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Chapter 5 shoots us back over to Ivy.quote:The baby Gap Dragon was only a fraction of its adult size and not much more than triple Ivy's mass. But its primary features were intact; it had six legs, a sinuous tail, a set of wings too small to enable it to fly, and a horrendous head full of teeth. Its scales were metallic, a rather pretty green with iridescent highlights, and the tip of its tail was knifelike. (Pun Count: 69) quote:"You're wonderful!" They go looking for food. quote:Nearby was a crabapple tree, with quite a number of ripe crabs. "Gee, I bet those are good," she said, reaching for one. But the crab snapped at her with its huge pincer, and she hastily withdrew her hand. She had learned the hard way about things that pinched, back at Castle Roogna. (Pun Count: 70) quote:Still, those crabs looked awfully good. "I know!" she decided, for she prided herself on her ability to solve problems when she tried; indeed, that ability had intensified to do justice to her pride. "Mommy cooks crabs in hot water. Then they don't snap!" She had not realized, before this moment, why her mother went through the ritual with the water, putting hot peppers into the pot to bring the liquid to the boiling point, then dumping in the crabs. It was a significant revelation, worthy of Ivy's effort. (Pun Count: 71) She gets Stanley to steam the crabs, making him smart enough ot understand why she needs him to. She also uses Stanley's fangs to crack the crab open so she can eat the meat. Stanley eats his own crabs. Night closes in, so they now need a place to sleep. quote:The dragon, of course, normally slept anywhere he wanted to; no other creature would attack him. But he was much smaller and less experienced than he had been, and was daunted by the threat of darkness. How would he escape the monster under the bed if he had no bed to climb on? So if Ivy believed it was necessary to find a good place to sleep, then it must be true. They then find a tree that grows babies armed with helmets and spears. quote:They had been steamed, but they were not cooked. Each fallen man bounded to his feet, and a company of them gathered below the tree. "Oh, babies!" Ivy exclaimed, perceiving that each wore diapers. "This is an infant-tree!" (Pun Count: 72) quote:These were pretty tough babies. Each had a helmet and a little sword or spear. Now they scowled and marched, their weapons extended threateningly. Stanley wafted more steam at them, but the troops of the infant-tree forged on, using little shields to deflect the steam. Their red color was that of anger, not of ripening or cooking. They flee, finding another tree, which they need to climb. quote:They were in luck. Behind the tree was a crane. The bird had long, thin legs and a long, thin neck and a long, thin bill. It was a large bird, so that when it stood up straight, its head disappeared into the leaves of the tree. Indeed, it was engaged in lifting stones from the ground to the foliage, cranking up its head in slow, measured stages. (Pun Count: 73) quote:Ivy paused, watching this procedure. She concentrated, and finally figured it out: the bird was practicing rocky-tree. (Pun Count: 74) quote:The troops of the infant-tree were in hot pursuit, delayed only by the shortness of their stride and by their need to detour more widely around the projecting roots than Ivy and Stanley had to do. Ivy didn't waste time. "Mister Crane, will you lift us up into the tree?" she asked. "I'll give you--" She hesitated, searching about herself for something to offer, for she knew that it was proper to give favors for favors. She found a metal disk in her pocket and brought it out. "This." They make a bed out of branches and leaves, and the tree keeps them dry in the storm. In the morning, Ivy remembers that she's not at home, and is overjoyed to be with Stanley. She decides to stay in the tree. quote:Ivy looked for a bathroom, but found none. She discovered, though, that anything she did dropped harmlessly through the floor of foliage and out of sight and out of mind, so that was no problem. Birds did it, after all; no wonder they found trees so convenient! Eventually, they reach the highest part of the tree. quote:There were some large, individual leaves projecting from the nether mass of the treescape, with black patterns on them. The nearest one was marked WELCOME TO COVEN-TREE, and below it a smaller leaf was marked DO NOT LITTER. Ivy was too young to read, and the Gap Dragon had never learned how, so they ignored these leaves. (Pun Count: 75) quote:Ahead was a series of leafy cages containing strange animals. The sign-leaf by the first said GI-ANTS. Inside were several huge and strange insects, each as big as Ivy herself. Their bodies resembled those of ant lions, but their heads were strange. Ivy pondered a moment, then managed to remember where she had seen creatures like these before. "In a picture!--" she exclaimed. "In a book of weird Mundane monsters. Mommy called them 'ants.' They must be a crossbreed of ant lions and, and--" But here she stalled; she could not figure out what could account for the changed heads. "But I thought they were smaller." (Pun Count: 77) They move on. quote:The next cage was labeled MA-MOTHS. Inside were the biggest night butterflies Ivy had ever seen, with furry antennae and folded dark wings. They carried no butter, however. They seemed to be asleep, though it was day. (Pun Count: 79) quote:Another cage contained an ENOR-MOUSE crunching up a huge chunk of cheese. Others had TREMEN-DOES, which were large, split-hoofed animals, vaguely like the yak, eating leaves; GIGAN-TICS sucking on a big bloodroot; STUPEN-DOES, even larger than the other does; and IM-MENS, which were ogre-sized men. (Pun Count: 84) Ivy decides to let the creatures go, getting Stanley to steam the locks open. The creatures charge around choatically when they escape, so Ivy and Stanley head to the next tree. quote:This new tree was very pretty. WELCOME TO PAGEAN-TREE, its leaf-sign said, and of course they ignored it. They were too interested in all the pretty colors of the foliage, much brighter than the leaves of the last tree, and in the remarkable forms this new foliage assumed. (Pun Count: 85) quote:There were also marching bands, each band a strip of cloth or cord or rubber with little legs that tramped along at a measured pace, somewhat the way the tough babies of the infant-tree had marched. Ivy was entranced, and Stanley became interested, too, since she thought he would be. (Pun Count: 86) quote:But after a while, even the splendors of the pagean-tree palled, for life was more than pageans, and they jumped to the foliage of still another tree. This was, its sign said, a DATE PALM, its fronds representing all the days of the year. Day lilies grew in little cups of earth, but only one bloomed each day, so that the precise date was always marked. In the very center grew a large century plant, its thick, long, green leaves spreading out in a globe, spiked along the sides and tips. (Pun Count: 88) quote:In the middle of the century plant was something really fascinating. It seemed to be another plant with straight stalks clothed by many small, round, bright leaves that glittered in the sunlight like golden coins. "Ooooh, pretty!" Ivy exclaimed. "I want one!" Little girls resembled big cranes in this respect; they liked pretty things. Ivy can't reach the coins, though, because of the spurs of the century plant. Stanley steams them soft, but progress is slow. Ivy grabs for a coin, and the moment she touches it, light flares, making the area glow eerily, the same glow as from Irene's vision. Then, Ivy and Stanley are frozen in place. quote:They had been caught by one of the least dramatic but most powerful plants in Xanth, the one that ultimately governed and brought down almost every other living creature: thyme. (Pun Count: 89) Pun Count: 89 by the end of Chapter 5.
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Chapter 6 returns us to Irene in the morning, after the storm clears. Irene makes clothing out of towels, and they start their search again, but none of the plants remember Ivy. A griffin bothers them after a few hours and Irene grows an aggressive boxwood tree to fight if off. Finally, Grundy finds an anchor plant that remembers Ivy despite the storm washing out most of the plant memories. (Pun Count: 90) It also reports that Ivy was accompanied by the Gap Dragon.quote:"The Gap Dragon has no friends!" Irene said, perversely arguing with him. "It's a loner. It eats everything it catches." (Pun Count: 91) quote:"Just answer the question, you little swinger," Irene said sternly. (Pun Count: 92) quote:The baby paused in its swinging. "They fled beyond the witch's tree," it said. "By the time we made a forced-march there, the trail was cold. We've got better things to do than hunt for dummies." (Pun Count: 93) They head onwards, and eventually find a new plant. quote:They came to a bleak area, yellowish overall, where normal trees gave way to strange, thick-trunked growths from which grew long, thin, grasslike leaves with upright spikes at the top bearing whitish flowers. Grundy queried one and discovered it was a grasstree named Xanthorrhoed. (Pun Count: 94) As Irene ponders getting a seed, a witch shows up. She may have news of Ivy. However... quote:The witch looked Irene in the face. The witch was an ugly old crone, hunched and dirty, with a wart on her nose. "Go to my hut yonder, enter the cage there, and lock yourself in," she said. Irene grows a fire fern, burning through the cage. (Pun Count: 95) She also grows an octopus plant and a club moss to better arm herself. (Pun Count: 97) She attacks the witch, but forgot abouyt the gaze - the witch gets Irene to release her and put down the club. The witch forces her to sit and listen. quote:"I shall introduce myself," the witch said. "I am Xanthippe, the wicked witch of the wilderness. I associate with the Xanthorrhoed trees, the root plants of Xanth, as their name suggests. You have intruded on my property and you are in my power. I see you are a sorceress yourself, and that pleases me more than you may presently appreciate, but you remain subject to my will. Because I have your daughter." (Pun Count: 98) quote:"Oh, to be sure, with your clever control of plants, you could free them, too--but only I know where my thyme plant is hidden and what menaces are guarding it. I can have your child destroyed before you can rescue her. You must have my cooperation, if you wish to save her--and you shall have that only at my price." They head over to an orange tree - a tree that is literally orange. (Pun Count: 99) Chem and Grundy are imprisoned there. Xanthippe tells Irene to wait and then heads off. Grundy suggests that Irene free them, but she can't without endangering Ivy. Zora Zombie seemed to be immune to Xanthippe and wandered off. quote:Before Irene could answer, the witch returned. Behind her was a hippogryph carrying a young man, evidently the witch's son. Irene suggests that, perhaps, she could grow a plant for Xanthippe instead, but Xanthippe has plenty already. Irene suggests getting the exhibits back, but Xanthippe was planning to change them anyway - she just wanted them out in a more orderly way. She wants nothing except for her son to rape Irene. quote:"Then I'll fetch him a nymph!" Chem suggests there must be something. Xanthippe says that the only other thing she wants, they can't get. quote:"Try us," Chem said. "We might surprise you." Xanthippe wants three seeds from the Tree of Seeds, which Chem has never heard of. quote:"It's on Mount Parnassus, hidden in the illiterate wilderness," the witch explained. "Only my son's hippogryph knows how to reach it from here. And the Tree is guarded by the Simurgh." (Pun Count: 102) quote:"I would very much like to see that psychia-tree," Chem murmured. "I suspect that would be a mind-affecting experience." (Pun Count: 103) quote:"There are seeds on the Tree of Seeds that no longer exist anywhere else," the witch concluded. "Seeds no ordinary person can even imagine!" (Pun Count: 106) The party volunteers to get the three seeds that Xanthippe wants, along with the feather, if she'll return Ivy. Xanthippe thinks it's a bad deal - they might die in the doing. quote:Oh. There was that indeed. Yet if the alternative was to be involuntarily mated to the witch's son-- There's just one problem: only Xap knows how to get to Parnassus, and only Xavier can control the beast. Grundy suggests they come along. quote:Irene winced. No problem? The last thing she wanted was to associate closely with the witch's son, and she doubted Chem was any more sanguine about the hippogryph. Yet it seemed to be the only feasible way to reach Parnassus, and Parnassus seemed to be the only route clear of their present predicament. So if she had to conquer Parnassus to get her child safely back, she would do it, "This time Grundy is right," Irene agreed reluctantly. "They must come along."[/quopte] (Pun Count: 109) Xap takes off, and Zora nearly falls, until she grabs Xavier. Grundy and Irene ride Chem under him. Chem is impressed by Xap's strength. They head on southeast, and Chem asks if Grundy and Irene noticed the significance of Zora's find: a dragon scale. A scale, specifically, from the Gap Dragon. So clearly Zora can help them even if they abandon the quest - but they decide not to, just in case. Even if they worry about what'll happen if they give the seeds to Xanthippe. quote:Irene nodded reluctant agreement. She had consented to fetch the seeds for Xanthippe, and she always honored her agreements, even when she regretted them. Her father King Trent had taught her the importance of that. Pun Count: 109 by the end of Chapter 6.
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Chapter 7: back to Ivy, and a reveal that in any other writer's hands would probably be saved for something not so, uh, off-handed.quote:Ivy was a little Sorceress, though not yet recognized as such. Her magic talent was one of the select few that extended beyond the normal limits and had ramifications that would not have been credible anywhere except in Xanth. This was the gift of the Demon X(A/N)[superth[/super], whose enormous magic permeated the Land of Xanth, though the Demon had no interest in the affairs of Xanth. At the behest of Chem's mother Cherie Centaur, the Demon had bequeathed to the descendants of Bink and his wife Chameleon the status of Magicians. Thus, their son Dor was a Magician, destined from birth to become King of Xanth, and their granddaughter Ivy was another, similarly destined. However, the Demon had not bothered to inform anyone of this, allowing each person to find out in due course. Ivy is annoyed that the golden disk shot up out of her reach, but Stanley can't pull it down. quote:"Oh, never mind, Stanley," Ivy said, disgruntled. "I didn't really want it anyway." This was known as the sour grape ploy, and it was adequate for the occasion. "I'm tired of these big trees; let's go back down to the ground." They head onwards, stopping to get a snack, and then look out at the ground from the pagean-tree. However, it is far too hard to climb down. quote:But Ivy remained a reasonably smart child, just about as smart as she thought she should be, and she soon came up with a notion. "We must call for help. Someone always comes when a damsel calls for help." Someone always had come before, at any rate. "A Night in Shiny Armor, I think." (Pun Count: 110) quote:Stanley wasn't sure about this, but since his specialty was not rescues, he let Ivy handle it. (Pun Count: 111) Ivy doesn't like squishy fruit, however. (Neither does Hugo, but it's all he can conjure.) However, he spots a bed bug and hauls it over, allowing Ivy to jump down onto it, followed by Stanley, who knocks a scale off doing so. Hugo is rather bothered by the dragon, and Stanley doesn't want a rival for Ivy's attention. Hugo prepares to summon a squishy pineapple to throw. (PUn Count: 112) quote:Fortunately, in the way of women of any age, Ivy realized there was a problem. She acted with instinctive finesse to alleviate it. "Don't quarrel!" she cried. "You two must get along together, for you are both my friends. Hugo is my boyfriend--" At this, Hugo was freshly startled. "And Stanley is my Dragon friend. So you're friends to each other, too." They head off, into a dark part of the forest. However, Ivy is now hungry. Hugo offers to summon fresh fruit, but he warns Ivy that his fruit isn't very good. Ivy refuses to believ eit, because she believes Hugo is handsome, wonderful and talented. Hugo summons an apple, and is shocked to find that it isn't rotting. Ivy bites into it, and it's good. Hugo summons a banana, which likewise turns out much better than expected and is eaten by Stanley. He then summons a plum for himself. quote:Hugo conjured a plum, taking courage. It seemed as good as the other fruit. He nerved himself and took a small bite. The fruit was juicy and tasty. "I can't understand it," he said. "Usually my fruit is as rotten as a zombie." (Pun Count: 113) They head off again, if slowly. quote:Ivy's mind wandered, as there certainly wasn't much for it to do around here. She thought of her nice room in Castle Roogna, with the magic tapestry that showed scenes of the fabulous history of Xanth. She thought of the nice cherry trees of the castle orchard, with the exploding red fruits. She thought of the friendly ghosts of the castle. She did not think of Millie as a ghost, for Millie had returned to life long before Ivy was born, but fun-loving Jordan was still there. Jordan had helped save Xanth from the NextWave, she had been told, so he was now in excellent repute and was sometimes allowed to baby-sit her when her folks were out. It was amazing how much more interesting home became when she was far away from it! (Pun Count: 114) quote:"Oh, I guess it was me she found. Can we ride her?" Imbri is unable to help them, but does warn them that something awful is ahead. Stanley can protect them, however. quote:They went on. Sure enough, something awful appeared. At first Ivy thought it was the monster under the bed, but its hands weren't big, horny, or callused, so it couldn't be that. It had multiple bug-legs and wings and feelers, and a huge, horrible mask of a face. (Pun Count: 115) The bugbear specializes in snatching children, and so isn't very large. Ivy screams, terrified, and Hugo hurls a tomato at the bugbear uselessly. He tries again. Stanley blasts it with steam, melting the bugbear's face and forcing it to run away. quote:"Oh, Stanley, you're so wonderful!" Ivy exclaimed, hugging his neck. She polished up the pedestal, which was higher and prettier now, though still invisible. The dragon discovered again that he liked getting hugged by a cute little girl, and the pedestal was actually a pretty comfortable place to rest on his laurels. He made a low, purring growl. It was fun saving damsels from bug-eyed monsters. (Pun Count: 116) The jungle starts to thin out, and everyone is getting hot and tired. They find some mist, which gets everyone rather wet, but Stanley enjoys it. Ivy decides it's time to stop and rest. quote:But they were not fated to rest long. There was something in the mist behind them, and it was not pleasant. They couldn't see it, or hear it, yet they were aware of it. Stanley fired a jet of steam back in its direction, but with no effect. The problem with steam was that its range was limited; if a thing was out of sight, it was also out of reach. Ivy gets scared, and they start to flee. They break out of the mist, which turns out to be a sunken cloud, but other clouds are all around. One of the clouds forms a face and crown, and demands to know who they are, using Imbri to translate. Ivy introduces herself, and the cloud claims to be the King of Clouds, demanding abject obeisance. Ivy has no idea what that means, but apparently looking down and poking the ground with a foot counts. quote:"That's better," the centaur said. "The cloud sees you are bowing and/or curtseying. He says he is his Majesty Cumulo-Fracto-Nimbus, the Lord of the Air. He says you remind him of someone he doesn't like--a female with green hair." (Pun Count: 117) quote:"Dunderhead," Hugo agreed, with uncommon wit. Nights were noted for that. (Pun Count: 118) This gets the cloud very, very mad. quote:"Oh, now Hugo's done it," the dream centaur said. "The King of Clouds is very volatile and tempest-headed. Flee before he strikes!" (Pun Count: 119) Stanley steams at the cloud, but it just makes it bigger. Hugo, however, summons a watermelon and hurls it. Fracto recoils before realizing it's just a fruit. When the watermelon breaks, the water just strengthens him. Ivy suggests a pineapple. Hugo creates one, hurling it at Fracto's mouth. He hits it with lightning and it explodes, blowing him apart. However, Fracto will reform even worse in a few minutes. quote:"Conjure some fresh cherry bombs!" Ivy cried to Hugo. "We'll beat a strategic retreat!" She almost surprised herself with that word "strategic"; it had been beyond her comprehension before, though she had heard her father use it when discussing the ancient War of the NextWave, which had happened two years before she was born. But now she was in a battle situation, and the meaning of the term was manifesting clearly enough. (Pun Count: 120) quote:"Gotcha," the boy agreed, with the excellent grammar of the typical Night. A huge bunch of cherries appeared, a double handful. He flipped one cherry at the northeast side of the island, and when the bomb exploded, the layer of cloud there was disrupted. It started closing in again immediately, but obviously the fight had been temporarily knocked out of it. They keep this up until Fracto gives up and goes away. quote:Ivy was thrilled by the victory. "You defeated Fracto!" she exclaimed. "Oh, let me award you, Hugo!" She flung her arms about him and planted a fat kiss on his left ear, in the way she had. She might have had her terminology a trifle confused, but the boy was quite satisfied with his award. It was the first such thing he had ever earned. He began, almost, to believe that he might be worthwhile. (Pun Count: 121) Stanley finds a scent, leading them to a large cave. They make a nest in there...and in the middle of the night, they are awakened by an arriving monster, which is eating a dead animal. They are in its lair. It goes to sleep in front of the cave entrance, trapping them in the cave until dawn, when it will surely notice them. Pun Count: 121 by the end of Chapter 7.
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The tendency of Xanthians to swiftly resort to insults when meeting neutral parties that could harm them resurfaces once again.
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Chapter 8: back to Irene.quote:They traveled southeast into the depths of Unknown Xanth. Chem was delighted, for it was her personal mission to map all of the peninsula she could find, especially what had never before been recorded. Periodically she projected her magic map, adding the new features--and marking their progress with a neat, black, dotted line. (Pun Count: 122) They continue to follow Xap. quote:"Hey, that's nice," Grundy said, reaching out to grab a small flower from a plant growing on a close bank. (Pun Count: 123) Onwards! quote:They continued on through a field of creature plants, generally harmless but sometimes startling. Duckweed quacked, an alligator pear ground its teeth at them--naturally it had two jaws for the purpose, an upper and a lower, making the pair--a windmill palm rotated its great blade-leaves, causing wind to gust past them, a pig lily oinked, a pussy-foot crept away on little fog-feet, fish grass swam away, several toad plants croaked with great displays of mortal agony, and a money plant waved green papery leaves at them. Then the air was filled with the frozen petals from a giant snowflake plant; the petals settled in a maidenhair tree, much to her annoyance. She took a brush from a bottle-brush plant and brushed off the snow, then plucked a powder-puff to restore her complexion. (Pun Count: 136) quote:Chem, distracted by the novel plants, stumbled against a rock. Fortunately, it was a sham-rock, so her hoof wasn't hurt. A real rock would have been much worse. A running myrtle, spooked by the noise, ran off. A nearby punk tree laughed, making the sound by cracking its wooden knuckles and creaking its limbs. (Pun Count: 139) Yeah, this isn't going to stop any time soon. quote:A short distance away, a pencil tree was making busy notes on a paper plant. Irene smiled; apparently to these plants, the sight of a centaur, woman, and golem was worthy of note. The visitors were as strange to the plants as the plants were to the visitors. But notes weren't really necessary, as there were several forget-me-not flowers around to remember. (Pun Count: 142) quote:Near the edge of the field, a spider lily was hot in pursuit of a butterfly flower, while silver bells rang a warning. That startled a zebra plant who was grazing on some unlucky clover. Chicken corn squawked as the zebra ran past, and a curiosity plant craned its stem to see what was going on. (Pun Count: 149) Irene decides they must be near the Tree of Seeds, with all this stuff around. quote:As they re-entered the deeper jungle, Grundy reached for a feather fern, surely intending some ticklish mischief with it, but a fan palm fanned it aside. The golem slapped at the palm, but it drew back, closing its fingers about itself, and all Grundy struck was a section of a neighboring crown-of-thorns. That plant dropped its thorny crown on the golem's head. What the golem said as he wrenched the prickly crown off was not comprehensible, since it was in plant language, but a bleeding heart vine blushed, a trumpet lily sounded a retreat, an artillery plant fired off a salute, and a never-never plant wilted. (Pun Count: 156) They stop for lunch. quote:Irene grew a custard-apple plant, a honey plant, and a swisscheese plant for Xavier, Chem, and herself; a hot red pepper for Xap; and a genuine has-bean for Grundy. (Pun Count: 159) They decide to make camp for a while. Irene has a sudden vision of Ivy, lying sick at the base of a cactus. However, it can't be Ivy, as the ivy plant remains healthy. Xavier tells her that it's just the fetch. quote:"Naw. It's when you see a live person, only you see him dead. Maw likes the fetch; it suits her sense of humor." The fetch always shows a living person. quote:"I don't like the fetch," Xavier confessed. "It used to be death to see it, in the old days when Xanth was new; now it's just bad luck. Maw likes bad luck, but I don't." (Pun Count: 162) Xavier's talent is to zap things. quote:"Xap? Your hippogryph?" (Pun Count: 163) It's some kind of weapon talent. quote:"I guess so." He looked about. "See that cobra plant getting ready to strike the Filly's leg?" (Pun Count: 164) quote:Irene looked, startled. Sure enough, the plant was rearing its flattened stem, with two thorn-fangs glistening from its flower. When a cobra plant spread such a cape, the prudent person vacated the region quickly. But Chem was in dialogue with Xap, Grundy translating. Chem wanted to determine a good mapable route to Parnassus, so that the mountain would no longer be unattainable. She did not see the dangerous plant, and Irene was afraid to call out to her for fear that would trigger the strike. It was a delicate situation. "I see it," she murmured. Chem is going to go scouting with Xap. This confuses Irene. quote:An amazing notion pushed at Irene's consciousness as she glanced at the powerful bird-horse standing a short distance away. Xap was as fine a specimen of creature as she had seen in a long time, all muscle and feather and gleam. Could Chem want some private time with the hippogryph? Impossible! And yet centaurs were crossbreeds, and so were hippogryphs, with a common heritage through their equine ancestry. Chem had found no suitable male centaur, and Xap had found no female of his kind. Could Chem want a foal who could fly? Irene continues preparing the camp. quote:The tree house was almost complete. It would have been done before now if Ivy had been here, Irene knew. Her power was diminishing in the absence of her daughter. The loss would not be critical, but it was noticeable. She had allowed enough time, for the daylight had not yet faded. She would plant some sword ferns around the base of the tree to prevent intrusion by nocturnal predators; the fern would not grow any more by night, but wouldn't need to; any foot stepping on it would get slashed. (Pun Count: 165) quote:Now there was the problem of sleeping. She hadn't thought of it before, being concerned with her mission and the unusual social interactions this party was experiencing. She had once supposed that the trip to Parnassus could be completed in a few hours, perhaps a day. A foolish notion, obviously. So they had to camp along the way, which was routine. There was room for four in the tree house. But when the four were a woman, a golem, a zombie, and a strange man... (Pun Count: 166) quote:But oh, she wished she were back with Dor and Ivy at Castle Roogna! She worried how Dor was getting along without her. He really didn't have much of a head for governing; few men did, aside from her father. That was why women were essential. They hear some kind of terrible noise, and are unsure what it is. It's getting dark, though, so Irene can't really use her talent. quote:Also, until she knew the precise nature of the threat, she could not select an appropriate seed--and she feared by then it would be too late. "I think we'll have to depend on Xavier," she said reluctantly. It wasn't that she doubted the young man's competence or courage; she just didn't like the notion of having to depend on any man other than her husband for anything. The noise is some kind of shrieking women. quote:The last of the light showed their faces. "They're real dogs," Grundy said. (Pun Count: 167) quote:But that was not the oddest thing about these women. Their hair twisted in coils like the bodies of snakes, their exposed arms and legs were so dark that they reflected almost no light at all, and their cloaks turned out to be not cloth but huge, batlike wings. Each female carried a kind of stick with several thongs dangling from it. The women screech at them, saying they will scourge the party for their sins. quote:"Innocent travelers!" the canine crone screeched, sounding worse than a harpy. "You, girl who was such a trial to your lonely mother the Sorceress for nigh thirty years and now neglects her entirely! What illusion can she spin to shield her own awareness from the serpent's tooth of your ungratefulness? With what solace shall she die, away and alone, while her daughter murders her with uncaring?" They are all very grateful to Zora, and Xavier is angry at the man who drove her to suicide. However, she couldn't block off Grundy from the curse, and he knows what it is: misfortune. One bad thing will happen to each victim which will make them wish they were dead. And Zora will be hit twice. They invitre Zora up to the tree house, despite her claiming she doesn't need it. Zora heads up, and Xavier helps her in, since she's too weak to finish the climb. quote:"I never touched one of them things before," Xavier murmured, half to himself. "Not with my hands, 'Course, she was hanging on to me, riding Xap, but I just sorta tuned her out. As if she were a bag of garbage going to the dump. But now, after she took that scourge for me--if I had been hit, I guess my flesh would be dropping off and showing my bones." He shook his head. "I never had no one do me a favor I didn't do back. But how do you give back the favor of a life when--I mean, she lost her life long before I ever knew her." He clenched his fists in a frustration Irene shared. He was a decent man, facing an insoluble ethical problem. "It's not so bad, touching her. No worse than entrails from some monster I killed. Touching stuff--it really don't mean nothing. It's how you feel about it. She sure don't weigh much." Irene heads to bed in the monkey-puzzle chamber, and they all camp down for the night. Pun Count: 167 by the end of Chapter 8.
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Chapter 9. Xap and Chem return from their night scouting.quote:Maybe it was her imagination, Irene thought, but in the light of dawn, Zora looked improved. The scourge gouges had filled in so that bone no longer showed, her flesh no longer hung in tatters, and her eyes seemed restored to the point where they were capable of normal vision. Even her dress was whole now, apparently renovating itself as part of the zombie process. Her hair was longer and fuller and less straggly, with some of its original fair color showing. It seemed that rest and shelter did mend a zombie somewhat. (Pun Count: 168) Irene thinks that perhaps caring about Zora is what did it. quote:Irene's original clothes were quite dry now, so she no longer had to wear the towels or other substitutes. That improved her outlook. She grew milkweed and eggplant for breakfast, for those who wanted it. Xap and Chem were not hungry; presumably they had eaten on the run during the night. (Pun Count: 170) Chem gives the mdirections. There are two peaks to Parnassus. On one, there are the nine Muses, the cave of the Oracle and o nthe peak, the Tree of Seeds. However, Chem seems worried about something she won't talk about. Irene is worried, too, especially with Grundy and Zora's curses. Chem explains: the Oracle's shrine is guardedb y the Python. There are also the maenads. quote:"The maenads. They are the wild women of wine. They dance ritually on the north slope, tearing apart and consuming any creature they catch. Once they served the god of fertile crops, but the old gods are gone now and the maenads serve no one except the Tree of Immortality, which keeps them alive and youthful." They have a path planned out. They can't fly up with Xap since the Simurgh bans all entry to Parnassus by air for anything larger than a small bird. The Simurgh is very choosy about visitors. They head off on Chem's path. quote:Those two semi-equines must have had quite a night of it, Irene reflected. Xap spoke only in squawks, but Chem seemed to understand him perfectly now, and he understood her. Irene remained surprised that Chem should show such interest in a non-centaur, yet human beings were non-centaurs, too, and she associated with them all the time. Was a human person any more worthy than a hippogryph person? A smart centaur certainly ought to be able to judge. But Irene suspected that Chem's dam Cherie would not entirely approve. What would the Furies have said to Chem? They decide to avoid the north peak's Tree of Immortality. Grundy goes ahead, but is soon bitten by a small snake. Chem recognizes it as a dipsas. Grundy is now struck by an insatiable thirst. Irene goes and finds a beerbarrel tree for him, and he drinks down the beer - even more than his own mass in it, drying out the tree. Yet Grundy is still dying of thirst. The only cure available is the winespring of the maenads. quote:Irene dropped a seed and ordered it to grow. In a moment a water hyacinth sprouted, bursting with water. The golem grabbed its leaves and flowers and crammed them into his mouth. But plants couldn't hold him long. Already his swollen limbs looked shrunken, as if dehydrating. He had the worst of both conditions. (Pun Count: 171) They decide to have Xap carry Xavier and Grundy to the winespring, then meet back up with them. quote:"There go three fairly brave and foolish males," Chem murmured as Zora mounted behind Irene. (Pun Count: 174) They hear a hiss ahead, and find a gigantic serpent: the Python. quote:"I am the nemesis and the delight of females everywhere," the serpent hissed. "I made the first woman blush and feel shame for the desire I aroused in her. I will possess the last woman ever to bear a child. Bow down before me, you vulnerable creatures!" Chem grabs Zora, and they flee as the Python thrashes about, starting a rockslide. But it will soon be after them again. quote:Irene knew the monster snake would soon be after them. The Python had been balked, not defeated; it was impossible for mere females to win over him. She felt in her bag of seeds, seeking something that would delay the reptile. She had a tangle tree seed, but that would take too long to grow--Ah! Here was a hedgehog plant seed. She threw it to the ground. "Grow!" (Pun Count: 175) However, the Python comes too fast, easily getting past it. quote:Hmm. She fetched out two more seeds. The first was false hops; when she sprouted it, it fragmented into a dozen miniature kangaroos who started hopping madly about. They were not real, of course; kangaroos were mythical beasts not found in Xanth. When the Python snapped at one, he encountered only leaves and stem. But this was a distraction that slowed the aggressive reptile. (Pun Count: 176) The other seed is an alumroot. The Python devours it, but alum is an astringent, and its mouth shrinks massively, unable to open at all now beyond a pinpoint. Also, it is vomiting, since alum is an emetic. That gives them time to get Zorao nto Chem and head onwards. They wonder if that counted as Zora's curse. quote:"Well, now we know," Irene said. "I don't want to meet that gaze again!" There was just a smidgeon of doubt to that, though. She hated that doubt! "We'll have to find another path up the mountain. We can intercept our original route above the Python, who will be looking for us down here, so that the boys can find us." They head onwards. quote:They picked their way to the alternate path. Irene planted a creeping fig seed in the path they were leaving, to fool the Python, who she knew would be recovering soon from the effects of the alum. It had been a small alumroot, not enough really to hurt the huge snake; and anyway, alum was not generally fatal. The Python's hunger would be greater than ever, because of the loss of the contents of his stomach. The fig would creep on down toward the base of the mountain, making it seem that the party had continued that way. Of course, the fig's smell would be different, but it was still worth the try; maybe the reptile didn't track by smell. (Pun Count: 177) They discuss the Oracle and how she smells the vapors and then makes mad but true prophecies. They decide not to stop by. However, they hear screams. The maenads are pursuing their friends. And now the Python is coming back. quote:Plants sprouted rapidly, spreading across a fairly broad area. "What are they?" Chem asked, glancing forward and back. (Pun Count: 179) quote:Chem eyed the bristling hound-heads and snake-heads on the plants. "Aren't they as much of a threat to us as to the enemies?" They flee, converging with Xap. The Python and Maenads attack each other, and the snake plants and horehounds increase the carnage. Grundy, meanwhile, is cured from his drink of the winespring. quote:"Everything was quiet until he drank," Xavier said. "Then the damsels appeared--" They get past the carnage, but now the slop is getting too steep. They find a high palace. quote:In a small court before it, a woman sat at a table, an open chest of books at her side. She wore a floor-length white robe and was of well-kept middle age--the kind of figure of a woman Irene hoped to be when time shoved her into that age bracket. Irene asks for directions, and introduces the party. The woman recognizes her as queen. She is Clio, Muse of History. quote:"The Muse of History!" Chem exclaimed excitedly, stepping close. "The one who writes the magic texts?" Chem asks about the other muses, who also live on Parnassus. They are currently resting. Chem asks for directions, but learns there is no easy way. Still, they must go. Clio fetches Thalia, Muse of Comedy and Planting. She tells Irene that Ivy is in the cave of the Cyclops. Xanthippe lost her some time ago, though she never knew it. Irene wants to head back, but decides they've come too far to stop now. The Simurgh might be able to help them. Thalia offers help, since she likes Ivy's name and Irene's talent. quote:It had been coincidence, since Irene had not known about this Muse. She had needed a name beginning with I that related to plants, since the baby had been a girl. Had it been a boy, they would have settled on a name beginning with D, after his father, relating to the inanimate. But it did not seem politic to make an issue of that now, and perhaps it was less coincidental than it seemed. There were few true coincidences in Xanth. Xap and Chem will have to wait, but at least Chem can talk to the Muses. They decide to let Zora wait, too. Grundy will come, as will Xavier. quote:She remembered how she had climbed a plant over a dozen years ago, in Mundania, to help Dor use his talent in a castle. That had taken place in the days when she had been young and impetuous and foolish and fun-loving. The halcyon days, when everyone had been desperate to know what color her panties were. Now, of course, no one cared. Her youth had flown. Grundy has no trouble climbing, and neither does Xavier, but Irene tires. Still, she can continue, despite her vertigo. Then they reach the Tree of Seeds. The Simurgh perches on it, the size of a roc. The Simurgh is telepathic. quote:Neither Grundy nor Xavier was able to formulate anything. Irene was the one with the mission, and as the only woman present, she was the natural leader. She gulped and started to speak. "First, we need a fea--" The Simurgh gives them a feather, and asks Irene why she agreed to this and what she needs. Irene explains. The Simurgh tells her that no mortal dares possess those three seeds. Grundy asks why. quote:AN INTRIGUING QUESTION, the Simurgh responded. Evidently the appellation "birdbrain" didn't bother her, as her birdbrain was perhaps the most powerful brain in Xanth. POSSIBLY THE WITCH DOES DESERVE THOSE SEEDS. She shakes her tree, allowing Irene to get the Seeds of Doubt, Dissension and War. quote:"Doubt," Xavier said uncertainly, handing her his seed. Its outline was vague; it was hard to tell for sure exactly what it was. Irene puts them away. The Simurgh shakes the tree again, and offers Irene as many seeds as she can catch. quote:In a moment, the hail of particles was over. Dazed, Irene looked around. No seeds remained anywhere on the top of the mountain; all had rolled or slid over the edge, and somehow she knew they were forever beyond recovery. But her skirt was full. Seeds of every description rested within it. Many were tiny motes; some were like snowflakes; others were like grains of sand; others like puffs of cotton; and others like little pods. They were all colors and sizes and shapes and textures and densities. She recognized some, like chinaberry (miniature tea cups), airplant (with tiny wings and propellers), sundrop (shining brightly), gum (blowing bubbles), peacock plant (with pretty spread tails), and blue fern (unhappy expressions); but many others were unfamiliar. What was this one that looked like a pair of crossed bones, or the ones like hairpins? She would have to get them home and look them up in the Castle Roogna classification manuals before she dared grow them. What a fabulous treasure! (Pun Count: 185) quote:"You should look at you!" Grundy exclaimed. "Seeds in your green hair, seeds in your slippers, seeds in your boo--" He caught her fierce glare and modified his term. "Bosom," he concluded. And she can't climb this way. quote:She sighed. The seeds came first. She took several not-too-deep breaths, then faced Xavier. "Xav, would you please undo my skirt? It's a wraparound; it unsnaps at the waist." Xavier undoes the skirt, though he's fairly bad at it. quote:"Oh, sure, ma'am." The young man fumbled at her waist. He was not at all good at this; men generally weren't. "You sure got a tight--" Of course, she now has to carry the bag in one hand, and still can't climb. Xavier offers to carry it - but even he can't handle it alone. Grundy realizes they can climb, pass it over, and continue as a chain. quote:"Yeah, sure, that'll work!" Xavier agreed, removing his gaze from Irene's torso. He clambered over the brink and grasped the vines, readily lowering himself. When his head was just below the brink, he hooked his left hand firmly in the ivy and reached up with his right. "Hand it down!" he called. The Simurgh reminds her as she goes to remember the nature of the seeds she carries. Pun Count: 185 by the end of Chapter 9.
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Am I the only person of age who rolls his eyes every time 28-year-old Irene thinks of herself as a hideous, dried-up hag?
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Selachian posted:Am I the only person of age who rolls his eyes every time 28-year-old Irene thinks of herself as a hideous, dried-up hag? I imagine Anthony would trot out some variation on that tired 'It's the Middle Ages, so...' excuse if he were called on it.
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# ? Aug 21, 2013 04:23 |
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Selachian posted:Am I the only person of age who rolls his eyes every time 28-year-old Irene thinks of herself as a hideous, dried-up hag? You'd probably think a character was unattractive if they were literally twice the age of people you are attracted to.
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# ? Aug 21, 2013 07:09 |
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Chapter 10 returns us to Ivy. She, Hugo and Stanley are trying to see if they can sneak past the monster at the cave entrance. However, he's too big. As they are talking, the creature awakens, getting to his feet. They try to run, but the only way is towards the giant. It roars at them, asking them why they're hear. Ivy tells Hugo and Stanley to fight the monster. Hugo summons a huge, overripe tomato and throws it. Stanley steams the giant's toe. The giant fails to notice his toe being kicked for a few seconds, then roars in pain.quote:He roared again. Stalactites picked up the impulse, vibrating like tuning forks, and a pile of old fish scales jumped, registering two notches on the earthquake scale. The wind from the roar blew the little dragon head over tail, interfering with his aim; his remaining breath of steam shot up in a vertical geyser and petered out. (Pun Count: 186) Hugo then hurls an overripe watermelon, but even so, it doesn't do much cool the giant's toe. Ivy tells Hugo to think of something, and he summons cherry bombs, but they're too small. He tries a pineapple, which sets the giant's animal pelt on fire, causing even more pain. The giant then looks down at Stanley, who steams him in the eye. However, now Ivy feels bad for the giant, since she got dust in her eye once and it really stung. She didn't really want to hurt him. quote:Hugo exchanged a look of bafflement tinged with disgust with the dragon. They found this feminine sensitivity as bewildering as her Sorceress talent. "You want to help the monster?" Ivy apologizes and asks if the giant is okay. quote:The giant seemed as surprised as Hugo and Stanley had been. "Me? You talk to me?" The giant didn't know - he thought they were thieving monkeys. Hugo doesn't trust the giant, of course, and the giant feels likewise. quote:"I'm sure Hugo is sorry." Ivy suggests that they all be friends, but the Cyclops says that real people aren't friends with him. However, when Ivy asks why, he doesn't know - it's just tradition. Since they're too young to know about tradition, they can be friends. He offers them some griffon, but Ivy doesn't want any. Stanley is happy to eat it, though. Hugo summons the Cyclops some bananas. quote:"Oh, sure. Anything." Hugo, happy to show off his present power, conjured a hand of plantains. This was, of course, a giant hand, and each finger looked like a monstrous banana, but was too tough for a normal person to eat raw. (Pun Count: 187) Hugo also summons blue and yellow berries for himself and Ivy. (Pun Count: 189) They tell their stories to the Cyclops, and he tells them his. quote:His name was Brontes, and he had once been one of the powers of the air, along with his brothers Steropes and Arges. They were some of the children of the Sky and the Earth, and they forged thunderbolts for their father. But the Sky grew jealous of them, and deprived them of their powers, and banished them. Their mother Earth gave them sanctuary in her realm but could not do more, for she was not as strong as their father; besides, she liked the Sky. "He gets tempestuous at times," she had conceded, "but he's got such a nice blue eye. Besides, I need the rain he sends." Ivy offers to help find his brothers. quote:"There's something about her," Hugo said. "I never was very good with my fruits until she came along, and I don't think Stanley was as hot with his steam." Ivy enhances the Cyclops' vision, and now he can see right through trees. quote:Brontes swung his gaze around. "I can see through the cave wall!" he said, amazed. "Through the mountain itself! I've got Y-ray vision!" (Pun Count: 188) quote:Hugo's brow furrowed. He had picked up smatterings of information relating to magic, since that was his father's business. "I think you mean Z-ray vision," he said. (Pun Count: 189) quote:"It's Hoo-ray vision!" the Cyclops said. "Now I can see all Xanth!" He continued to swing his gaze around, taking it all in. "And there--there's my brother Steropes! Oh, he looks so much older! He's in a cave on the other side of this very mountain! I never realized! And Arges--in the next mountain over! I guess we hunted in different directions! So near and yet so far!" (Pun Count: 190) They decide to head out after that, and let Brontes meet his brothers. He gives them a little bone that, if they chew on it, will summon him to help them. Ivy knots it into her hair. As they head on, they bump into a girl. quote:It did seem to be a girl. But though the size of the figure was between those of Hugo and Ivy, she was no child. She was a petite, dark, lovely little woman. As she spied them, her hand moved to her hip and drew forth a brightly gleaming knife. "Stay away from me, monster!" she cried. Ivy explains that Stanley isn't dangerous, but it doesn't seem to work. quote:Ivy knew that most women were clumsy with weapons, but this one evidently knew how to use hers. Maybe it was because she was so stunningly pretty, despite her somewhat bedraggled condition. Ivy's mother had impressed upon her that pretty girls needed to be able to defend themselves. The girl is a goblin. This confuses Ivy, since goblins are ugly. quote:"Not the girls," Hugo said. "My father says the goblin girls are pretty, and he knows just about everything, so it must be true." Finally she accepts it. Hugo offers her food. quote:"I really haven't eaten since yesterday!" the woman exclaimed, as if this were highly significant news. There was a certain flair in the way she spoke; it was part of her beauty. (Pun Count: 191) quote:Glory smiled briefly as she chewed on a raspberry whose juice was no darker than her lips. "Poignant. It means piquant." (Pun Count: 192) quote:The woman frowned, still looking quite pretty. "I meant to say sad," she clarified. "Pointed and sad." Pun Count: 192 by the end of Chapter 10.
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Mors Rattus posted:Hugo inquired, Ivy cried, the giant demanded, the giant pointed out, Ivy confessed, Hugo exclaimed, Hugo agreed, she cried, the woman asserted, she agreed, the woman exclaimed, Ivy invited, Ivy asked, she clarified, Xavier remarked, Chem murmured, the serpent hissed, Zora asked, she cried... I lost the will to continue. Elmore Leonard is spinning in his grave. Elmore Leonard posted:Never use a verb other than "said" to carry dialogue.
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Chapter 11: back to Irene.quote:Irene was beset by doubt. First she worried that they would drop the bag of seeds in the course of the frequent passings back and forth; when that didn't happen, she was concerned that she would misplace her grip and fall herself. In between, she was nervous about the impression she was making on those below, climbing down the vine in her blouse and green panties. At age fifteen, she would have loved the excuse; now it bothered her considerably. She wasn't certain whether it would be worse to have people admiring her exposed legs and whatever--or to have people condemning them. She had tried to keep trim and firm, but... They manage to make it down in one piece. quote:As soon as she and the seeds were safely down, Irene grew a dress plant and a new pair of lady-slippers, then clothed herself properly. But her worries were only replaced by others. Where was Ivy now? Had the Cyclops eaten her? No, of course not; the little ivy plant--what a contrast between the one she wore and the one she had climbed!--remained healthy. But it would still take at least a day to get back, unless she grew another flying plant and flew back. Chem wouldn't be able to come along, then, or Zora Zombie, and she needed these friends. Also, none of her flying plants could handle the additional burden of the big bag of seeds. Better to ride back as they had ridden in, though the loss of time chafed. Irene continues to worry about literally everything. Grundy asks if there's anything wrong. quote:"Shut up, you little rag blob!" she snapped. Irene immediately feels better, but Grundy is now worrying, and Xavier is irritable and rude. quote:"Don't let the seed of Dissension govern you!" Irene warned, having felt its effect herself so recently. They start heading back, but the Python is waiting for them, bruised and hurt but alive and hungry. Irene gets out a dragon seed and plants it. quote:The seed sprouted vigorously--but something happened to Irene's head. She put her hand to her hair--and discovered plants growing there. She had missed three seeds hidden in her hair, and her command had started them off! Normally only the seed she directed her attention to grew, which was why the big bag of seeds wasn't sprouting; but there was some peripheral effect, and seeds actually in contact with her body could also be set off, though at a slower rate. She was starting a garden in her hair! (Pun Count: 193) quote:"I've heard of cushy locations," the tongue said, slurping around some more. "But this is entirely too much of a good thing! I can't get my roots properly grounded in all this cheesecake." (Pun Count: 195) quote:Now Grundy looked at her. "Hey, you've fixed up your hair!" (Pun Count: 198) quote:The Python hissed and slid forward, tired of waiting for this party to get moving. The half-grown dragon tree snapped at it. Her hair would have to wait a little longer! (Pun Count: 199) The Python keeps charging, so Irene tosses a snowball plant into its mouth. (Pun Count: 200) It swallows the thing and starts freezing. They head on past while it's stuck in place. Howerver, now the maenads are coming, wounded but vicious. quote:Irene fished for a suitable seed. She had an African violent that she wouldn't have used on any man, but these wild women were another matter. She grabbed it and threw it forward. "Grow!" (Pun Count: 201) quote:The seed sprouted in air, sending out green-backed foliage and silvery stalks. Gold disks fruited, gleaming in the sunlight. Brightly shining stones appeared, decorating the vines. (Pun Count: 202) quote:"What kind of plant is that?" Grundy asked. (Pun Count: 203) quote:"These creatures of Parnassus sure like money," the golem remarked. "Look at them play with it." Zora remains completely immune to the three seeds, and seems to be getting cleaner and healthier. quote:It hadn't actually been peacefulness that the Furies had remarked on, Irene remembered, but Zora's loyalty to her parents. Chem was only going by what Irene and the others had talked about, since she herself hadn't been there at the time; it was a minor misunderstanding. "And the heel who caused her to suicide must have been an unutterable slob," Irene concluded with some feeling. Unfortunately, the Zombie Master has forgotten how to make the zombie revival formula, and Humfrey, the only other person who knew, is now an infant. quote:They reached the base of the mountain and crossed the rolling creekbed. This time Irene took the precaution of growing an action plant, which sent its roots throughout the bed and caused all the loose stones to vibrate and roll. Any snakes or other dangerous or annoying creatures would depart in haste! Crossing was now no problem; all they had to do was set their feet where nothing was active, because the action plant guaranteed that anything that could move was already doing so. (Pun Count: 204) They make it back to the place where the Furies attacked...and now the Furies are back. They decide to just charge on by, while Irene prepares a special plant. quote:"Argh!" Meg screamed. "I know that one! 'Tis an honesty plant!" (Pun Count: 205) The Furies must now scourge and curse themselves. quote:"Honesty does awkward things to people," Irene remarked smugly. "Yet I'm sorry if they never knew a mother." It was, she found, difficult to condemn anyone once that person's situation was understood. The Furies, too, were creatures of tragedy. (Pun Count: 207) quote:How she wished she were back with her husband Dor, who was surely quite worried about her! But he could, if he thought of it, get hold of a magic mirror that would show him she was all right. They head onwards in the morning, and decide to stop for a drink. Irene goes to take a poo poo. quote:The hippogryph put down his beak and scooped in a mouthful of the clear water, raising his head to let it trickle down his throat, bird-fashion. He glanced across at Chem, making a flick of the wing to invite her to join him, but she was waiting for Irene, helping to shield her from the view of the males. It is indeed a love spring, and now Zora is in love with Xavier. quote:"The misfortune!" Xavier exclaimed in horror. "The curse that was meant for me! She got it instead!" And she can't solve it by leaving Xanth because she'll just die there, being a zombie. They wonder why Xap wasn't affected, though - and the reason is simple: the first female he saw was Chem, and he was already in love. quote:Irene understood the centaur's problem. Xap was one fine animal--but he was an animal. Chem was half human. She might dally with an animal, and even seek offspring by him--centaurs were notoriously open about such things, in contrast to straight human conventions. But love? Marriage? That was a more substantial matter. Males could fall in love readily, because their lives were not so much affected by it. They did not have to bear the offspring. Females were more careful, because their necessary commitment was greater. Chem would have to handle this in her own fashion and was surely competent to do so, as most women were. And there's still one curse remaining for her. quote:"Make sure Zora understands what happened and why," Chem told Grundy. (Pun Count: 208) Irene, hopwever, spots a tall and voluptuous woman: the Gorgon. quote:Slowly the figure turned. Chem suddenly balked, and Irene had to hold on to keep her seat. Zora, less able to react, started to fall. Irene grabbed her, looking down. The zombie stiffened, her flesh congealing. "Close your eyes!" Chem cried. "She's not veiled!" Irene's eyes snapped closed before she raised her head. "Gorgon!" she cried. "It's I, Irene! Put on your veil!" The Gorgon wandered into a forget-whorl and forgot her mission and power. Irene reminds her, and she manages to remember Hugo. She was only just barely glanced, not hit full-on. Zora got hit by her gaze, though - the second curse. quote:"Yet there is a philosophical alignment," Chem continued. "Xavier's curse and Irene's curse--love and death--visited on the same person. The only cure for the one is the other. Zora isn't suffering now." It appears that zombies are immune to the Gorgon's gaze, much as Zora was immune to the Python's. She was only partially petrified. quote:"There--there is a rationale?" Irene whispered numbly. "If you were stone, or mostly stone, and the man you loved embraced you and kissed you and begged you to return--would you respond?" Xavier has decided that while he's not very smart, he does love Zora. And currently she doesn't look much like a zombie, thanks to a mix of love and the Gorgon's power. She is also apparently pretty. quote:"But you--" Irene protested weakly. "You don't love--" Xavier and Zora will take the seeds to Xanthippe, and he already has the feather, so they head off and allow Chem, Irene, Grundy and the Gorgon to continue hunting. But first they have to stop by the love spring. In the meantime, Irene finds the entire thing very heartwarming. Pun Count: 208 by the end of Chapter 11.
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Chapter 12: Ivy again.quote:"I am the youngest and prettiest and sweetest daughter of Gorbage Goblin, chief of the Gap side Goblins," Glory repeated as she delicately chewed on the blackberries, grayberries, brownberries, guavas, and sugarplums Hugo conjured for her appetite. "I am in love with a wonderful creature." (Pun Count: 212) quote:"Love--that's poin-ant or peek-ant?" Ivy asked. Ivy can apparently remember that her father works in Castle Roogna most of the time, but not that she lives there. quote:Glory shrugged, not really interested. "Well, once goblins and harpies existed in peace. They even shared caves. The goblins used the floors and the harpies used the ceiling perches. But in time, it got crowded, and the goblins complained about the droppings. You see, goblins sleep with their mouths open so they can snore properly, and--" She shrugged again. She did it very well. "The harpies got angry and put a curse on our males, making them ugly--well, really it was on the females, making them prefer ugly goblins. I understand it is much easier to apply a curse of perception than one of actual physical change--that's why illusion is so popular. Anyway, the girls stayed pretty, but the goblin men, owing to sexual selection--ugh! So the goblins got even for that by luring away all the harpy males--who, it seems, were partial to fully fleshed legs, unlike the chicken legs of the harpy females--until there were no males left and the harpies were all female." But now that the forget-spell is breaking up, it's much easier to cross the Gap. Ivy mentions how she thinks everyone is nice. quote:"I guess everyone's nice, if you know the person," Ivy said. "I like just about everything I meet, except maybe some clouds." Yadda yadda, summary of Ogre, Ogre. quote:"My mother grows neat grapevines," Ivy said. "Some of them reach right to the top of the castle, and we talk to the grapes at each end, and the sound travels back and forth just perfectly." (Pun Count: 213) quote:"Hardy Harpy," she said. "I was sitting one evening, dangling my feet over the brink of the Gap Chasm and thinking my silly thoughts, when I saw this bird flying down below me. Only it wasn't a bird, it was a harpy, and I was afraid because those harpy hens have the foulest mouths you ever heard. I put my hand on my knife in case it should attack me and I got ready to scream. I hiked up my skirt so I could run, but there was something different about this one. I couldn't smell the normally foul odor, so I lingered longer than I should have and suddenly realized that this harpy was young and clean and male. I had never seen a male harpy before. They remain rare and they don't go out much to mix with other creatures. I was so amazed I just waited there, marveling, my skirt held high." However, Glory is having trouble. Xanth is a big place. quote:"So I have discovered," Glory agreed. "My legs were made for looking at, not for all this walking! Hardy doesn't even know I'm coming; I just hurried across, not knowing how long the dragon would be gone." (Pun Count: 214) They listen for it, but can't hear it. Ivy is sure that Stanley can hear it, however. He's distracted by something in the air, but he soon hears the thing. They head eastward, and eventually they can hear the organ, too. quote:"It does sound big," Ivy said, and pressed eagerly on. They rounded a large old tree and almost stumbled over a boy eating a bowl of polka-dot custard pudding. Startled, the boy jumped up, spilling his custard. The dots skidded around and rolled away, glad to escape the fate intended for them. (Pun Count: 215) quote:The boy was absolutely furious. His hair changed from yellow to raging red. "You--" he expostulated, and changed into a huge, hairy spider covered in red fuzz that was darkening to black. "Made," the spider chittered, and became a scraggly faun with black horns and hooves turning green. "Me," the faun cried, and converted to a man with the green head of a snake. "Sspilll," the snake-head hissed, turning brown, and became a small, tan griffin. "My," the griffin squawked, and reddened into a raging ball of fire. "Lunch!" the fire roared, and yellow flames flared high. Oh, this thing was angry! (Pun Count: 216) The lutin turns into an eyeball that sprouts mist, trying to blind them. Hugo conjures a pineapple, but that'll just spread the mist. Suddenly, Hugo has an idea. He summons a gourd, trapping the lutin within. They flee while the lutin is trapped, wondering how the lutin could change shape and blind people. quote:"He might have had some kind of herb, or maybe some juice from a blindworm, to make us blind." (Pun Count: 217) They continue to follow the organ. quote:At last they came in sight of the mouth organ. This was a structure the size of a tree, made up of mouths. Tremendous, roomy, toothy, ugly, ogrish mouths blasted out the huge low notes, while smaller, animalish mouths issued the middle-sized central notes, and tiny, pursed, ladylike mouths shrilled forth the small highest notes. Gloryi ntroduces Ivy, Hugo and Stanley to Hardy. quote:"I just had to come," Glory said. "It was my only chance for happiness." However, that's when the goblins arrive, catching them all in a net. Stanley can't steam their way out because his head is stuck facing inwards. quote:Now Ivy recognized the creatures. They were male goblins. Each was so dusky as to be almost black, with a huge head, big flat feet, a bumpy round body, and a horrendous scowl. What were they doing here, south of the Gap? (Pun Count: 218) Ivy realizes that Stanley had been sniffing for the goblins, who were following them. Gorbage declares that Hardy must be put on trial. The goblins untangle them from the net, tying them all so they can't flee, even Stanley. Except Glory, who they leave free because she's a goblin girl and therefore helpless. quote:"Now we gotta do this right," Gorbage said. "We gotta have a jury-rigged verdict before we croak him. Who wants to be the jury?" (Pun Count: 219) Glory ties to stop them, but Gorbage tells her to shut up, and she does. Ivy asks Hugo for help. Hugo says that his father, Humfrey, knows how trials go. They need a prosecutor and a defender and witnesses, or it doesn't count. quote:"Who says it doesn't count?" Gorbage demanded belligerently. (Pun Count: 223) quote:"Too bad," Hugo said. "Then you can't have a proper trial, and everyone will know you for what you are: a gutless murderer who kills innocent people dead." Glory tries to refuse, but Hugo accepts for her. Ivy tells her that she should go along with it because Hugo's smart. quote:Reluctantly, Glory went to stand before Hardy's post. Ivy saw her hand move toward her knife, but she didn't draw it. Any attempt to cut Hardy's tether would bring the goblins down on them in a savage horde. "I intend to--to prove to this dumb jury that the defendant is the handsomest, finest, nicest male creature alive, better than any ugly old knobby-kneed goblin--" Stanley, meanwhile, is chewing through his net while the jury is busy watching Glory. quote:Ivy walked up. Only her hands were tied. Gorbage glared at her. "You sniveling little snit, do you swear to blab the truth, most of the truth, and nothing much except the truth, or else?" Ivy says that all she saw was Hardy kissing Glory. quote:There was a stir of ire in the jury. "Pollution!" a jury-goblin muttered. (Pun Count: 224) The goblins accept this as adequate. Hardy admits to kissing and wanting to marry Glory. quote:Gorbage turned mottled purple. "The audacity of this cretin! Execution is way too good for him!" Now it's Hugo's turn. Stanley is still chewing. quote:Ivy just knew Hugo would do a brilliant job in an impossible situation; already he looked handsome and confident, despite being bound. She saw several of the jury-goblins do double takes, as if seeing him for the first time; they had not realized how competent he would turn out to be. "Is there any law against harpy-goblin marriages?" he asked rhetorically. Famous lawyers were good at rhetoric. Ivy knew, though she wasn't quite certain what the term meant. Gorbage insists that Hardy can still be executed, and Stanley's not quite free yet. Hugo calls Hardy as a witness. He says that Glory is the one who brought up marriage first, and he accepted. quote:"Certainly. I was flattered. A pretty thing like her, with such lovely legs--" Hugo dismisses him and calls Ivy next. Ivy says that Glory was the one seeking Hardy. Gorbage won't accept this, but Glory confesses to corrupting Hardy. However, Gorbage and Hardy both won't allow Glory to be executed. However, Gorbage finds an out: he turns to the jury, and since it's all goblins, they find Hardy guilty anyway. quote:"Don't worry--we'll execute you, too, twerp, after we're done basting the bird." Gorbage turned to Hardy. "Deaf-endant, you have been found guilty of corrupting and polluting this innocent goblin girl. I hereby sentence you to be--" He paused, considering the most awful way to do it. "To be burned at the stake and roasted for dinner!" He turned to the jury-goblins. "Go fetch wood for the fire. We'll have a feast!" (Pun Count: 225) Glory begs Gorbage not to, but he refuses to relent. He orders her to light the fire, or else he'll torture Hardy. Stanley is still not yet free. Glory moves to cut Hardy free, but Gorbage knocks her knife away. quote:Glory approached the pile--and drew her knife. Gorbage, anticipating this, dashed it out of her hand before she could try to cut the rope that tethered Hardy. "You wouldn't be a goblin if you didn't try a trick like that," Gorbage said approvingly. "You'll make some chief real miserable someday. Now strike that match." Glory lights the fire, but then throws herself onto it. Gorbage tries to get her free, but she's grabbed onto the post. Ivy has no idea what to do, and ends up falling into the brush. quote:"You can do it!" Ivy cried, suddenly certain that love could conquer all. "You can save him somehow!" Ivy feels herself being hauled backwards, off the fire, and Hugo's bonds untie themselves. Stanley busts loose, and Ivy hears Glory telling her to run. They all run, chased by a pair of goblins who get hit by a fallen branch, then menaced by a flying burning one. Hugo realizes that, somehow, Glory and Hardy are now invisible. quote:"They're invisible," Hugo said, using his enhanced intellect to figure it out. "See, Stanley can hear them and smell them; he's not worried." Indeed he wasn't; the little dragon was grinning with all his sharp little teeth as he watched the burning branch set fire to the pants of one goblin. Since goblins did not wear pants, it was quite an effect. Hugo realizes that since they're both half-human-ish, they must have a shared talent: invisibility. Gorbage, however, also realizes they're invisible. He suspects invisible wood and invisible smoke. They end up fleeing the goblins safely, though Glory and Hardy have gone off somewhere else to escape. Pun Count: 225 by the end of Chapter 12.
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# ? Aug 21, 2013 18:51 |
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Chapter 13. Back to Irene. The Gorgon's memory is now returning. Irene suggests they team up, and the Gorgon agrees. The last news they had was that IVy was in the Cyclops' cave, so that's where they'll start. Grundy is easily able to learn where that is. Grundy also learns of a mouth organ in the area.quote:"That's a natural musical instrument," Chem explained. "Part plant, part animal, part mineral. It has many mouths that sound separate notes. It's a rare thing, but it does occur in scattered locations and can attain considerable size. It is said to be very impressive. When it spawns, the little mouth organs can be plucked and played by hand, as they aren't big enough to generate their own wind. But handling stunts their growth, so few make it to maturity." (Pun Count: 226) quote:"It's hard to be a success if you're a plaything," Grundy agreed. Grundy can understand the organ due to its living parts. It's saying there are goblins in the area - a war party that captured a male harpy. All the organ is doing is alerting the harpies that the male has not been seen since the night before, so that they can form a battle wing to wipe out the goblins. War is coming. The loss of the Gap Dragon allows the goblins to easily cross the Gap, ending the goblin-harpy peace. The party hurries onwards, but harpies appear in the sky, thinking them goblins. Irene tries to reason with them, saying they're no goblins. quote:The leader-harpy hovered before them, peering. She had a hideous and filthy face, dangling, lumpy breasts, soiled tail feathers, and a nauseating odor. She was about as repulsive as a creature could get, not so much for her shape as for her lack of hygiene and her bad nature. "Why, so you're not!" the harpy screeched. "You made us waste all this effort for nothing! We'd better tear you apart anyway!" Chem explains that they'll fight but don't want to. The harpy leader wants her to prove that they can fight and that the Gorgon really is the Gorgon. One of the harpies attacks, and the Gorgon petrifies her. quote:"And who the smut are you, runt?" the leader screeched. The harpies want to use their powers to track down the goblins. The harpies will kill the Gorgon and eat her if they don't help. They agree to cooperate. quote:"Go suck eggs!" Hannah screeched back. She had been hovering, waiting for the others to secure the victim properly, exposing the Gorgon's midriff for the gizzard operation. "I want blood!" She launched herself at the Gorgon, talons extended, mouth gaping with lust for gore. (Pun Count: 228) They have Grundy hunt for the goblins. Irene gets them to free her hands, but they warn that if she tries anything, they'll kill the Gorgon and stuff the entrails into her mouth. Irene grows the snacks for the harpies, and Grundy gets to work, though Irene warns him to look for a chance to free the Gorgon. quote:"You scheming females are all alike," Grundy said. Grundy leads them on towards the mouth organ, though the plants have seen no gorgons. The harpies do not realize. Chem projects a map for them. Grundy manages to find the goblin trail, but there's no harpy with them. Haggy is certain he's dead. quote:She swooped low. "Straight ahead, on an island in a water table," she reported in a whispering shriek. "We can surround it. They think they're safe there, but they can't fly." (Pun Count: 229) quote:Irene realized that this was a typical mistake; creatures who could not fly had little awareness of the threat from the air until it was upon them. Oh, and the harpies now plan to kill the party, since they're no longer needed. Irene calls for Grundy to free the Gorgon, but he can't. Instead, Chem tries to rip it off with her teeth. However, she's not in time - the harpy lays an egg at them from the air, which explodes as Chem shoves the Gorgon out of the way. Grundy starts trying to remove the bag from the Gorgon's head, but it's not working. Instead, Irene gets him to pick a random handful of seed for her. quote:A coral plant began to form coral on the golem's hand, and he hastily dropped the seeds. A sugar palm sent out a hand formed of sugar. Ironwood speared up, points already coated with rust because of their proximity to the water table. A saucer plant presented its dishes. A hunter's horn plant blew a loud note. Mistletoe nudged the earth with its toenail and fired off its seedpod. And a split rock plant dug its roots into the nearest rock and split it into two sharp-edged fragments. (Pun Count: 236) Grundy uses one of the rock fragments to cut the bonds on the Gorgon's hands. Chem uses a map to confuse the harpy into aiming in the wrong place. The Gorgon then takes the stone to cut open the bag on her head. She can't get it open enough to stone the harpy, but she can see enough to hurl the rock, detonating the harpy's egg before it falls, killing her. The harpies attack the goblins, but a few go after the party. The Gorgon frees Chem, who shoots down a harpy, then frees Irene. They decide to take cover on the water table. quote:Chem agreed. They moved onto the water table, which was a raised, level plain formed of jellied water with a solid crust. It was a blue-green level surface, and it sank beneath their weight slightly, forming a slow ripple. Irene grows some new plants. quote:The seeds sprouted in air and landed on the water table, where their roots delved down to find plenty of water for rapid growth. Leatherleaf ferns spread their leather across the plain. A gold-dust tree sent out a cloud of glittering gold dust. A foxglove swished its bushy tail and made hand signals with its glove. An amethyst plant grew purple crystals that sparkled in the sunshine. A balloon vine sent a cloud of colored balloons into the sky. A helmet flower produced several fine helmets in assorted sizes that Irene and the others harvested for immediate use in case an egg exploded nearby. A living fossil plant rattled its bones. And a water-ivy had a field day, spreading so quickly and thickly that it soon covered a sizable portion of the table. The vines and leaves became so big and piled on one another so thickly that they provided good cover for the party. The tabletop had become a thick jungle. (Pun Count: 244) The goblins take cover in the jungle with them, and they attack the party as well. Grundy warns them not to aim for the heads, which are rock hard, but for the hands and feet, which are soft. The battle continues on, but they need to flee. The Gorgon thinks she must now reveal her face, but suddenly the male harpy arrives. Chem thinks she'll try to arrange a truce, since she recognized Gorbage. quote:Chem concentrated. Her map appeared--this time it was not a scene, but a huge display of letters: TRUCE. Simultaneously, the centaur called: "Gorbage! Gorbage Goblin!" However, Hardy overrides Haggy and declares that they're going to talk truce. Gorbage doesn't care, but Goldy says that he'll have to kill her, too. Haggy wants to kill her. quote:"You certainly will not!" the male harpy cried. "I'm going to marry her!" Irene grows wallflowers to provide protection and the party prepares for battle. Grundy is sent to inform the warring parties that the two lovers will come into the walls to talk peace along with Gorbage and Haggy. However, Grundy is rude to them for no reason and they don't listen. The two lovers show up, invisible, and explain their power. Chem blames recessive genes, and recognizes Glory as Goldy's prettier sister. quote:"My big sister Goldy," the girl said. "I'm Glory, the loveliest and nicest of my generation. And this is Hardy, the handsomest and best-mannered of his." Glory also tells them that Hugo was with her, though the Gorgon doesn't believe that he can summon anything but rotten fruit. quote:Glory gazed at her, perplexed. "You must have excruciatingly exacting standards! His fruit certainly seemed good enough to me! And he's so intelligent--" Irene, meanwhile, is baffled by the Gap Dragon as nice. Glory is baffled by the idea that Stanley is the Gap Dragon. quote:"You're being humorous, right?" They explain the whole trial thing. quote:"I just don't understand," the Gorgon said. "Naturally I want the best for my son, but I simply have to say that he was never brilliant or handsome or well talented. I wish it were otherwise, but--" Chem also reasons that Ivy made the Gap Dragon nice. quote:"Not if her talent is selective," Chem pointed out. "If it should, for example, enhance only what she perceives, or chooses to perceive, or wishes--" They explain the rest of the ordeal, and Irene reasons that if half souls can exist, a half talent can, too. Irene worries that perhaps all goblins and harpies share invisibility, so it wasn't really a sign of compatibility that Glory and Hardy shared that. quote:"So we fled my father's band," Glory concluded. "And Ivy and Hugo and Stanley escaped, too, for the goblins were following our footprints. Hardy carried me part of the way, though I weigh as much as he does, and he couldn't lift me far. But when darkness came, we camped in a tree my father's band couldn't reach and got a good night's rest." She paused to blush delicately. "Part of the night, anyway." Chem tells them to get the two anyway. quote:Goblin and harpy shrugged. Anything was worth trying. Then Glory climbed the south wall, flashing some remarkably well-formed limbs, while Hardy flew into the sky. There had been little commotion from either side during this dialogue, perhaps because neither could be sure where the present advantage lay. At first they don't believe her, but then Haggy remembers that Xap is in the area, and Chem confirms it. quote:"Then she's worse than any of us!" Haggy screeched indignantly. Chem then demonstrates the shared talent of Hardy and Glory. quote:Haggy stared as the couple joined hands again and vanished. "What I wouldn't give for power like that!" she screeched faintly. Chem moves on to her next point. quote:"And what of their offspring?" Chem continued. "Maybe they will combine the best of both species. They could be winged goblins, able to fly like harpies without sacrificing their legs. Maybe they will have magic talents by themselves, as human folk do. Maybe they will make your line strong again, able to do things no other creatures can do. Your descendants may once again dominate the Land of Xanth. They may once again achieve greatness. Will you deny your daughter and your species that chance?" However, the goblins and harpies aren't satisfied. quote:"I mean there has to be a bash," Gorbage said. (Pun Count: 245) They gather and ask Irene to grow some party plants and music. quote:Irene fished for a seed and planted it. "Grow!" she told it. The thing sprouted into a cactus with ridges up the sides and needles in every ridge. It branched into a number of shoots, some large, some small. When the plant reached sufficient size, it began to tootle. (Pun Count: 246) quote:"We'll need dancing slippers," Glory said. "And hairbrushes, to pretty up." (Pun Count: 249) quote:"And refreshments!" Haggy screeched. Irene grew a pickleweed. (Pun Count: 250) quote:"And perfume," the Gorgon murmured. (Pun Count: 251) quote:"And everyone should sign the register," Hardy said. "But we don't have a--" (Pun Count: 252) quote:"And some party stuff," Grundy said, getting into the spirit of it. (Pun Count: 260) They start the party. quote:Hardy and Glory went to the center of the enclosure, where the surface of the water table remained clear except for a layer of carpet grass. The organ-pipe cactus blasted out louder music, and they began to dance. Hardy hovered in midair, his wings shining, while Glory whirled before him, again showing her pretty legs. Irene felt more than a tinge of jealousy; once she had had legs like that! (Pun Count: 261) quote:Then the two couples separated, each person going out to fetch in another. Gorbage went to the wall to insult another harpy into joining them; Glory brought in another goblin; Hardy got a new harpy hen; and Haggy flapped over to challenge a new goblin. The four on the dance floor became eight. It was a multiplication dance. (Pun Count: 262) quote:A harpy came for Grundy. She simply snatched the golem up and whirled with him in the air. Irene noticed that her feathers were now clean; the fumigation bush was working. All the old hens were looking better, now that their colors could be seen; they really weren't as old or ugly as they had seemed, though it would not have been fair to call them young or pretty. Irene believes this will bring peace to the harpies and goblins, and perhaps even civilize them. Irene, Chem, Grundy and the Gorgon prepare to leave, but not before Haggy gives Irene a feather whistle, so that she can summon the harpies if she ever needs them. Pun Count: 262 by the end of Chapter 13.
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# ? Aug 22, 2013 04:26 |
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This is ridiculous. Are you going to be doing the Apprentice Adept series, too? I've never read xanth before this, but I way WAY too much into that series of books. Apparantly it's one of Piers' lesser-read series. It's still really loving creepy, in retrospect, but at least it had some interesting ideas about parallel worlds between technology and magic.
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# ? Aug 22, 2013 15:43 |
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I don't know. I never really read those as a kid. Chapter 14 - back to Ivy. They have decided to head north, and Ivy is getting tired. They also have run into a small firebreathing dragon. It can fly, so it's not huge, but very fast. They spot a thicket they might be able to hide in, but the dragon is lithe enough to chase them. Stanley steps forward to defend them. quote:The notion was ludicrous, yet Stanley was ready to try, and it became more credible with Ivy's belief. A baby steamer could not hope to oppose an adult firebreather, but a baby steamer buttressed by the potent and subtle power of a Sorceress could indeed hope. But it would have helped had Stanley known about the support he had. As it was, he was indulging in an act of foolhardy courage. Ivy enhances him greatly, and Stanley attacks. The two seem evenly matched, each trying to take out the other without using up their breath. The fire drake takes to the air, trying to attack from above, and Stanley isn't really built for this. Ivy orders Hugo to help him. quote:Hugo sighed inwardly at the imperatives of women, but he was stuck for it. He concentrated, and discovered again that he was smarter than he thought. "Fruit!" he said, another bright bulb, winking into existence above his head. "Chokecherries!" A fistful of dark red cherries appeared in his hand. He pelted the drake with them. (Pun Count: 263) Still, just one isn't enough, though it gives Stanley time to brace himself and prepare. quote:Hugo was ready. He conjured a handful of berries and threw them. One struck the drake in the tail section as he was picking up the next stone. He quacked with outrage and almost flew into a tree, but was indignant rather than injured. (Pun Count: 264) quote:Hugo conjured an alligator pear and hurled it. The pear clamped its serrated jaws to the edge of the drake's wing, annoying the dragon. (Pun Count: 265) quote:"I'll try currants," Hugo said. He conjured them and hurled a handful. (Pun Count: 266) This sends the drake to land, with Stanley on his tail. Ivy wants to run, but Stanley is too engrossed in combat. quote:"I think I understand Stanley's position," Hugo said, for he retained the smartness Ivy had perceived in him before. "He knows the drake will come after us as soon as he recovers, and will attack us from the air. As long as the drake has control of the air, we're vulnerable. So we have to stop him now, while he's in trouble. Only then can we travel safely." The drake hides on an island, but Stanley swims after him. quote:But there was a stirring elsewhere in the lake. "Look out!" Ivy cried, "I spy an allegory!" (Pun Count: 267) quote:Stanley's head lifted and turned. He saw the allegory and blew out a worried puff of steam. He evidently did not know how to deal with a thing like this; indeed, few living creatures knew how to handle an allegory in its element. It was known that an allegory could turn a situation inside out without even touching it; that was this entity's magic. "Get away from it!" Hugo cried. (Pun Count: 268) quote:But now he was traveling toward a hypotenuse who was basking in shallow water. The hypotenuse was enormously fat, with a huge mouth that opened into a triangle. When Stanley had turned and proceeded at an angle, and then turned to proceed at another angle, he had taken a line right toward the hypotenuse. (Pun Count: 269) Hugo has no idea how to help Stanley now, and the drake is recovering. quote:"Hurry up!" she cried at Hugo. "Only you can save him! Do something fantastic!" She knew he could, because that was the nature of Nights in Shiny Armor. (Pun Count: 270) Hugo hurls them, just as the dragon sets about igniting the mist around the lake. quote:A parody was just flying in. It had green wings and a squat, down-curving beak. "Wots this wots this?" it squawked and retreated in haste. "Polly wanna crackup!" This was not parody country at the moment. (Pun Count: 271) The grapes hit the water, starting it boiling and steaming. quote:"They come from a mean vintage," Hugo agreed. "I had to be sure to get the right ones, because if I conjured sour grapes by mistake, it wouldn't have worked out very well." (Pun Count: 272) However, Stanley's having trouble swimming now. quote:Hugo looked around. "Ah--there are some string beans growing on the bank. We can use them." (Pun Count: 274) They get Stanley out and find shelter. As they wait, they hear some odd zapping noises. quote:She got up. She knew there had been something, probably only a buzzing bottle fly, but she couldn't rest until she had placed it. This was her childish curiosity in operation, perhaps foolish, but quite compelling. After all, some of those flying bottles could be very pretty. (Pun Count: 275) That's when Ivy notices a tiny hole in a tree trunk, going all the way through it. She finds a tiny spiraled worm hanging in the air past it. Then it zaps away. Hugo recognizes it: a wiggle. quote:"A wiggle?" Ivy asked blankly, wiggling her torso experimentally. Stanley steams the wiggle to death. Hugo decides they need to tell Humfrey...but he's a baby now and can't help. He's worried - they killed one, but wiggles always come in swarms. They listen and hear the sound of another wiggle. Oh yeah, there's a swarm. Pun Count: 275 by the end of Chapter 14.
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# ? Aug 22, 2013 16:51 |
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Chapter 15. Irene again.quote:"Does your husband swear?" Chem asked Irene as they walked on toward the Cyclops' cave. They head on, but some kind of monster is waiting. If they didn't know better, they'd guess it was the Gap Dragon, from the sound. And it does seem to be the Gap Dragon. quote:No time now to marvel at impossibilities! Irene fished for a seed. "I'd better sprout that tangle tree!" she said. "Or a strangler fig." (Pun Count: 276) The Gorgon protests that hte Gap Dragon mustn't be hurt. Chem suggests growing defensive plants until they can slow the dragon down enough for Grundy to talk to it. They want to know how it reversed the youth. The children are still safe, at least, from the looks of Irene's ivy. quote:Hastily Irene selected and threw down a seed. "Grow! Grow!" she cried. How could she have stood here talking while the monster was charging? The dragon does, indeed, bounce off it, and its steam does nothing. quote:"What is it?" the Gorgon asked, impressed. (Pun Count: 277) quote:Meanwhile, the dragon had figured out that there was something funny about the plant and was circling around it, steaming angrily. Irene quickly tossed down several more seeds. "Grow!" (Pun Count: 278) The chain, however, is too low. quote:However, Irene had already started more plants growing. Several amazon lilies lashed at the dragon's feet, striking with their small spears of leaves. But the reptile's feet were too tough to be hurt by these, and progress was hardly impeded. (Pun Count: 279) quote:But other plants caused more trouble. A firecrown landed on the dragon's head, heating it uncomfortably; a fishhook cactus hooked into several toes; a mountain rose grew in front, rising into a small red mountain, blocking the way while it continued to smell as sweet as its cousins by other names. A rattlesnake plant rattled, hissed, and struck at the dragon's nose; a star cluster heated the dragon's scales with a number of little burning stars; and scrub oak used little brushes to scrub at exposed anatomy. That merely tickled the monster. (Pun Count: 285) Irene pulls a random seed and grows it. quote:The seed sprouted into a huge tree that soon made everything else look relatively small. "Oh, that's a dwarf yew plant," Irene said. But the dragon simply whomped around it, undwarfed. (Pun Count: 286) quote:She tossed out another. It grew a number of cylindrical red fruits, and these exploded as the dragon passed, startling it. "A firecracker plant," Irene said, recognizing it. (Pun Count: 287) quote:A third plant looked like a fern, but it soon uprooted itself and walked away. "Walking fern," Irene said. "Oh, I'm wasting some fine seeds here! If only I had time to classify them, so I knew what they all were, I could do something effective!" (Pun Count: 288) Grundy begins talking to the seeds to find a useful one. However, the dragon is still coming. They flee up a slope, but the Gorgon's veil gets snagged, and they have to close their eyes for safety. She gets it back in place, but the dragon is now in range. Irene trees to get the local plants to grow as a wall, and it works briefly, but the dragon is not deterred long. quote:"I've got it!" Grundy cried. "A dragnet seed!" (Pun Count: 289) The Gap Dragon is caught and thrown by the net, unable to melt or wilt it and unable to break it. Now Grundy can talk to it, but it has to settle down first. As they wait, they hear the sound of something zapping. The Gorgon and Chem are worried, and there is another zap sound. Then Grundy notices that the Gap Dragon has two ears - so it can't be the same one that Smash Ogre fought. It turns out that, in fact, there are two Gap Dragons. This one is female. She uses a secret entrance to enter the Gap and mate with the Gap Dragon every so often. She's hunting for her mate. Grundy explains what happens, and she wants to know how they expect her to mate with a baby. There's another zap, and the dragon recognizes the sound as a wiggle. Irene has no idea what makes a wiggle so bad. quote:Chem spotted two chunks of wood in the brush on the slope, picked them up, and stalked the sound while she talked. "The wiggles are tiny spiral worms that swarm periodically. Sometimes a century passes without an infestation; sometimes only a few decades. The last swarming was just about thirty years ago; my great uncle Herman the Hermit supervised the effort of containment, and lost his life in the process. It was hoped that the wiggle scourge had been permanently eradicated, but it seems not. Now we shall have to do the job over--and immediately." Grundy explains to the Dragon while Irene continues to not understand. quote:"So the wiggles travel in zippy lines," Irene said, irritated by her evident ignorance of something important. "What's wrong with that? Why kill an innocent flying worm that's just minding it's own business?" Irene decides they need to organize a campaign to destroy the wiggles, and Chem notes that it this preempts their search. quote:"Ivy and Hugo!" Irene exclaimed, stricken. "My vision--the terrible, unseen threat--this is it!" Irene decides she will save both Xanth and Ivy. They have to get the locals to help them, and someone has to reach the nest and destroy it. The Gap Dragon agrees to help. They don't have a salamander to light a magic fire, however, and they have no other way to light a one-way fire. quote:"The dragoness says she'll spare us," Grundy reported. "She was after us only because she was hungry. She's been so busy searching for her mate, she forgot to eat--" Irene grows some beefsteak tomatoes for her and plants an acid seed to destroy the dragnet. The Gorgon discovers she can stone wiggles, though she must be careful not to get zapped in the face. quote:"Very well," Irene said. "Let's start organizing this. As I see it, we have three things to do. We have to fight the wiggles here, rescue the children--all three of them--and alert the rest of Xanth to the crisis. I think we can do all three at once, by splitting up our party. Gorgon, why don't you and the lady Gap Dragon work together here, stoning wiggles? She can carry you rapidly to and away from them, so you'll have the situation under control, and you can stone all the wiggles you meet. You can work better without the rest of us, because--" (Pun Count: 289) quote:"The Simurgh doesn't permit others to fly over Parnassus!" Grundy protested. Grundy agrees to try. He heads out on the plant, calling 'WIGGLE' as loudly as he can. Chem and Irene set off to find the Cyclops. Pun Count: 289 by the end of Chapter 15.
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# ? Aug 22, 2013 22:51 |
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That is the tackiest retcon I've ever seen.
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# ? Aug 22, 2013 23:57 |
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Chapter 16: Back to Ivy. She and Hugo are looking for a way to fight the wiggles.quote:"Here," Hugo said, conjuring two rockfruits. "Use these to smash it." (Pun Count: 290) Ivy finds the results gross. quote:"It's the only way," Hugo said, conjuring two more fruits for himself. "My dad says you can only really stop wiggles by destroying their nest. But anyone who gets close to it gets holed by the wiggles. He says that's how the Invisible Giant died. He was a big, big man, but the wiggles played eighteen holes in him and he crashed." (Pun Count: 291) quote:"Poor giant," Ivy said sympathetically. "I never saw him." Ivy declares that they're going to destroy the nest. quote:"We'll figure out how!" she snapped imperatively. She was not aware of it, but at this moment she resembled her mother quite strongly, and not merely for the tint in her hair. "You're smart enough!" Stanley tries, but he can't get off the ground. Ivy encourages him. quote:In response, the dragon pumped harder. His wings seemed to become larger and fuller and better webbed. For a moment his body lifted. Then it spun out of control and he plopped to the ground. Ivy's power, it seemed, had finally reached its limit. (Pun Count: 292) However, they're too weak to carry more than themselves. Ivy insists Hugo find a way. quote:Hugo sighed. Intelligence was a mixed blessing, but he did privately enjoy being considered smart, and now he had become smart enough to realize how her talent worked. He could conjure good fruit because she believed he could. He was becoming handsome because she saw him that way. He was intelligent because she insisted that he be so. She was a little Sorceress; without her, he would once more be nothing. He was in a subtle but compelling manner dependent on her, and he wanted very much to please her. But he knew they could not safely fly to the wiggle nest. Was there some other approach? Ivy and Stanley, meanwhile, hunt wiggles. quote:Hugo noted idly that the two wiggles seemed to be traveling on slightly divergent paths. Immediately his heightened intellect reasoned it out. Naturally the paths diverged, for the wiggles were radiating out from a common source. The farther they traveled, the greater their separation from each other became. It was an elementary matter to triangulate and estimate the location of the source, which really was not far from here. He and Ivy and Stanley could reach it readily--if they had any means of keeping from getting holed on the way. (Pun Count: 293) quote:Well, perhaps if Hugo could conjure grapes-of-wrath fruitflies--No! That was definitely unsafe! Hugo continues. quote:"But the disorientation effect is localized. There seems to be a region through which the fruits can not safely pass. And the nature of that region, judging from other small hints we have had, must be--a forget-whorl, of the kind my father described before he regressed to infancy." The problem with this is that they can't see it to move it, and it's very dangerous. Ivy is sure Hugo can figure it out, however. quote:He concentrated again. "It seems there are a number of whorls, drifting generally southward from the weakening forget-spell on the Gap Chasm. They seem to have changed their nature, causing total forgetting instead of just Gap Chasm forgetting. I could probably work out a rationale for that effect--" They get to work. The whorl will protect them from wiggles, hopefully, as long as they stay together behind it. They have to stick by Stanley anyway, since otherwise the whorl might hit them, and he's the only immune one. Stanley leads them, using his wings to push the whorl along, while Hugo uses his fruit-flies to show where it is. Ivy, meanwhile, stays with them and ensures their powers do not fade. (She doesn't understand this, but Hugo does.) Hugo triangulates the nest's location via the wiggle zaps. However, the terrain makes it impossible for them to go straight there. This is a challenge - they have to move the whorl sideways without getting out from behind it. quote:Hugo cudgeled his brain yet again. Blow around a corner? They find the work of the wiggles as they round the hill - the entire hill is riddled with holes, and several trees have fallen. Hugo notices that some of the wiggles do actually go up, so flying wouldn't have worked, anyway. They spot the nest. quote:But now at last the nest itself was in sight. It was a dark globe as tall as a grown man, perched on the ground beyond a ravine. There was a haze around it, which Ivy realized was actually the mass of wiggles hovering in the region, before zapping on outward. Most of them did hang in a plane parallel to the ground, making the nest resemble the planet Saturn--but of course this was much larger than Saturn, which as everyone knew was only a tiny mote in the night sky that never dared show itself by day. Ivy wishes she was at Castle Roogna, and spots Imbri as she thinks about it. Hugo realizes they can send Imbri to get advice from their families. quote:But the mare shook her head sadly, her shadow-mane flaring. She projected her thought into a dream figure of a nymph, and Ivy heard the nymph's voice faintly in her head, like a distant memory. "Night is nigh, and I can no longer carry dreams by night. I can not carry messages from one person to another; I can only bring thoughts of each other. I will have time only to hint to your folks where you are." And Imbri was off, racing against the suddenly looming night. Pun Count: 293 by the end of Chapter 16.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 03:18 |
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Chapter 17 - Irene again. Irene and Chem reach the Cyclops' cave. Chem draws an arrow as Irene goes to talk to Brontes. She asks where her daughter is. The Cyclops says they were friends and talked, but they left, heading northeast. Chem realizes they must have changed direction after meeting Glory. quote:Irene agreed. The Cyclops' story did, after all, align. "What about the sky?" Irene explains about the wiggles, and Brontes says he has to warn his brothers. Irene tells him to forget about the sky - if he comes out and isn't hurt, he'll know it's safe. quote:The monster's big eye brightened. "True. Long time." He put a foot out of the cave, then hesitated as if thinking of something else. "But if Sky do strike--" The sky has forgotten Brontes. Chem directs him to the wiggles, and he charges off to find his brothers after noting that the kids will be heading right into the swarm. They hurry onwards. quote:As she rode, Irene began to daydream. This was unusual for her, as she was a practical woman; she had to make sure Dor didn't innocently foul up the kingdom. But now, at this time of the double tension of peril to her child and to all of Xanth, she found herself dreaming. She must be more tired than she thought. Chem knew she was there a few minutes ago. Chem translates for Imbri, now that Irene is paying too much attention. quote:"Imbri says Hugo and Ivy and Stanley are safe, but--" However, the wiggles are far too thick - all they can do is hope the kids survive. quote:Irene stifled her reply, as it could only have debased a long friendship and would not have rescued her threatened child. She wanted a live daughter, not a dead Sorceress! They head for a nearby knoll, where the drake that faced off against Stanley is. Chem draws her arrow and Irene reaches for a seed, but then they hear a wiggle, which the drake burns to death. They're on the same side for now. Now they have to fight the wiggles. Chem finds two rocks to crush wiggles with. quote:Irene dropped a seed. "Grow," she said in a no-nonsense tone. (Pun Count: 294) Irene finds her own rocks and hopes Grundy gets to Parnassus in time. They are fighting, but need help. Imbri is off to warn Dor, feeling this is important enough to break the rules about carrying communications. However, by nightfall they won't be able to see the wiggles any more, and by morning they'll have spread so far they can't all be killed. They have to work fast. Irene remembers the whistle, and Chem uses it, hoping to summon the harpies and goblins. The Cylcops arrive to help, and they have good night vision, so that'll help when darkness comes. Still, three Cyclops, a drake, a woman and a centaur aren't enough. Xanthippe arrives on Xap, along with Xavier and Zora. quote:The witch dismounted and grimaced. "My son promised to get married tomorrow if I helped today," she said. "Besides, I don't want my exhibits getting holed. So when I heard the Cyclopes charging about, and fathomed what was up--" Irene can also barely recognize Zora, who now appears alive and can speak normally. quote:It was Zora Zombie--so much restored by requited love that she looked virtually normal! Her hair was now thick and black, her flesh was firm and healthy and quite pleasing in contour, and her eyes were clear. Even her clothing was good; she no longer wore decaying rags. But she retained her undead immunity to minor injury. It was as if she had regressed from months-dead at the time Irene had first met her, to weeks-dead when Irene's group welcomed her, to days-dead when she fell in love with Xavier, and now was only hours or minutes dead. She had evidently been a lovely young woman when she died. Xanthippe directs her gi-ants, ma-moths and gigan-tics after the wiggles, and Xap starts crunching them up. The Furies arrive as well, but they're hear to help curse and scourge the wiggles. quote:Another wiggle came through. "Woe betide you!" Meg cried at it, "What did you ever do for your mother, who zapped away her last energy in order that you might someday swarm?" She raised her scourge and whipped the wiggle out of its hold. The chocolate moose arrives to help, as do a flock of ducks and bed monsters, along with the foot-ball from Chapter 3. Irene is still worried as the sun sets, but that's when the Simurgh arrives. quote:PARNASSUS COMES! (Pun Count: 295) The Simurgh says that the wiggles going up are harmless - they'll head into space. quote:A host of small birds appeared, evidently brought by the large one. Each had an outsize beak. "Those are pinches," Chem said, her centaur education operating again. "Just what we need!" (Pun Count: 296) They catch the mid-range wiggles, which are the only threats that can't be gotten by the ma-moths or the ground-based fighting. The yak and bugbear are helping now, too, and Hiatus has arrived on the flying carpet. He was helping look for Ivy when he found it, and he came by to help fight the wiggles by growing ears on them and making them too heavy. The Python arrives, along with the maenads, to help destroy the wiggles. The wild animals, likewise, are starting to help. quote:But she had plenty to occupy her attention on this side! The skirmish line was advancing now, and the wiggles were thick. The sound of the zzapps was constant. Creatures were getting holed, and losses were mounting. Chem's flank was blood-flecked where a wiggle had grazed it, and there was a maenad on the ground, holed through the head. In death the wild woman was rather pretty, and Irene felt a pang of regret for her. This was no child's play! The Zombie Master is here likewise, raising zombies from the dead to fight. The Simurgh is using her telepathy to summon people. The centaurs are now arriving, with men on their backs to help. They're starting to enclose the wiggles and get closer to the center. The harpies and goblins are helping as well, working together for the first time in centuries. They can see the nest at the center, and Ivy, Hugo and Stanley going for it. Still, no one can get to them while the wiggles are going. quote:This seemed to be the limit of the contraction of the circle of closure. Any closer and it would be suicidal, because there would not be enough space between individual wiggles to allow a creature to stand. So they were at an impasse; they had contained the menace, but could not abolish it--and they were getting very tired. Pun Count: 295 by the end of Chapter 17.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 04:57 |
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Chapter 18. Back to Ivy. With the light bulbs in place, the kids can see the wiggles clearly and will not be stopped by night. Still, they need to figure out how to cross the ravine. quote:Ivy squared her little shoulders and did what had to be done. "Hugo, think of a way to get across." Hugo decides to use fruit. quote:Hugo conjured a peach and tossed it through the whorl and into the crack. They heard a thunk as it struck bottom. (Pun Count: 296) Hugo can't summon any bigger than that or he'll be crushed, at least unless they make a channel. The whorl drifts, almost leaving them vulnerable, and Hugo checks it for motion, then gets them back behind it. They begin to fill the channel with greatfruits, and Ivy notices the ring of people around them in the distance. They make a ramp from the fruits, crossing over the ravine with Stanley's wind. However, as they hit the center of the ramp, Fracto shows up. The wiggles can't hurt him, so he tries to blow the whorl off track. How he knows it exists I don't know. Stanley almost loses control of the whorl and they nearly get zapped by Wiggles, but Stanley exposes himself in order to stop the whorl's fall. Ivy gets Hugo to destroy Fracto with a pineapple. He'll reform in time, but not for a while. However, now Stanley has been zapped several times. He gets back behind the whorl, which nearly falls into the gap. He gets holed through the neck. quote:"Keep going, Stanley!" Ivy screamed desperately. "I know you can do it!" But water was welling in her eyes in much the way the blood was welling in the dragon's neck. With a great effort, she compelled her own belief. "You're too tough to be stopped by worms!" Stanley moves forward with the whorl, but he's in the middle of it. He's going to forget everything, even if he lives. Stanley leaps forward, onto the nest, and drags the whorl with him. quote:The zapping of the wiggles faded at the center. They still moved outward outside the nest, but no new ones emerged. The whorl had made them forget, and so they had become harmless. The nest had been nullified, thanks to Stanley's heroic concluding jump. Ivy wants to rush to him, but the whorl will destroy her if she does. quote:Ivy clapped her hands. "Ooo, he lives! He remembers!" They cover their eyes for the Gorgon to approach. quote:There was also a whomp-whomp approaching. "How can the Gap Dragon be big--and small?" Hugo asked, then answered his own question. "There must be another of the same species." The Gorgon veils herself and clears a path for Chem and Irene. quote:The Gorgon completed the distance and picked Hugo up. "You get lost like this again," she said severely, "and I'll show you my face!" Then she kissed him through the veil. "My, aren't you handsome! Whatever happened to you?" Oh, come on! She wasn't even part of that conversation! The Simurgh flies over and drops a feather for them. The Gorgon gives it to Ivy and tells her to touch Stanley's wounds with it. It heals each of them as it touches them. Soon, he is perfectly healthy. quote:"Hugo, how were you able to conjure good fruit?" the Gorgon asked her son, though her manner indicated she had an idea of the answer. This was the way of mothers. A woman approaches through the wiggles, unhurt despite the holes. It's Zora Zombie. quote:"You don't look like a zombie," Hugo remarked. That's when Chem and Irene arrive. quote:"Yes, he did," Irene agreed, dismounting. "And in the process, he helped show us how to move the forget-whorls out of our way so no one else will be forgetted. We shall make a statue of him." Pun Count: 296 by the end of Dragon on a Pedestal.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 12:28 |
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I enjoyed large parts of that book. It'd be a fun light read appropriate for children of all ages if it weren't for all the weird sex and sexism. And man, Fracto came out of nowhere. That's what happens when you hop all of Xanth around insulting all the local magical beings for no reason.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 15:04 |
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Yeah, the girl telling the boy to do everything for her (DEM BOSSY DAMES) goes from really off-putting to sort of funny when you make them both actual children instead of Piers's usual demi-adolescent lustbots. Especially when you make the little girl's bossing people around the most powerful thing in the book. Seriously, I'm surprised at how relatively not-awful Ivy's stuff was, and I'd completely forgotten that they actually remembered the whole "oh, I guess ladies can be Kings" loophole. Still, I maintain confidence that Ivy will never be in charge of the country because hey, Piers Anthony. I wonder if Stanley counts as a Jumper-level good character if he can't actually talk.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 15:51 |
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I like how whenever Piers learns some random tidbit of information, like that there's such a thing as vectors, he has to make that the star of the story for at least one full chapter.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 19:21 |
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I actually agree - cut out most of the parts dealing with Irene's plotline and most of the parts involving Hardy and Glory, and it'd be a tolerable book. Sadly, Ivy does not long remain so. Crewel Lye: A Caustic Yarn takes place two years after Dragon on a Pedestal. It stars Jordan the Barbarian, a ghost, and uses five-year-old Ivy as a framing device. Irene has just had a baby. (Pun Count: 2) quote:Ivy was restricted, for no reason at all, to Castle Roogna, and of course it was overwhelmingly boring. Her mother Irene had recently gotten quite fat in the tummy, but kept right on eating and pretending it was wonderful and didn't seem to have much time for Ivy any more. To make things worse, her father King Dor had ordered a baby brother for her. Ivy did not need or want a baby brother. How could they have been so thoughtless as to order something like that without consulting the one most concerned? What good was a baby, anyway--especially a boy? (Pun Count: 5) quote:She found herself watching the magic tapestry in her room for hours on end and more hours sidewise; the idiot cloth had become her amusement of last resort. Its moving pictures showed everything that had ever happened in the Land of Xanth. But the pictures were fuzzy, and she wasn't much interested in history, anyway. It was so much more fun in the jungle, playing with clouds and tanglers and gourds! It is Jordan, who is watching his own history. He lived four centuries ago. He thinks it was a great adventure, but he died during it and can't quite remember. quote:Oh. "I'm about to die from boredom," Ivy asserted. Jordan assures Ivy it wasn't the Gap Dragon. quote:"Good." Because the Gap Dragon had become Ivy's friend, she didn't want anything bad to have happened to him, even four hundred years ago. The Gap was now being patrolled by Stacey Steamer, the female of his kind. Eventually Stanley would grow up and return to the Gap, but that was long ago in the future and she didn't worry about it. "Who'd you kiss?" Renee is a quiet, singing ghost. Jordan would marry her, if he were alive. Ivy tells him ghosts can't live again, but he reminds her that Millie the Ghost did. quote:"That was prehistoric," Ivy said shortly. "Back when Good Magician Humfrey was still practicing as an old man. He helped bring her back to life. Everybody knows that. But Magician Humfrey isn't animating ghosts any more, and nobody else knows how. How can you live again?" Jordan can't remember what the lie was, either. They decide to watch his life. They see a man riding a giant snail, but Jordan can't remember where it's going. They can see some kind of giant bird shadow, and Ivy decides she wants to know all of Jordan's story. They just have to clear up the tapestry first. quote:Ivy contemplated the tapestry. "It's gotten sort of grubby over the centuries," she said. "And I guess my using it to wipe off my hands before dinner doesn't help much, either." Adults always had these pointless rules about clean hands for eating, so Ivy knew it really wasn't her fault, but now she wished she had wiped her hands somewhere else. "Maybe if we can clean it off, it will have better pictures." But Ivy's grounded, so she can't head over to the Good Magician's castle easily. quote:Fortunately, Jordan had a notion. "There's an old night mare shoe in the cellar," he said. "With that you could get in and out of the gourd." (Pun Count: 6) Jordan leads her to the rusty horse she, which she'll have to use to physically enter a gourd. There's one near the castle wall which no living people know about, and Jordan takes Ivy to it. quote:"I know." Ivy had learned about peepholes recently; it seemed her mother had been perturbed to learn that Grandpa Trent had been into one and somehow had thought it was Ivy's fault. Possibly the grounding had something to do with that. "Now how does--?" She extended the bent shoe toward the gourd. But it's too late. Ivy enters hte gourd, falling. She lands on a giant marshmallow. quote:She was in a candy garden. Lollipops grew from the ground, and the weeds were licorice. She started to pick a pop, then hesitated; she was inside the gourd. If she ate anything, would she be able to leave? She wasn't sure; the gourd had funny rules. So she exerted supreme control well beyond the call of little-girl duty and left the candy alone. She had a feeling she would regret this the rest of her life, but she couldn't take the chance. Ivy heads down the path until she finds a wooden house. No one answers the door, so she heads inside...and finds it full of bugs. quote:Ivy used the scream she had saved. She tried to use the mare shoe to fend off the bug, but the shoe missed and struck the wall instead. Shoe and hand sank through the wall, and Ivy stumbled after, stepping through as a ghost might. She heads back into the gourd, and heads out of the house. However, now the garden is full of vegetables, especially spinach. She finds a lake of castor oil/ quote:Instantly she spat it out. This was the worst yet! It was castor oil--the stuff used to lubricate rolling castors, the bane of all children. (Pun Count: 7) Ivy tries to figure out how she can get out of the gourd, and touches the shoe to the lake, which leaves her in sight of Humfrey's castle. Now she just has to get in. quote:First she had to cross the moat. She looked around. Under a spreading tree she found several small stones. "Stepping stones!" she exclaimed, recognizing the type. (Pun Count: 9) She makes it across with one stone to spare. She finds a dark alcove, which she ignores, and then a blinding brightness around a corner. She makes herself smart enough to figure out how to get past. quote:Ivy returned to the dark alcove and reached inside. Sure enough, there was a dark lantern. She brought it out, and its darkness spread all around her, converting day to night. Fortunately, she was able to see a little dim light ahead, around the corner, and she headed for that. (Pun Count: 10) quote:As she rounded the corner, the effulgence surrounded her--and was met by the darkness radiating from the dark lamp. The two struggled and canceled out, and an approximation of normal daylight returned. A small globe of darkness remained about the lantern itself, into which her arm disappeared, while the bright lantern remained too bright to gaze upon. But in between were the shades ranging from night to day. If Ivy had been of a more philosophical bent, she might have realized that life itself was like that, with the impossible extremes of good and bad at either side and many gradients between, through which normal folk navigated with indifferent success. But she was as yet too young for such a thought, so she shoved it aside and proceeded through the shades of gray until she rounded another corner. Then the dark lamp became too dark, blotting out everything; she set it in an empty alcove and went on. (Pun Count: 11) quote:She looked in her blanket bag, where there was one stone, the dead moth, and the mare shoe. She might throw the stone at the creature, but she doubted she could score; the throwing arm of a five-year-old girl wasn't strong. So she left that stone unturned. She needed another way. (Pun Count: 12) The creature won't get too close to her because of the brightness, and Ivy watches it carefully. quote:Ivy watched the creature, noting the separate components of its body. The hawk-wings were of the bird kingdom, with brown feathers, and there was a feathered tail to match; the head and legs were of the cat kingdom, with white teeth and claws. She wondered which kingdom was dominant. Did the creature lay eggs or give live birth? Animals had more direct and crude ways of reproducing themselves than people did; maybe cabbages didn't grow for animals. She blushed to be thinking such naughty thoughts, but still, she was curious. She knew that some creatures birthed and others hatched, or maybe it was the other way around, and people arrived under cabbage leaves, and then there was the matter of the storks-- (Pun Count: 13) Ivy, meanwhile, has intensified the cat and bird natures of the kitty-hawk, causing it to fight itself. She focuses on it more, making the fight worse and worse, until it crashes into the moat. She heads onward. quote:Ivy walked on, glad to be past the kitty-hawk but sad how that had happened. She was still looking for the door into the castle. She came to a small plot that contained a single headstone. It was in the shape of the head of an old man, with sparse stone-gray hair and white whiskers. It looked almost alive, and became more so as she contemplated it; its stony gaze was fixed on her. Slowly one mineral eye closed in a wink. (Pun Count: 14) It takes the shape of the head of whoever's buried near it, and it can talk. quote:"Last year I was planted near a lovely, dead, young woman; you should have seen me then! My surface was like polished alabaster, and my shape was beautiful." Ivy doesn't believe it, but when she tries to enter, it shouts and a giant hairbrush comes to smack her. (Pun Count: 15) She backs against a wall, keeping it from reaching her butt, and it flies away again. Ivy has to silence the headstone. She digs a hole and buries the luna moth near it, causing it to take on the shape of the moth's head. Now it can't take, and she can enter the castle. Zora Zombie greets her and asks why she didn't use the carpet. Ivy explains that she's there on business, since she doesn't want to mention being grounded. Ivy's been helping Zora to age Humfrey. He is now around her size and older than her. quote:"No, this is a business call," Ivy repeated. Humfrey she had to trust, even if she didn't want to. He knew everything anyway, or seemed to, that being his talent. Physically, he was now a child, so perhaps would not be inclined to betray her to the grown-ups. "I'm grounded for no reason and had to sneak out." (Pun Count: 15) quote:"That's what I said," Ivy agreed uncomfortably. "No reason at all. So let's make this quick, before I get in trouble for even less reason if they discover I'm. gone. I need an Answer." Ivy explains her need to clean the tapestry. quote:Humfrey pondered a moment, then brightened. "The Big Book should have it," he exclaimed. Ivy knew that some people claimed there was no such thing as a Big Book of Answers for all Questions, but those people had never seen Humfrey's study. The Good Magician went over to a table where a huge tome rested, and he scrambled up on the high stool to reach it. He turned the ancient pages. "Good thing I've learned to read again," he grumped as he pored over the fine print. "Tables...tadpoles...tailspins...talismen...tangle trees...tapestry! Nature of. History of, Present Location of. Abuse of--aha! Cleaning of!" (Pun Cpunt: 16) quote:Ivy looked where he pointed. In a corner sat a creature like a contracted caterpillar, with only four legs, one tail, and several long whiskers. It looked rounded, furry, and soft, but evinced an attitude of independence and aloofness. (Pun Count: 17) Ivy hast trrouble picking it up, but manages to get it to follow after her, since it copies her. She has to get up on the table to get it to come, though. The cat sits down on the recipe, then stickss out its tongue, which is a sheet of paper. Humfrey tears it off and gives it to Ivy. quote:Naturally, Ivy got ready to argue, but realized that she wanted to go away, now that she had what she wanted, so she kept silent. Sometimes the directives of men had to be obeyed, when they chanced to be correct, annoying as that was. She scrambled down off the table and left the little Good Magician to his reading. He had become entirely distracted by the text before him, which happened to be taxidermy, while the copy-cat continued to extrude copies of the crewel lye recipe. A copy fell down before him, obscuring his text, at which he stared at the cat speculatively. "Very interesting techniques here," Humfrey murmured. "I wonder--" but at that point the cat hastily jumped clear of the text, not having the same interest in studying, or in being a subject for, taxidermy that Humfrey had. (Pun Count: 18) Eventually, Ivy heads back to Castle Roogna. quote:But now she could clean the tapestry and get Jordan's complete story. All she had to do was use the recipe to make the cleaner. Fortunately, the ghosts knew where all the supplies were. Ivy got a pot and some lye and some fat and stuff and cooked them together according to instructions. The lye was strong stuff that tried to burn her little hands, but the recipe told her how to be careful. Jordan's friend Renee Ghost helped Ivy to read the more difficult parts of the instructions, so that she made no mistakes. She had to say several spells along the way, to turn the lye into the crewel, but finally she had a bottle of the elixir. Jordan watches the tapestry, and begins to tell his story. quote:She settled back before the tapestry, watching, while Jordan concentrated on the beginning of his story. With Ivy's help, because the ghost could not make the tapestry respond by himself, he got the correct sequence of pictures to form. Then, as the pictures showed the action, Jordan narrated the story as he remembered it. He skipped over the dull parts, such as sleeping, and lingered on the good parts, such as fighting monsters and kissing fair maidens and encountering strange magic. It was a genuine tale of Swords and Sorceries and Goods and Evils and Treacheries, and Ivy was entranced. She loved tales with guts. She watched and heard the caustic yarn as if she were there herself. She thrilled to the Thud and Blunder of it and suffered fervently with the revelation of the UnKind Untruth. (Pun Count: 21) Pun Count: 21 by the end of Chapter 1.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 20:39 |
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The original first chapter of Crewel Lye, which sets up Ivy getting grounded, is basically her wandering around encountering a list of like fifty puns. Anthony's editor finally said enough's enough and axed the entire chapter. I know this because once I really enjoyed these books, to the point of owning the tie-in book Piers Anthony's Visual Guide to Xanth.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 21:02 |
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drunkencarp posted:The original first chapter of Crewel Lye, which sets up Ivy getting grounded, is basically her wandering around encountering a list of like fifty puns. Anthony's editor finally said enough's enough and axed the entire chapter. I wonder how many editors he went through.
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 21:34 |
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So this is where the storks start being a thing. And sadly, where Dolph also starts being a thing. (Dolph is terrible.)
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 23:40 |
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From Chapter 2 on, the book is a first person narration by Jordan.quote:I believe it really started when I came of age. It was the fashion in those days for a young man to prove himself by indulging in some fantastic exploit; then he could marry and settle down, having earned his fame. (Pun Count: 22) quote:Little did I know what kind of night she planned! I was really pretty naive in those days and knew a lot less about a lot of things than I thought I did. I supposed she was going to feed me good food and treat me well and talk to me convincingly about the advantages of the settled life. Instead she--well, I'm not sure I should say much about this to--in fact, I think we'd better just skim the pictures on past that night and--No? But I could get in trouble with your folks if I said too much about--well, all right, I'll describe just a little of it. Remember: Ivy is five years old. quote:But in the morning I remembered about the other type of adventure, exploring strange places and fighting strange creatures, and I knew I had to try that first. Elsie was still asleep, half smiling, and I felt really terrible as I dressed and buckled on my sword. But I didn't even kiss her; I just sneaked out of the house like a grounded child and started walking south, toward the center of Xanth, where the real action was supposed to be. Jordan is from the village of Fen, from what will be called the Ogre-Fen-Ogre Fen. (Pun Count: 23) He has decided that he will go to Castle Roogna, but he needs a ride. quote:That was a problem. There weren't any centaurs in our isolated region of Xanth, and dragons did not make good steeds--they tended to conspire to carry their passengers inside their bodies instead of outside--and I was afraid to fly with a flying creature; never could be quite sure where one of those might drop you off. I knew there were sea-horses in the sea, but I was trekking inland. There was a man in Fen Village who made hobby-horses, but I hadn't thought to check with him before starting off. In any event, his horses didn't really carry people, they just seemed to. What was I to do? (Pun Count: 24) Jordan decides he'll have to toughen up his legs, and he realizes he's not really enjoying this so far. He almost turns back, but finds he can't admit he was wrong. quote:I think now, after four hundred years as a ghost to reflect on philosophical matters--ghosts are better with intangibles than they are with tangibles, because they are intangible themselves--that women are more practical than are men, and the reason that women have most of the sex appeal is to enable them to lure men away from the foolishness they are otherwise prone to seek. Certainly my adventure, when considered as a whole, was a consummate exercise in folly, and would have been even if it hadn't cost me my life. I could have had night after night with Elsie; instead I courted--and won--disaster. If vanity be the name of woman, folly is the name of man! Jordan heads onwards. He scrounges up some sugar sand and beer, "the true barbarian beverage." (Pun Count: 25) He hears the sound of rattling chains, and becomes scared, which he realizes means it must be magic, for he was not afraid of most physical things. He goes out to hunt it down, for he has the sword but lacks the sorcery. He nearly gets grabbed by a tangle tree, but he's a good enough swordsman to handle it, especially since he heals himself. He decides to stop chasing the chain, since it is clearly trying to lead him to his death, but remains interested. quote:I returned to my camping spot. Sure enough, the rattle followed me, coming closer. But on the way I foraged in the darkness for some rustleweeds and centipede grass, and I set them at my place under a chocolate-smelling cocoa-nut shell. Naturally they rustled and scrambled faintly, so that it sounded as if a person were lying there somewhat restlessly, as he would if disturbed by a rattling chain. Then I sneaked silently away--I was good at that sort of thing--and circled widely around behind the chain rattle. (Pun Count: 27) quote:Sure enough, I fooled it. Barbarians are very cunning about such things. I watched as it approached my campsite, wondering why I no longer spooked. Spooks don't like to be ignored! It came over a ridge and I saw it in silhouette against the moonlight--and it was a night mare. No, not a mare, I realized after a moment, for several reasons. The mares did not tease sleepers with distant sounds; they came right in to deliver their bad dreams, then trotted on to the next. They did not have time to fool around, for there were many dreams to deliver. Besides which, I wasn't asleep. And this was no mare; it was a colt. Maybe a stallion. A shaggy, wild thing hung with chains; that was how it rattled. It was, in fact, a pooka--a ghost horse. Jordan decides he will catch and use the pooka. It has to be at least half solid, but it could outrun him if it tried. quote:But I was very tired now; contrary to carefully fostered myth, barbarians do get tired on occasion. It would be better to get a night's rest and commence the pursuit in the morning. On the other hand, the creature could be long gone by then, so I didn't dare wait. Jordan makes a vine lariat, heading after the pooka. It flees, but the chains and hoofprints let him track the thing. Jordan decides the creature must be male, for no real reason other than he feels like it. The pooka fears him, and keeps fleeing until morning. The pooka hides by day in a thicket, and Jordan sets up camp outside it. He can't see the pooka, but if the pooka moves, he'll be able to catch it. The pooka sneaks, awakening Jordan instantly with the sound of chains, and bolts. Jordan keeps chasing, and he hopes the pooka is getting hungry. quote:I passed a region where the bushes had twice as many berries, for each was double. I was about to pop the first twin-berries into my mouth when I hesitated. I had, of course, familiarized myself with many natural things, so that I could safely forage in the wilderness, but these were strange. Something nagged; Something about twin-berries, paired berries, double-berries-- (Pun Count: 28) quote:However, I had a cunning primitive thought. I might be able to use those berry-berries for my own advantage sometime. So I harvested a number and put them in my bag. I noticed there were no B's buzzing around the plants that still had flowers; perhaps that had helped alert me. B's stayed strictly away from berry-berries, so that the berries could even be used as a B repellent. (Pun Count: 29) Jordan then continues after the pooka. He finds the trail just ends abruptly, however. quote:I decided to double-check. A little caution seldom hurts anyone. Another myth about barbarians is that they charge straight ahead heedlessly into danger; in truth it is the ignorant civilized man, blundering in the jungle, who does that. No barbarian ever walked blithely into a tangle tree! Well, yes, I did do that at night, but that was a special situation, and I had my sword ready. He finds the horse carefully walked backwards in its own hoofprints, then broke off in another direction. It had tried to trap Jordan in the Void. Now Jordan wants it even more. He heads after the creature, always tailing it. They head through the region of birds, and a roc grabs the pooka. Jordan shoots it with his bow, forcing it to drop the pooka, which hides as the roc turns on Jordan. However, it is too big to grab him, so it goes to grab him and the ground under him. He cuts at the bird's talons with his sword, digging a hole in the dirt and falling. He heals an hour later, for his talent is regeneration, and he can heal from practically any wound - even death. He spots the pooka grazing, and it flees in terror as he rises from the dead. quote:I yelled and bore down on him. He looked up, startled--and reacted as if he'd seen someone risen from the dead. Terrified, he took off, leaving half a munch of grass to drop to the ground behind. One might think a ghost horse would not be afraid of other ghosts, but that's not so; even ghosts fear what they don't understand, and the average ghost is a pretty timid creature. I ought to know! And, of course, a pooka isn't a complete ghost, because of that solidity; it's sort of in a halfway state, much the way a zombie is halfway between life and death. If the pooka ever slipped his chains, he'd fade into full spirit status. But the chains hold him to life, so he must graze and do most of the other things living creatures do, however inconvenient some of them may be. There are a number of things like that in Xanth, neither this nor that, but partaking of some of this and other of that. The pooka flees into griffin country, and ends up trapping itself in a griffin's lair. quote:The pooka, hungry and tired, was less careful. He charged right through a griffin-retreat, where there was a big nest in a low-branching tree. A griffiness was on the nest, incubating an egg or something--I'm not quite clear on that aspect, as griffins are fussy creatures with royal lineages and don't tolerate much snooping--and she let out an awful squawk at this intrusion. The male griffin had been snoozing on a branch up higher in the tree, his wings folded while his claws gripped the bark. Startled, he jumped right off the branch and plunged like a rock, or maybe I mean a roc, before he spread his wings and pulled out of the dive. He wasn't one bit pleased. I suspect I wouldn't be, either, waking up like that, with a woman screaming at me about some creature violating her privacy. Maybe that's another reason I was wary of marriage; like the boundary to the Void, it's apt to be a one-way trip into who-knows-what. Jordan chases after the pooka, who now fllees the griffin. The griffin catches the pooka, and Jordan chases after them, too far away to do anything. He has no desire to kill the griffin, so he doesn't use his bow. The griffin comes down on the pooka, but pecks one of the chains, then catches his claw in it by accident as he tries to flee. The pooka tries to thrhow the stuck griffin off, then smashes him off with a low tree branch. The griffin heads home, deciding he wants no more of this, and Jordan keeps after the pooka. They head into a marsh, which neither of them enjoys, and Jordan is approached by a strange fish, which he stabs. quote:"Ooo, ouch!" the fish cried, plopping back into the muck. "You didn't have to do that! All I wanted was to loan you something." (Pun Count: 31) quote:"I don't care if you're a lone shark or a hundred sharks, I don't want to see your green back near me! Take off, or I'll lop off your fin." (Pun Count: 32) The pooka has more trouble as he heads for the firewall. Jordan scares the fish off. quote:I forged toward him, waving my sword to scare away the fish. "Move off," I cried at them, "Or I'll saw your bucks in half." The fish hesitated, not wanting to experience this sawbuck. But the pooka saw my waving weapon and was scared away himself. He plunged for the firewall. "No, wait!" I cried. "I'm trying to help you!" (Pun Count: 33) The pooka heads for the firewall, but becomes trapped by loan sharks. His chains keep him safe, but it can't last. Jordan gets to him, and tells him that all he wants is a mount - it's better than drowning or being eaten. quote:The red fin launched itself at me. I chopped at it with my blade, severing the fin from the body exactly as I had warned the greenback I would, and this redneck swam raggedly away. Now the water was red, too! (Pun Count: 35) More sharks converge, and Jordan climbs up on the pooka, which he has named Pook. He keeps chopping at the sharks, and eventually they leave, having eaten their own kind enough to be full. However, the pooka will soon drown. Jordan says that he'll find a way to save the creature. He pushes under the firewall via the marsh, and Jordan realizes he can save the pooka if he can haul him under the firewall. He needs a chain, but those of the pooka are not loose. He stretches out a loop of it, chopping off part of the chain. He takes the chain, unraveling enough to anchor the pooka and haul him under the firewall. He explains his plan, and he hopes the pooka understands. He hauls the pooks under, however, and the pooka follows the plan. They come up on the other side of the firewall, wrapping the chain back around the pooka but not releasing it. Then he mounts the creature. quote:The poor thing was so bedraggled and tired he didn't say neigh. I had my steed at last--or so I thought. (Pun Count: 36) Pun Count:
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# ? Aug 23, 2013 23:41 |
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All I remember about this one is the big plot twist and also some uncomfortable sexual threats.
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# ? Aug 24, 2013 00:45 |
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Chapter 3. Jordan rides Pook back to a region where the burning trees havem ostly grown back. He sets up camp, and the horse just runs off.quote:I sighed. I had hoped--but of course I was just a backwoods lunk, not understanding the true motives of people or creatures, however much I tried. I foraged for some fruit for my meal--it was amazing how fast these trees progressed after being burned!--then settled down to sleep. I didn't worry about predators here; they wouldn't pass through the firewall. Jordan awakens to find fire sweeping towards him. He spots Pook running, and leaps onto his back. It's not comfortable, but it'll do. They find that the fire has trapped them, but they can reach the firewall. They have to jump through, but they make it, barely. They end up before a mountain, which they decide to climb. quote:We moved on toward the mountains as the sun came up, then paused for breakfast. I let Pook graze, but this time I did not dismount, knowing he would bolt. I simply pulled down a dainty feminine fruit from an overhanging branch and bit into it. I was surprised; it was not fruit but meat--evidently a miss-steak, grown there by error. Sometimes spells got befuddled. It made a good, solid meal, however, though I would have preferred to cook it. (Pun Count: 39) They find traces of goblins in the mountains, and while they are wary, the goblins spot them. They flee, since you can't negotiate with goblins. quote:The goblins gave chase. They were afoot and they had stubbly little legs, big feet, and gross, ugly heads, but they moved along pretty well. Also, one of them sounded a blast on a horn, summoning the other goblins. It was a stink horn, and it made a foul-smelling noise, the kind that instantly attracted that kind of creature. So, though we handily outran that bunch, we did not get free of goblins. (Pun Count: 40) The goblins pour out from the caves, and Jordan lays about with his sword, trying to get away. The firewall hems them in, however. They charge on towards the mountain. quote:I nudged Pook to the side, where a lance-tree grew. I severed a lance with a passing sweep of my sword. Then we looped back and slowed momentarily--the ghost horse, afraid of the massed goblins, was now obeying my every hint with marvelous alacrity, since I seemed to know what I was doing--so I could flip up the lance with the point of my sword and catch it with my free hand. I have pretty good coordination with weapons; it's another barbarian specialty. Then we resumed speed, and I sheathed my sword and used both hands to hold the lance firm. It was a good long one, with the point extending well ahead of Pook's head. (Pun Count: 41) They make it to the mountain base, heading up it, while the goblins try to crowd them. The lance keeps them away. However, the path curves messily, and the goblins throw things and roll rocks down at them. quote:More enterprising goblins rolled rocks down the intersecting paths; most of these were small enough to be mere nuisances, so that Pook could hurdle them, but some were large enough to be threats. We were also conscious of the sheer malignance of the massed goblins; there was not one of them who wouldn't rejoice at our misfortune, simply because we were strangers. The goblins were the ultimate bigots of Xanth, hating all creatures who were not like themselves and not feeling too positive about themselves, either. I had heard that goblin females were different, but all I saw here were males. No doubt the females were smart enough not to indulge in this sort of quarrel. They head into a crevice, but find it a dead end. The goblins trap them, and there's no way to go back. They have to head down a tunnel. A boulder crashes into the tunnel mouth, trapping them inside. quote:We halted, but knew before we checked that we were trapped. Even if we managed to push or pry out the boulder, we would encounter an army of vicious goblins beyond it, eager to hurt us with sticks, stones, and names. Once again we had no choice but to go forward. I have always had a distinct dislike of such unchoices; they generally led to mischief; and even if they didn't, I still preferred to get into trouble in my own fashion rather than the forced-path way. (Pun Count: 42) They head deepr in, and Jordan tells Pook that he has to trust him. Pook doesn't respond. The tunnels are lit by glowing, rainbow fungi, and Pook and Jordan smell some unpleasant creature. They can smell it coming for them and flee, but they are soon caught. quote:Suddenly the monster loomed before us. It was a gross manlike thing, with horrible distorted features. The worst monsters are always manlike; I've never been quite clear why this is so, but it definitely is so. Fur covered this thing's face; from the fur, a grotesque and bulbous nose poked out, and under the fur, two great, ugly eye-slits peered, as from behind a dirty veil; at the bottom of the face, several twisted tusks projected. There must have been a mouth somewhere. The creature seemed to be male--the worst specimens of anything are always male, except for harpies. His arms were hairy extremities on which the muscles seemed to be attached backward, and his torso had several bones in the wrong places. In some ways he was like an unusually large and grotesque goblin, but in other ways he was worse--his breath, for one thing; his exhalations surrounded him like a putrid cloud. Pook and I were gagging. They try to charge through, smashing past one of the Callicantzari and attacking the next with Jordan's sword. quote:Still there were more! Two lumbered from side tunnels, reaching for me with their grotesque carrion-hooks. I cut the arms off the one on the right, but the one on the left got me in a gruesome hug and hauled me off my steed. Yes, I know that sort of mishap is not supposed to happen to heroes. The truth is, it happens, but the Barbarian Publicity Department censors it out. Jordan tells Pook to flee, and he does. quote:Naturally I wasn't aware what happened next, but now I see it in the pictures of the tapestry, and my understanding of the situation helps fill it in. Satisfied that I was dead, the Callis hauled me down to their main depot, where their cows and cubs lurked. There they clumsily used my own fair sword to cut my body open so they could gut me with their dirty claws. They yanked out all my innards and gobbled them down as delicacies, quarreling over the scraps. Then they jammed me in a big pot of cold water, to cook the tougher parts, and set about fetching wood for a fire. This took some time, for they had not planned ahead, and there wasn't much wood to be found in the deep caves. But after some hours, they scraped up enough, garnered from the roots of the trees they had been trying to destroy. Now at last they were ready to cook. (Pun Count: 44) Pook, meanwhile, is hunting for a way out. He eventually finds one, then stops and turns back due to some odd smell. He comes back and finds Jordan, waking him, since Jordan has had time to heal. He's a bit weak, sure, but he'll do until he can eat. Pook helps Jordan escape and get back onto his back, then heads off for the exit. Pun Count: 44 by the end of Chapter 3.
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Chapter 4.quote:We found a fresh stream and a copse of pie trees, and I drank and ate and foraged for suitable replacement clothing from shoe-trees--my boots were sloshingly soaked, so I needed temporary footwear while they dried--trouser-trees, and shirt-trees, to replace what I had lost, while Pook grazed. I didn't try to hold or confine him; I lacked the strength, and anyway I didn't feel I had a right, since he had come back for me on his own. Maybe he wasn't tame, but he had chosen to be my companion for a while. I wondered why. I saw that he did not stray at all far from me, and I doubted this was from sudden affection. I hoped I wasn't being overly cynical--but then I knew I had brought him a lot of trouble, and barbarians aren't noted for comprehension of the nuances of interpersonal behavior. (Pun Count: 45) Pook wants Jordan to ride him now, for some reason. quote:"You want me to ride you?" I asked, bemused. "You're not taking off alone into the wilds of the wilderness, knowing that I presently lack the strength or inclination to chase you down again?" Actually, I was stuffed with pies, which made me sluggish rather than weak, but this was also the first use of my new face and digestive tract. Startups are always awkward, and it takes a few hours to get the bugs out; there was a lot of gas, and I felt a little green. But every time I burped, another bug flew out, and I knew they would all be gone in a few more hours. There was no question that I was underweight, though; my thews were pitiful. In a few days I would be as good as new, more or less literally, but I needed lots of rest and food in the interim. I was no Magician; my magic talent had to be tempered with moderation. (Pun Count: 46) Jordan gets on Pook, and they run into some elves. Now Jordan understands - if Pook was alone, they'd catch him and tame him with their magic, but if Jordan appears to own him, they'll leave him be. At least Jordan knows Pook's smart now. The elves ask Jordan why he's there. He says he's just passing through, having been driven under the mountain. He also says Pook as partway tame and he wants no fight. The elves offer him hospitality for the night. quote:"I am Oleander Elf, of the tribe of Flower Elves. These are--" He indicated his companions in turn. "--Cactus, Dogwood, Knotweed, Bloodroot, and Arrowhead." Indeed, I saw that they were armed in the manner of their names. Cactus had a dagger made of a large cactus thorn, Arrowhead had a little bow and quiver of arrows, Knotweed had knotted rope, Bloodroot had a red bag of fluid that might be blood-poison, and Dogwood had a wooden spear tipped with a large canine tooth. Only Oleander carried no visible weapon--but he was the leader, and I suspected he had something, perhaps a fighting spell. There were no goblins on this side of the mountain, and this was surely because of these elves. Elves did not seem as fierce and were certainly not as numerous as goblins, yet they kept the goblins clear. That spoke for itself. Like many people, I wondered what their secret was, since, as far as I knew, goblins respected nothing but brute force. (Pun Count: 51) Oleander leads them to a hidden glen, and wonders why the elves are giving him this honor. The elves camp around their elf elm. Jordan is given a nice stew. quote:Then Oleander brought an elf maiden to meet me. "This is Bluebell, who wishes to ask a favor of you, Man," he said somewhat brusquely and departed. I wondered at that anew; had I given some sort of offense? I had certainly tried to be a good guest, but one never can be certain with nonhuman cultures, though the elves were about as human as such cultures got. If it were not for the distinction of size, I would hardly know the difference. That's exactly what Jordan was looking for. She still won't tell him what she wants from him, though. quote:"It will be, Jordan-Man," she assured me. Then the elves cleared away the remnants of the meal and faced the tree in a great circle. The King elf stood beside the trunk, clapping his hands for silence. "That's Crown-of-Thorns," Bluebell whispered to me. She was now perched on my shoulder, dangling her legs down into my right shirt pocket. She was so light I hardly felt her, and her grasp on my right ear, to steady herself, was like a caress. Jordan goes and gets a log, bringing it over. He's sure that the elves can't lift it. quote:But the elves intended to try! As I backed off, the twelve approached the log. They set themselves about it and got their little hands under it and heaved together. It wobbled but didn't lift. I was not surprised; since each elf was a quarter of my height, depth, and breadth, that meant each was about one-sixty-fourth my mass; that was why Bluebell was so slight on my shoulder. I could have supported her whole weight readily with my littlest finger. So each elf might be able to heft one-sixty-fourth what I could, and all twelve together--well, I'm not that apt at math in my head, but it seemed reasonable that all twelve elves acting in concert could lift only a fifth as much as I could, maybe less. Of course, I did not have my full strength back, and they had many little hands and had to lift the log only marginally off the ground. Still, chances were it was three times as heavy as they could manage. They manage to lift it next time, bringing it over to the area with the small rocks. Then half of the elves leave...and the other half lift the log. Then they bring it to the large rocks...and half of them leave again, with the other three lifting the log. quote:Bluebell tweaked my ear. "We Elves have magic you Men wot not," she whispered. Then, I swear, she kissed the rim of my ear. I'm not sure which startled me more--the log-lifting or the miniature kiss. What was going on here? Then they carry it closer to the tree, and two more leave, with only one elf carrying it the rest of the way. Jordan checks the log, and it isn't any lighter. Elves grow stronger near elf elms, you see. quote:"You mean--?" But already I saw that it was true. The stones--as the elves' strength increased, they had lifted larger stones. It had been no trick, just a demonstration. At the base of the tree, the strength of an elf became practically infinite. "Females too?" And that's why elves always retreat to the tree if attacked. Now Jordan tells them his story so far, and they're quite interested. He also demonstrates his healing talent by cutting his arm. They also give him some grog and Bluebell says it's time for her favor. quote:"This way," she said, leading me back to the tree. I walked somewhat unsteadily, feeling the grog. That is to say, groggy. (Pun Count: 52) quote:I stopped at the base of the trunk, but she proceeded to climb the elm. "I can't go up there!" I protested, eyeing the virtually vertical ascent. The tree was large, having had time to grow during the centuries the elves had protected it; two human men would barely be able to reach around it. There were no low branches; it was a great column rising to the mass of foliage far above. Yin-Yang, it seems, is near Castle Roogna. quote:She tired of teasing me. "Jordan, you force me to be direct, I want your help to summon the stork," she said, or words to that effect. "I want a baby--a halfling, able to be among men and elves." Back down the tree. Jordan finds he has been there three days, not three hours. They go to see the augur to foretell the fate of Bluebell's child. quote:The woman peered into its sparkles, which now seemed to have a different pattern. "A son," she said. "He will leave you when he matures and go seek a wife among the human kind. He will never achieve notoriety, but his descendants may." Jordan asks his own future, but the augur is not happy to tell it. quote:The elfess grimaced. "You will be doomed by a cruel lie," she told me. "Yet it is not the end. After your flesh has rotted, you will find true love." Pook is fed and watered, and Jordan is able to mount him up again, though he knows Pook's only been playing along for his own safety. Pun Count: 52 by the end of Chapter 4.
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Chapter 5. Jordan has returned to his full strength. He heads south, heading through dragon country. It's fairly quiet at first, but Pook smells something. Jordan thinks a bird must have gotten away from a predator, leaving some blood anf feathers. Pook seems confused, though, and follows the trail. The bird turns out to be a stork with a broken wing and a bundle in its beak - a baby.quote:Could Bluebell--? No. As I said, there was always a delay of several months before the baby was delivered. The bureaucratic lapse differed, and tended to be longest for human beings; evidently storks didn't like human people as well as they liked mouse people or gremlin folk or whatever. Certainly the wait was more than a day for elves. Besides, the bundle was way too big to hold an elfling. The stork asks if Jordan is friend or foe, and Jordan is surprised it can talk. He says he'll help. quote:"Uh, to help, I guess," I said awkwardly. I hadn't known that storks conversed with people like this. If they spoke our language, why did we have to make such intricate signals when ordering babies? It should be easier just to send a letter. No--immediately I realized that illiterates like me would never be able to order offspring, then; so there had to be a nonverbal or nonwritten signal. Anyway, I had never met a stork before; evidently their line of business required human communication at times, so they were trained for it. "But I don't know exactly what I can do. I'm not apt at healing others." The stork has to go to ogre country to deliver the baby, so Jordan offers a ride. It turns out to be a baby ogre, which has grabbed Jordan's wrist and has to be hit on the head until it lets go. It starts chewing on Pook's chains. They get moving, but a dragon is coming and the stork can't quite remember what the problem is to the south. quote:There was a sound. I felt a shiver; that was a dragon snort, off to the right. I was in no mood at the moment to take on a dragon! I urged Pook to faster speed, but he needed no urging; he fairly flew across the land. I looked back over my shoulder to check on stork and ogret; the stork had his feet hooked firmly into a chain, so was secure, but the ogret had chewed almost through the link he was working on. "Stop that!" I snapped at him, and he growled and continued chewing. The trouble with juveniles these days is that they have no discipline! Pook flees the dragon. However, a river dragon shows up as they hit a river. quote:"Hang on--I've got to fight!" I warned. Supposedly, barbarians fight just for the fun of it; that's a half-truth. They slam into the dragon sword-first, shoving the weapon right into the creature's brain. It isn't a mortal blow, but it is a painful one. Enough to distract the thing while they get away, but now the fire-breather catches up. Pook runs around it, getting it to flame its own tail painfully. They head south as the two dragons get entangled, escaping. A flying dragon goes after them, but they get it into a fight with a river dragon and escape it, too. Another flyer comes after them, but they head in a thicket...and find the Gap, which is what the stork forgot. It wasn't on the elf map. The flyer comes after them, blasting Jordan's right arm. He falls unconscious as his sword is hurled into the Gap. When he comes to, Pook is gone, the ogre baby is lying nearby, unhurt, and the stork is dead. Jordan is paralyzed. The dragon is coming around to eat. It devours the stork, then goes for the ogre. The ogre smacks it across the nose, and the dragon prepares to blast it with fire. quote:Just as the flame was ready, the ogret's ugly head popped out of the bag. Few things in Xanth are as ugly as an ogre's puss, and the sudden appearance of such a grotesquerie can be a shock. "Growr!" he growled in the dragon's face. If there is one thing worse than an ogre's puss, it's his growl. Jordan heals enough to move, though his arm is still baked. Pook returns, as more dragons are coming and he feels Jordan has the best chance of getting him out alive. They still have to deliver the ogre, too, since they owe it for saving Jordan. quote:I peered down the cliff. It was impassable. I looked east, along it--and saw the river. It flowed up the cliff face, over the lip, and on to the north, where I knew it broadened out into a refuge for water dragons. It hadn't occurred to me that a river could flow up a wall, but, of course, there was a lot of Xanth I hadn't seen before. I have heard it said that travel broadens the mind; it certainly was doing so for me! "Maybe there," I murmured. They head over to the river as Jordan's arm heals. The water is too shallow for the water dragons, but that means the land dragons can cross it. They decide to wade upstream, and find that doing so lets them walk down the wall of the Gap. The dragons lack the courage to follow them. Jordan tests whether they can leave the channel by throwing some water out - but no, it immediately falls down. Still, they're getting numb in the cold river. quote:I bent to peer into the water. Now I saw small fish swimming in it. I scooped one up--and cold stabbed through my hand. That was one cold fish! (Pun Count: 53) quote:"I wish I had a hotfoot," I said. "Or a hot dog. That would drive away the cold fish." But wishes wouldn't do me much good. I needed something more tangible and immediate. My feet were freezing! (Pun Count: 55) Jordan gets one of Pook's chains, using it to hang the ogre into the river. The ogre gets mad and roars, scattering the fish. This warms up the water. They repeat this three times as needed, until they reach the base of the Gap. Jordan decides against heading up the other side the same way, though. He gets his sword back and spots dragon tracks. They can hear the Gap Dragon coming, so they head the other way. Fortunately, Pook is faster. However, they're still stuck in the Gap, and the floor becomes ridges, forcing them to slow while the dragon can just whomp over them. Pook smells something that may help. They find a tunnel, ducking into it. The tunnel is long unused, but it goes out of the Gap, into ogre territory. Now all they have to do is deliver the baby. Still, they don't know where that should be. They stop to eat. quote:My assumption seemed to be correct. I offered him a banana, and he grabbed it in one hairy mitt, squished it in the center so that the pulp shot out at either end, and jammed the remaining skin into his maw. He took an apple, squeezed it so hard juice spurted, and gulped down the skin and seeds with evident gusto. This sort of eating was messy, but, of course, babies are messy eaters. I gave him a milkweed pod, afraid that he would just squish the milk all over himself, but this one he chose to swallow whole. Finally I gave him a pomegranate, and he really liked that; he knocked the granate on his head, cracking the stone open, then picked out the red, juicy seeds, threw them away, swallowed the stone, and burped up a seed he had overlooked. He was really sort of cute in his horrendous fashion. (Pun Count: 57) quote:I leaned back against an acorn tree. "What am I going to do with you, ogre baby?" I asked rhetorically as I held out a fruit-punch. Naturally the ogret punched it. Juice exploded, and the baby crammed the husk into his big mouth. He spat a seed at me that just missed my head and embedded itself in the tree trunk behind me and growled contentedly. The shudder of the seed-shock traveled up the trunk and caused the branches of the tree to shake, dislodging a corn, which thunked into the ground before the ogret. He picked it up and chewed on it. (Pun Count: 59) Jordan finds a tag on the baby, which he assumes has the address. quote:It was blank. Of course, I couldn't read, anyway, and wouldn't if I could--barbarians take justified pride in being illiterate--but that was a separate problem. How was I to get an address from this? Jordan reasons that the flash points the way to the parents. quote:I cut off a length of vine and tied it to the ogret's bag in such a way as to keep the baby inside while allowing him to look and reach out. Then I passed the vine over a sturdy branch and hauled the bundle of joy up about halfway; that kept the baby off the ground, which was no safe place at night even for a tyke as horrendous as this, and prevented him from going anywhere while I slept. As an afterthought, I sliced off a section of ironwood and passed it up. The hairy hand snatched it from my grasp, and the teeth happily gnawed on its end. It was a decent pacifier that should keep the ogret halfway quiet. (Pun Count: 60) They head to bed for the night. In the morning, they harvest rock candy and milkweed. (Pun Count: 61) Then it's off to the ogres. (Jordan wonders why the baby's diaper is still clean, and decides it must be self-cleaning.) quote:We headed in the direction indicated by the tag-flash, which was roughly southeast. We galloped through forest and plain, over hill and valley, past cliff and cave, monster and river. We passed curse-burrs, ant-lions, drifting magic-dust, a colony of fauns and nymphs, harpies, and a mouth-organ tree that tootled a low note of warning at us. It was a pretty dull trip. (Pun Count: 63) They head onwards, and they seem to get close to the tag's destination. They find an ogress, and Jordan swings the baby at her as she eats a tangle tree, hurling it. The mother catches the baby, happy, and Jordan flees. However, the male ogre spots him and gives chase. He can't catch them, but does hurl a huge boulder, which they barely avoid. quote:We managed to lose ourselves in an intricate pattern of geometrees, and the ogre gave up the pursuit. He wasn't very smart, for ogres are as stupid as they are strong, and that is the standard against which all other strength and stupidity is measured. He gave up the chase and went back to glower at the bundle of joy. (Pun Count: 64) They head on, now, northwest, towards Castle Roogna. Eventually, they arrive without any further difficulty. Pun Count: 64 by the end of Chapter 5. Mors Rattus fucked around with this message at 05:33 on Aug 25, 2013 |
# ? Aug 24, 2013 23:50 |
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Jordan the Barbarian posted:I was no Magician; my magic talent had to be tempered with moderation. This part never made sense to me. If he just healed quickly, but wasn't immortal, or he only healed after dying and being dead for a few days, then fine, not Magician caliber. But you can literally butcher Jordan, set aside the various bits, and he's pretty much fine a couple of hours later. You can even kill him, let his body rot to no more than bones, and put him back together centuries later. Speaking with inanimate objects somehow doesn't seem as impressive. And now I'm angry at myself for analyzing the cut-off point of Magician caliber talents. Anthony
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Alopex posted:Chem was brunette/brown a couple books ago. It was mentioned like half a dozen times in the gourd sequence alone. And now she's inexplicably blonde. I know this guy can't even keep personalities straight, but you'd think with how much emphasis he puts on the appearance of every last female character he'd be able to track that much. It's important that they look pretty. What they actually look like is entirely incidental, and only occasionally mentioned.
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# ? Aug 25, 2013 02:40 |
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Chapter 6. Jordan finds it difficult to approach Castle Roogna, as the trees seem overgrown and blocking the path.quote:Now that I thought of it, I realized I had encountered no men on my long journey here. Goblins, elves, ogres, yes--but these were only distantly related to men. Well, perhaps not too distantly related, in the case of the elves; Bluebell had been most womanlike, divinely feminine, when the adaptation-spell was in force. But where were the regular men and women? I had understood there were human villages scattered all around Xanth. Where were they? Jordan cuts at the trees with his sword, and Pook warns him just before a branch crushes him. quote:Pook neighed warning. I leaped back--and a solid branch crashed down where I had been standing, the kind they call a widowmaker. It was just as well I had avoided it, since I wasn't married so couldn't leave a widow. Apparently I had shaken the tree hard enough to dislodge some deadwood. Apt name for it! I kicked it out of the way and made ready to hack again. (Pun Count: 66) quote:But now, oddly, the branch was lower. In fact, it touched the ground. It would be easy for Pook to step over it. I considered hacking the rest of the way through it, anyway, to clear the path, but dusk was drawing nigh in the creepy way it had, and I wasn't sure what I would find ahead. Best not to expend more time here now. So I remounted Pook, and we stepped across and proceeded onward. Jordan decides to threaten the trees. quote:I decided to use Standard Barbarian Approach Number One: the direct threat of mayhem. I drew my sword again. They reach Castle Roogna itself, which is run down and covered in mildew. The moat monster is asleep on the job and there are no guards. quote:A woman appeared at the interior gate. She was middle-aged and dumpy, and her apron was dirty. "Welcome, Hero!" she exclaimed. "Do come in!" They give Pook a nice stall and some grain. Jordan warns Pook to be on guard and not eat too much, but Pook ignores him. quote:"That's pretty concentrated stuff," I warned him. "If you eat too much, you could get sick--" He snorted, sending oats flying; he knew what he was doing and didn't appreciate my meddling. I suppose I wouldn't have appreciated his cautions on women, sword-fighting, and such, either. We human beings can be awfully arrogant in little unconscious ways. Inside the castle, things look better repaired and cared for. quote:A man stood at the head of the table. He was old and bald and fat, with straggly white whiskers and sunken eyes. He wore a fancy robe and crown, so I realized he was the King of Xanth. Naturally I greeted him with the respect due his rank. "Hello, King," I said. The next morning, Jordan is awakened by the serving woman, who tells him to find his own food in the orchard, and that the king is indisposed. quote:"Oh. You mean the old boy doesn't want to talk today? Well, I guess I can wait." (Pun Count: 69) quote:When I went back inside, I decided to check on the old boy. I found King Gromden's door with a crown painted on it, so I pounded on that. There was no answer, so I pushed it open and went in. "You here, King?" I called politely. I didn't want anyone to think I was just barging in. The woman sends him to talk to Magician Yin. Tomorrow, he will talk to Magician Yang. They refuse to come together, due to their competitiveness. quote:I shrugged amiably. "Sure, I'll talk to anyone. I hope the old boy feels better soon. Maybe he's constipated; if you give him some prune juice--" But she was already bustling away. I suppose she was one of those people who didn't take kindly to good advice. Yin makes spells, you see. Jordan invokes the spell, which starts glowing. It will last until countered. However, Yin can't make a darkness spell - those are negative, and he can't make them. His twin brother, Yang, makes those. They are equals and opposites. One of them will be the next king, but they don't know which. quote:"Obviously Yang and I can't just throw spells at each other; they'd simply nullify one another and it would be even. We need to discover whose magic is more effective in practice. So we need a third party to use the spells for some practical purpose. Then we can ascertain whose spells are best." (Pun Count: 70) quote:"I see the point!" I agreed. "I'm just a backwoods barbarian, none too smart to begin with; I can't afford to be any worse than I am." The spells will be placed to confuse Jordan, so he'll overlook them, so he must remain alert. They can't be avoided, but he can prepare for them if he spots them in time. quote:I drew out the monster figurine. "This?" Of course, there will always be distractions and hostile terrain - especially on the return trip, when the object may distract Jordan. quote:"There is that," I agreed, wondering what "exponential" meant. I assumed it was just a highbrow Magician term for 'a lot.' "Just what is this object I'm supposed to fetch?" Jordan is bored for the rest of the day. He watches the Tapestry, and finds that the power of humankind has faded over time, and King Gromden isn't really believed in by the people any more. Gromden sends for him, and has recovered somewhat. quote:"My malady comes and goes," he said, "and each siege is to a new nadir. It derives as much from the soul as from the flesh. How I wish my wife and daughter were here! But--" He shrugged with deep regret. "A man can pay a lifetime for a moment's folly." The king asks Jordan to fetch an object. Jordan brings him a chip of stone. Gromden examines it, and then reports that it was quarried by centaurs and hauled in four centuries ago, to be made into the wall. quote:"The centaur who hauled this particular stone had a speckled hide and gray tail," he continued. "He struck one hoof against a root and issued a bad word, for which he was duly reprimanded by his superior on the crew." The next day, Jordan meets with Yang, Yin's identical twin in black. quote:"Naturally," he agreed, unsmiling. "We two represent the Good and Evil aspects of magic. Let's get on with this. Where are the spells?" Yang tells Jordan that Gromden is senile and the entire thing is just a setup to avoid scandal. Yang claims he'll be the best king because he isn't constrained by ethics like Yin is, and therefore he can't lose. Jordan knows he's not as smart as Yang, but he has doubts. quote:"Of course you don't, rube," Yang agreed. "So I will tell you. When I am King, I will reward you handsomely. Do you like nymphs? I will give you a barrel of nymph spells, each nymph good for a day and willing to do anything you say. Do you like food? I will arrange a feast every night. Creature comforts? The most comfortable creatures shall be yours." (Pun Count: 71) quote:"--whether I should accept the mission," I continued doggedly, "if I'm not even going to try. If I didn't know better, I'd suspect you were trying to bribe me to--" Pun Count: 71 by the end of Chapter 6.
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# ? Aug 25, 2013 05:33 |
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Chapter 7. Jordan sets out with his spells, Pook, a new bow and some arrows. He also has some cherry bombs and pineapples. (Pun Count: 73) He starts heading northwest, and decides to save the finder-spell for later, hoping he can use it after meeting the black compass to pinpoint the object once he's in its general area. The trees again give him a hard time, but Jordan threatens them again and gets past. They soon find a mountain range, which Jordan decides to climb.quote:Naturally, the obvious course is not necessarily the easiest one, as the firebird discovered when he tried to romance his reflection in the water and got his flame doused. But it was in the middling-rear of my mind that no one would have expected me to be dumb enough to go right over the top, so maybe there would be no evil spells there. This was really a test case--whether I could do the unexpected and mess up the predetermined path. If I couldn't be smart, I could at least be cunning. The slope gets steep as they go, and Pook needs help. They keep climbing, and eventually decide to make camp as it gets cold and dark. quote:The air grew cool, then cold; we were entering the snow region. Sure enough, a flock of snow-birds wheeled in the sky, coming to investigate us. I didn't know much about snow-birds, but didn't trust them, and neither did Pook. We moved faster, seeking to avoid them, but they came over and buzzed us. White powder drifted down from their wings. Then they were off and out of sight. (Pun Count: 74) Pook is nervous, however. Then Jordan notices that the snowflakes are just forming from the air. The snowflakes soon become very ornate, and he becomes distracted by their beauty. He guides Pook into a crevice, but he refuses to cross where the snowflakes form a bridge. Pook tells him it's a hallucination, and proves it because without illusion, he can't speak. The snow of the snow-birds is hallucinogenic. quote:"That is precisely what I mean, lunkhead. The only big flake around here is you. Now sit tight while I get us out of it." He picked his way on up the mountain. "Real snow cancels out the mind-bending snow. The cold freezes it, I think. No matter what you see, don't get off my back." Jordan continues to hallucinate as they head on, but eventually the cold gets to him and he can see reality. Jordan realizes Pook isn't tame, but considers him a friend. They stop in a not-quite-cave to get out of the wind and camp. Jordan heads to bed, but is awakened by a great danger. quote:I knew instantly what it was: a snowsnake. How utterly stupid of me to forget about them! They were snow-white and snow-cold and lived cin snow; it was difficult to see or hear them in their habitat. But they were poisonous and they liked fresh meat. (Pun Count ...75?) Jordan realizes the snakes can easily kill them and feigns sleep, trying to figure out how many there are. He can't see them in the dark, so he has to hope he's lucky. He calls for Pook, who squishes one snake as Jordan chops another. Now the snakes are fleeing and Jordan can easily clean them up. There are four dead by the end of it. Any survivors have fled. They spend the rest of the night on guard, then move on. By noon, they have crested the mountain ridge. That's when the black compass appears. Jordan briefly forgets his mission, then remembers it but has no idea where his target is. quote:And then I said: "Now's the time to invoke the finder-spell so I can restore my sense of location. Or whatever. That way I'll know where I'm going." Jordan invokes the compass, and the snow starts to shift, as the ground below softens, having turned to flesh. Jordan doesn't understand as the entire mountain starts to turn. This shouldn't be happening. Both white and black compasses have now disappeared, their magic gone. Jordan pulls out the white stone, which is what should have done this, and realizes that Yang switched the spells around somehow. Pook heads on down the slope as best he can, for the entire mountain is now flesh. They slide down, and Jordan realizes that maybe giving up would be best. quote:But as I said, the oink-headedness of barbarians is legendary, and justly so. Even though it now seemed pointless, I was determined to push on. I had agreed to undertake this mission and I always did what I said I would do if I could, even if it made no sense at the time. And who could tell; maybe my talent would heal me from being stoned. Of course, that might take a few years... As they continue down past the snow line, the mountain is stone again. They pause to eat, and Jordan realizes the mountain of flesh is shaking now, trying to get free of the stone. It is causing an avalanche. They decide to continue on. By darkness, the struggle of the mountain slows a bit, though it knocks a star from the sky, which lights the dry brush on fire. More stars start to fall, with more fires. They can't hurry, though, for they have to be careful of rocks. They go as best they can, but it isn't easy. quote:We came to a cul-de-sac. Ahead was a section so steep as to be clifflike, while the fires closed off the escape to the sides. We did not want to retreat back up the mountain, but did not want to stay in place, either. The ground was still shuddering with the motions of the tortured flesh, threatening to dislodge us from our perch. Behind, we heard the increasing sibilance of rushing water. We could soon be washed on down the cliff, becoming part of the waterfall! The flow of water heads down the channel, and Jordan uses it to fight the fires, making a path for them. They make it down off the mountain at last, safe. quote:I pondered the significance of what had happened. So Yang had switched the spells; he must have done that while handling them in my presence. Of course he had known what they were; he had pretended ignorance so as to have a pretext to touch each one. He had distracted me with talk of the futility of my mission so that I would not catch on to the real nature of his skullduggery. His attempt to bribe me had not been serious; why bribe me when he already had the situation in hand? He had indeed deceived me, obliquely. Not for nothing had he remarked on my bumpkinishness! He had proved it. Jordan knows the compass must be in his spells somewhere, but he doesn't want to waste them guessing. quote:I had supposed this adventure was going to be slightly tame for my taste. Abruptly it had become slightly too challenging. Elsie had tried to warn me that there could be days like this; naturally I hadn't listened. A barbarian who thinks he can interact on an equal basis with Magicians is a fool, indeed! Pun Count: 75 by the end of Chapter 7.
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Chapter 8.quote:In the middle of the day, the heat forced us awake. Pook had been grazing in his sleep; that's a talent his kind has that I was coming to envy. I foraged for bread sticks, picking them off a stale bread tree; they were better than nothing. Then we went on. (Pun Count: 76) They continue northwest, though Jordan is sure that's wrong. quote:As evening dawned--well, you know what I mean--we spied a region of caves and considered using one of them for the night. Barbarians, of course, are not far removed from cavemen. But in the shadows we heard myriad clicking sounds and saw little pincers lifted in eager anticipation of our flesh. Nickelpedes! No, these were smaller, but twice as fierce; they were dimepedes. They had ten little legs, and silvery pincers that could readily gouge out serrated disks of flesh. They couldn't do much to Pook's hooves, but all they had to do was scuttle to the flesh above and begin work. Certainly we were not about to lie down there! (Pun Count: 78) quote:So we found a little lake with a littler island and leaped across to that. The dimepedes could not swim--in fact, they sank in water like so many bits of metal--so we knew they would not bother us in the night. And since they would be foraging in this region under cover of darkness--they could not tolerate the full light of day, because that showed up the dirt on them--no other creature would be in this vicinity. We had an ideal nocturnal retreat. (Pun Count: 79) quote:"Well, sure," I agreed, seeing no harm in it. Some civilized folk think there is nothing good in the wilderness, but we uncivilized folk know that there are fewer threats to man among wild creatures than there are among our own violent kind. (Pun Count: 80) quote:Indeed it was so, for the angelfish made a little bubbly scream and fled, the devilfish chasing her with an evil leer on his gills. But she could not leave the region of the water, and the lake was small, so they went round and round in circles. (Pun Count: 81) quote:The fish dived below the surface. My boot struck the fringe of water--and stuck. Now, I knew boots could get pretty gunky, but they had never stuck to water before! I yanked--and found that something had clamped onto the boot's toe. It had giant dull pincers--and when I hauled harder, the whole thing came up, and I saw it was nothing but pincers, broad serrated things. "What's this?" I demanded. (Pun Count: 82) quote:Immediately the shellfish dropped off my boot and sank back in the water. I had bluffed it. (Pun Count: 84) quote:"Don't listen to him!" the angelfish called, pausing in her flight. Then she screamed, for in that moment of distraction the devilfish had caught up with her. He wrapped his fins about her quivering body and bore her down despite her struggles. The two disappeared under the surface, and only her little halo remained floating on the water. (Pun Count: 85) Seriously. Fish rape. quote:"You're a fool," the sel-fish said witheringly and swam away. They head onwards the next day, finding a strange gateway of trees. They don't like it, but it seems the only path. Soon, they are beset by a swarm of flies. quote:I muttered a repeller-spell. Some people claimed spoken spells didn't work in Xanth, but in my opinion those folk hadn't given them a fair trial. I used spells to make fire, put myself to sleep, abolish warts, adjust my eyes to sudden changes of light, ease pain, and the like; that sort of magic generally worked for me. Of course, it helped to have two magic stones to strike together for the first spark for the fire and to relax properly before using the sleep-spell; the magic took weeks or months to work on the warts and several seconds on the eyes; and there was only so much that incidental magic could do for pain. But weak magic was better than none at all, I always said, knocking on wood. Sometimes, when I was very tired and really needed to sleep, the sleep-spell zonked me out instantly, and that was a blessing. One simply had to understand the natural limitations of magic; then it worked just fine. Once in a while one encountered a bum spell, one that simply did not perform as advertised; then it was simply a matter of reporting it to the Barbarian Better Business Bureau, so that no one else would be deceived into using that spell. (Pun Count: 86) They fly the fire of the dragonflies, with Jordan cutting at those that get close. They spiral out and explode when they land. The dragonflies form up to take another pass, but Jordan deflects their flame back at them with his sword. Still, if the flies scatter, he can't block them all. However, they retreat for no clear reason. That's when the next evil spell flashes - the black monster. Jordan needs the monster-banish, but he's not sure which spell that is. They hear something coming after them and flee, instead. They end up trapped in a maze of foliage, as the thing chases them. quote:And another turn! This was awkward as anything! Now all of the pursuer came into view, and I recognized it at last--the tarasque. Of course--Yin had warned me of it. Of all the creatures I might have encountered here, this was the one I least preferred, now that I grasped its nature. The tarasque was technically a dragon, but not a normal one, for it possessed certain non-reptilian attributes. Its head was that of an ant-lion, it had six ursine legs--we don't have what the Mundanes call bears in Xanth, but we do have their legs--a big spiked carapace, and an ugly reptilian tail. All in all, an ugly customer. They keep outpacing it, but the maze is keeping them from truly escaping it. Jordan decides he has to risk a spell. He pulls out the monster figure and invokes it, but it is, of course, not the right spell. quote:My awareness enlarged as the white object faded from my hand. I knew we were in a maze-warren that might have only one exit, so that the tarasque could run down unwary prey at his leisure. That way the monster's slowness did not matter. Just as I had worn down Pook when I stalked him and herded him into an inescapable situation, so the tarasque would wear us down. Flight would not accomplish anything except tiring us out, and that was no good. It would be better to stand and fight while we were strong. (Pun Count: 87) quote:That also explained why Yang had tried to bribe me to quit. If he really believed I would fail, he had no need of bribery. But if my route was predestined, then I would find the object--unless I deliberately gave up the mission. It was not failure that stalked me, but success--assuming I could handle the hazards along the way. Presumably, if I got permanently killed, that would be the same as giving up, and the remainder of my predestined route would be voided. They find a good spot for ambush and ait. Jordan misses a chance to strike its torso, however, and its head is rather nasty. He draws his sword and dismounts, trying to talk, but naturally the monster just roars. quote:"I feel obliged to advise you that I am a primitive warrior type, excellent with my weapons," I said. Too bad the monster's carapace was so sturdy; it would resist the blast of a pineapple. Otherwise I would have had an easy way out. "If you should choose to back off now, I will understand." Jordan hits it in the shell to no effect, and is herded outside of his walled area. The tarasque turns, and Jordan grabs it and gets on top of it. It tries to bite him but can't reach. He chops off an ear. It can't buck him off, but he can't really hurt it. Its tial whiops up and slaps him, and Jordan can't evn turn to face it or it'll take out an eye. Getting away means getting back in range of the claws and teeth. Instead, he backs his way toward the tail, so that he can saw at its base. It causes the tarasque great pain, and it dislodges him by jumping. He stabs it in the face, making it even angrier. He cuts off a paw as it attacks, but it disarms him. He is backed iinto a corner, but he draws his knife and stabs it in the nose, twisting it. It jerks back, and he goes for the throat. He unds up underneath it, but the monster has no real idea how to deal with that. He stabs it again, and it loses its balance as it jerks back. He finds the legs aren't armored, either, and he can slice at those. However, it flops down on top of his hand, trapping him and breaking his leg after. Then he has to find it off with one hand, as his other hand is trapped by a leg. It nearly rips his arm off, then tries to eat him. Pook flees, briefly distracting the tarasque, and when it stops paying attention, he turns and kicks it in the back, hurling it off Jordan and sending it after Pook. Jordan is unconscious, and can't really object. Pook runs the maze backwards, outpacing the tarasque but not by much. The entrance, however, is closed by vines. The tarasque comes up behind him, and Pook leaps through the vines, kicking back at the tarasque as it comes. Then he gets out. The tarasque roars at the vines, scaring them away, and heads after Pook. But now, Pook is in his own element. He lures the tarasque about, as pookas can, and buys time for Jordan to heal. quote:Pook led the tarasque to the region of caves we had passed--the ones with the dimepedes. What was he contemplating? He could not hide there, for the dimes would nickel him to death. The tarasque becomes enraged, heading for Pook. He kicks it in the face, breaking its nose. quote:Then the horse sniffed, smelling something. Quickly he trotted to the side, where a ragweed bush grew. He snatched a rag between his teeth, ripped it off, held his breath, and trotted back to the tarasque, whose head was just emerging again from the carapace. Pook flung the rag onto the monster's nose and backed out of the way. (Pun Count: 88) quote:Now, ragweed was not a normal choice for cloth, because of a special and objectionable quality of the rags. No one wove ragweed into rugs or clothing, except perhaps as a practical joke, and not just because the rags were ugly. But in this case-- The dimepedes are also sneezing, and attacking the tarasque. Pook then heads back to the maze, having defeated the monster. Jordan is healing, but the dragonflies swarm him just as he wakes up. He gets burned terribly, losing his sight and smell and hearing - they do worse than the tarasque, in fact. Pook charges in and knocks the flies about, saving Jordan but thinking him horribly wounded. (Well, he is, but he'll heal.) Pook rolls him out of the maze, covering him in dirt, and manages to use a branch to get Jordan onto his back. Then Pook heads on northwest, seeking help. By the end of the day, Jordan begins to stir as Pook finds a cabin. Pun Count: 88 by the end of Chapter 8.
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Reminder that the framing device here is that this is a story being told to a five year old girl. If I were Jordan, I'd leave about the bits about the fish rape. Seriously, man, even for a barbarian. He just watched the poor thing get chased around and get caught only because she warned him about the shelfish? I know Anthony sets the bar pretty low for likeable protagonists but this is fairly bad.
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Chapter 9.quote:I woke in a bed of fragrant ferns. I saw the interior of the cabin, neatly ordered, with shelves bearing spices and herbs. In a corner was a strange, large, hollow gourd with strings stretched lengthwise across it. And sitting in a wicker chair was a quite pretty young woman in a brown dress. Jordan explains his mission to Threnody. quote:"Castle Roogna?" she repeated, interested in a peculiar kind of way. I should have noticed that, but didn't, then. He explains that Gromden is dying and that Yin and Yang are having a contest. He doesn't know what the object he has to fetch is. quote:"Sit down, Jordan," she said. "Let me tell you a story that you may not have heard. I'll serve you some wine." The chute drops into the Gap, and the fall and poison together kill Jordan. Pook goes to look, and he sets about getting down into the Gap via the west, where it intersects the sea. quote:I was not a pretty sight. My legs were broken, and my head had cracked open and spilled some of its contents out. Nothing important, just some gray matter that I suppose was stuffing or insulation. But it was messy, and there was a good deal of blood spread about. I was as dead as I had ever been. My sword was lying nearby, bent and chipped, too. That makes me sad to contemplate, for that sword had served me well and could not heal itself. Pook continues dragging the corpse around until nightfall, when he stops, afraid of falling, and takes a nap. However, he has to scare a goblin away and then smells a harpy coming for the carrion. He scares her away, too. quote:Then a smell developed. Pook sniffed and snorted, disliking it. For a moment he might have been afraid the stuff in the bag was decomposing. Then he heard crass flapping and realized it was a harpy. The ugly-faced avian crone loomed near, sensing her type of prey: namely, something helpless. But Pook squealed warning and reared up, milling his forehooves and clanking his chains, and she reconsidered. "I didn't know that carrion was yours, pooka!" she screeched. "Most nags don't eat meat. Next time, let a girl know, you blippety blip!" I doubt I am repeating the exact words she used, as they weren't nice words; they flattened Pook's ears against his head and caused the scuttlings in the vicinity to curl up and die Jordan awakens, and nearly kills Pook form shock. He is weak, but awakened. quote:"Say, didn't I hear a harpy in the night?" I inquired. "You shouldn't have driven her off; you should have used her for stork fodder." (Pun Count: 89) quote:After a moment, Pook recovered from his amazement and disgust, decided it was really me back alive, and came to nuzzle my hand. "Oh, didn't you understand about me?" I asked him, realizing that he hadn't actually seen me heal before, not all the way from death. He had always been away, avoiding dragons or searching for an exit from Callicantzari caves or battling a tarasque. "My magic talent is to heal rapidly from wounds or whatever. If I lose part of my body, I regrow it; if I am killed, I recover. You must have collected everything together for me, so I could recover most rapidly. Thank you, Pook; that was very nice of you." They make it to the top by noon. Jordan goes to get food, and trips over the black stone spell. His foot starts turning to stone. He kicks the spell away, to keep it from catching anyone else. (Except maybe the goblin and harpy.) Then he grabs for a counterspell as his other foot starts turning to stone. The dirt in his brain seems to make him think the stone-to-flesh spell hasn't already been used, and his rushing keeps him from thinking. He pulls out the white doll, and invokes it. Suddenly, he has the compass effect pointing him at the object. Of course, he's still turning to stone. He eventually dies of it. cPook realizes he may recover, however, and keeps a guard on him. quote:Creatures did appear. One was a small feline on the prowl for prey, but Pook stomped a forefoot and it fled, for it was a scaredy cat. A swarm of frisbees flew over, but they were only interested in flowers. They were shaped like little disks and they sort of glided down to a flower, then spun away to the next. A long, dark shape flapped in, its wings leathery, its body like a thin club; it was a baseball bat looking for a baseball. There was none here, as the bases generally held their balls in the evenings, so it flapped on past. Some June-bugs buzzed me; no, they were je-june bugs, comparatively dull and uninteresting. A bird flitted about the tree under which I lay, a brown thrasher, but there was nothing brown here to thrash, so it dropped a dropping on my nose, taking me for a statue, and flew off. Now I understood why sculptures objected to birds! (Pun Count: 95) Eventually, Jordan returns to being flesh, thanks to his talent. At dawn, he can sit up, though his limbs remain stone. His talent is quite strained, and was unable to finish the job. Jordan figures it'll take a few hours or maybe days. quote:Well, I couldn't blame it. In a few hours or days, I was sure my magic would recover its strength and polish off the remaining stone; meanwhile, I would have to function on an as-was basis. In retrospect I conclude that my talent, having expended its last gasp getting me mostly restored, lost track of the job and assumed that I was supposed to be partly stone, for it did not rush to complete the job when it could have. Just as a man coming into a strange house does not realize if a chair is out of place, my reviving talent did not realize that the stone foot and hand were wrong. But this is only conjecture, long after the fact; I don't really understand magic. Jordan doesh is best to walk, stand and move while partially stone, eating some fruit and heaidng after the arrow in his mind. They approach Threnody's cabin, and realize the object is there. quote:I sighed. I would just have to go and get it. I knew Threnody would not be pleased; after all, she had already killed me twice to prevent me from getting the object. Now I would have to take it from under her nose. But I'd have to do it quickly and get away from there before she found some other way to kill me. I couldn't blame her for not wanting to have someone bring her back to Castle Roogna, but I did object to being killed, even if it wasn't too serious a matter. Pun Count: 95 by the end of Chapter 9.
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