himself on his way. Talents never repeated in the Land of Xanth, except maybe among fiends, so his son could not be a transformer like the King or a storm master like the prior King, or a magic-adapter like King Roogna who had built Castle Roogna, or an illusionist like Queen Iris. What could it be, that showed so early?

As he approached the cabin at the edge of the palace estate, and smelled the faint residual odor of cheese from the cottage, Bink's thoughts turned to Chameleon. It had been only a week since he had left her, but it seemed like a year. She would be in her normal phase now, ordinary in appearance and intelligence: his favorite. Their mutual worry about the prospects of their baby was over; the boy was not variable like her, or seemingly without talent like him. His love for her had been tested most severely, by the love potion and availability of a most desirable alternative. What a relief to have Crombie going after Jewel...though that could be another action of his talent. At any rate, now Bink knew how much he loved Chameleon. He might never have realized, had he not had this adventure. So the King was right; he--

Someone emerged from the cabin. She cast a triple shadow in the light of the three moons, and she was beautiful. He ran to meet her with an exclamation of joy, grabbed her and--discovered it was not Chameleon.

"Millie!" he exclaimed, turning her hastily loose. She had phenomenal sex appeal, but all he wanted was Chameleon. "Millie the ghost! What are you doing here?"

"Taking care of your wife," Millie said. "And your son. I think I'm going to like being a nursemaid again. Especially to so important a person."

"Important?" Bink asked blankly.

"He talks to things!" she blurted enthusiastically. I mean, he goo-goos at them, and they answer back. His crib sang him a lullaby, his pillow quacked like a duck, a rock warned me not to trip over it so I wouldn't drop the Magician--"

"Communication with the inanimate!" Bink breathed, seeing the significance of it. "He'll never get lost, because every rock will give him directions. He'll never be hungry, because a lake will tell him the best place to fish, or a tree--no, not a tree, that's alive--some rock will tell him where to find fruit. He'll be able to learn more news than the Good Magician Humfrey, and without consorting with demons! Though some of my best friends are demons, like Beauregard...No one will be able to betray him, because the very walls will tell him about any plots. He--"

A grim shape loomed out of the dark, dripping clods of earth, Bink gripped his sword.

"Oh, no, it's all right!" Millie cried. "That's only Jonathan!"

"That's no man--that's a zombie!" Bink protested.

"He's an old friend of mine," she said. "I knew him back when Castle Roogna was new. Now that I'm alive again, he feels responsible for my welfare."

It turns out that was the zombie Bink met at the start of the book. Bink suggests that when his son gets older, he can ask the rocks about how to turn zombies to life. Because apparently the rocks will know. Or a rock, somewhere. Millie is very pleased.

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Bink faced the zombie, but did not offer to shake hands. "I think you were another omen for me, Jonathan. When I met you the first time, it signaled death with all its horrors: the death of magic. But through that death I found a kind of rebirth--and so will you."

Bink turned to the door of the cottage, ready to join his family.

Pun Count: 115ish for The Source of Magic.

Inadequately
Oct 9, 2012
Has every major (and I use the term loosely) female character so far had some sort of seduction/beauty power? Everyone from Iris to the ghost to the siren has some sort of magical beauty or seductive power. Jewel sort of counts by virtue of being a nymph, I guess.

Lottery of Babylon
Apr 25, 2012

STRAIGHT TROPIN'

Inadequately posted:

Has every major (and I use the term loosely) female character so far had some sort of seduction/beauty power? Everyone from Iris to the ghost to the siren has some sort of magical beauty or seductive power. Jewel sort of counts by virtue of being a nymph, I guess.

I don't remember what Sabrina's talent is (is it even mentioned?), but she's already a textbook MRA image even without it.

WickedHate
Aug 1, 2013

by Lowtax
Ugh. Ugh. I read the Xanth series in middle school and I wanted to claw my eyes out every time. They kept being recommended and I can't for the life of me figure out why.

I did read Incarnations of Immortality just last year, On A Pale Horse and Carrying A Red Sword, and I didn't hate them. The lack of underage sex probably helped that. It was at the very least leagues above what I thought it'd be when I saw who wrote them.

Carry on, Mors, you brave soul.

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BrainParasite
Jan 24, 2003


Lottery of Babylon posted:

I don't remember what Sabrina's talent is (is it even mentioned?), but she's already a textbook MRA image even without it.

Hologram. So there's one that isn't explicitly about being all good looking.

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