Xone Of Contention (27 page)

“I never thought about the morality of making robots or golems before,” he said. “But does seem cruel.”

“Too bad she can't be real.”

“Grundy Golem became real. Maybe if she does a good job on this mission, she will be similarly rewarded.”

“I hope so.” Then Pia proceeded to put him into the kind of rapture only she could manage.

In the morning they emerged from the bedroom to find that another bedroom had been formed for Justin and Breanna. Edsel wondered how far the girl had managed to take the former tree this time. He knew that Pia had been encouraging him, but old inhibitions died hard. He felt guilty for the thought, but would have loved to snoop on their nocturnal activity.

Tristan appeared. “Is everything in order?”

Edsel started to answer, the realized that the question was actually about the time travelers. He closed his eyes and tuned in.

Grey and Robota were walking along the path “Yes, they seem to be headed south, after a safe night.”

Edsel and Pia had a Mundane breakfast of cereal and fruit and cocoa. It was amazing how Pewter could shape reality within his cave. Then they tuned in again on the time travelers.

They were approaching a female centaur, who was bare breasted, in the fashion of her species. Now Edsel knew that Grey did notice such things, for the image remained firmly framed in his vision. “Hello.” he said. “I am Grey Human, and this is my companion Silica Elf.”

“I am Cassie Centaur.” the centaur replied. “Or if you prefer. Cassie Girl ” She became a human woman, suitably clothed. “My parents suffered an encounter at a love spring, so I am a crossbreed.”

“My talent is minor prophecy.” Grey said, completing his introduction.

“Mine is to go in and out of the Void.”

“That is remarkable.” Grey said. “I would not care to go near the Void. But I would have thought your talent would be the ability to change between your two forms.”

“No. that's inherent. Most crossbreeds assume aspects of both parents; I must be one or the other, in turn. So it is independent of talent. Some of the inert mertaurs have talents too.”

“The mertaurs?”

“They are quite rare, so it's not surprising you haven't encountered them. Centaur/merfolk crossbreeds, with human heads and arms, equine bodies, and aquatic tails. I'm going to visit them now.”

“We wish you a good visit. We are going to the North Village to see the king.”

“You are on the right path. Proceed on south ” They separated amicably and went their ways. Robota was pleased because her identity had not been challenged. Centaurs were intelligent, observant folk. so that was a good sign.

Edsel took several small jumps forward. bypassing the hours of dull walking Pia kept pace with him, so they wouldn't get out of phase with each other.

Grey and Robota entered the North Village. This was where the Storm King lived. But before they approached the rather meager palace, they checked in with the village elders, Roland and Bianca. These were, Justin explained as he and Breanna emerged from their bedroom, the parents of Bink. who had recently been exiled from Xanth for lacking a magic talent.

Grey and Robota needed an introduction to King Aeolus, and Roland and Bianca were the ones to do it.

“I am a traveling man with the talent of minor prophecy.” Grey said when Roland answered the door. “This is Silica, of the Mineral Elves, whom I am protecting.” Robota was in regular elf form. about a quarter the height of Grey, but proportioned exactly like a human woman, with not too much bosom. "She is interested in studying weather, and would like to meet the Storm King. So we come to you, as Village elders, to ask for an introduction to the King.”

Edsel opened his eyes. “Is this ethical?” he asked.

“For not sure.” Breanna said. “What's happening?”

“Grey is claiming to have a talent of minor prophecy. This is the second time he has done so.”

“That is his cover story.” Tristan said. “You will understand that they can under no circumstances tell the truth, for that would lead to immediate chaos as every person sought to know his personal future, and Xanth would be changed irredeemably. Neither can they avoid identifying themselves, for that could arouse suspicion. So they must have persuasive false identities.”

“But this is lying.”

Pia looked at him “When did a lie ever stop you Ed?”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you wanted to get a girl into bed.”

“That's different.”

“Perhaps this is not a fit subject for discussion at this time." Justin said.

“Why not?” Breanna asked. “I'm interested. It's okay to lie when—?”

“I apologize!” Edsel said “I'm sorry I brought up the subject.”

“I guess lying in a good cause is okay.” Breanna said doubtfully.

“Oh?” Pia said. “The end justifies the means?”

“Well—”

“The end of getting a girl into bed?”

“You have a point,” Breanna said. “It's not right.”

“But the alternative would be to completely change Xanth's present,” Tristan said.

Pia and Breanna looked at him. “Oh, that.” Breanna said.

Edsel wanted to get off the subject. “Why don't we agree that lying is wrong, but that what Grey and Robota are doing is role playing. They must maintain their roles, as the truth would either be not believed, or would have devastating consequences.”

The others considered, then exchanged nods.

“What is happening?” Tristan asked.

Edsel and Pia closed their eyes. “And the King banished him,” Bianca was saying. “Because he couldn't demonstrate any magic.”

Edsel repeated that to the others.

“She's talking about Bink,” Justin said. “He was believed to have no magic. Actually he has Magician-caliber magic, but it is indefinable.”

“He will return,” Grey said reassuringly. “I can't tell exactly how or where, but I foresee his return, in good health, and acceptance in Xanth.”

“Oh, that's such a relief!” Bianca said.

“Is she trusting, or desperate?” Pia asked.

“Desperate,” Justin said. “By all accounts she was a fine person and loving mother. Her talent was the replay she could in a spot area set time back five seconds, so that a scene could be briefly replayed. It was very useful when someone misstepped or hit his thumb with a rock. Roland's talent was the freeze, he could make a person stop in place, not even breathing, until freed. As a couple, they could be formidable, but they never abused their powers.”

The appointment with the king was made Edsel and Pia skipped ahead to that, They didn't seem to be able to return to any prior scenes, so learned to be cautious about fast-forwarding. But so far there was no indication of any trouble. No one questioned the identity of the time travelers, and they were making no waves.

But Edsel was uneasy. He knew that sometimes the simplest things could go drastically wrong. In this case, the wrongness could be extremely subtle and extremely unfortunate. He refused to be lulled into complacency.

That afternoon, in the past, Robota got to meet Aeolus the Storm King. He was an old man, feeble, and surely not much longer for kingship.

“I am Silica, of the Mineral Elves," Robota said, flashing her most winning smile. She was getting it down well, it almost lighted the room.

“And who are you?” Aeolus asked Grey.

“I am Grey, with the talent of minor prophecy. I am helping Silica find her way through the human kingdom.”

Justin nodded when Edsel reported that. “Xanth elves associate with particular elm trees, and their strength is inversely proportional to their distance from their home trees,” he said. “They are super-strong near their own elf elms, but very weak when they are too far from them. An elf maiden would need help in the human domain.”

“The King is inquiring their business with him.” Pia reported.

Edsel tuned back in. Robota was answering. “I am studying weather, as it affects our activities. Please demonstrate a storm for me.”

The Storm King's answer was gruff. “No.”

“But I need to observe weather magic, so I can understand it.”

“My talent is not a parlor game,” Aeolus said. “I invoke it only when there is legitimate need.”

Robota argued, but the King would not budge. “The truth is that his talent faded with age,” Justin said. “He seldom invoked it toward the end.”

“Did you tell them that?” Edsel asked.

“Oh, yes. they know,” Tristan said. “But the King still has some power, and she can analyze its nature when he uses it. Then my master will be able to duplicate it with full power. So they will do their utmost to get him to demonstrate it.”

“Get on it,” Pia said, her eyes closed. “This is getting heavy.”

Edsel closed his yes. “A wiggle swarm to the south?” the King was asking incredulously. “There hasn't been one of those for decades.”

“Nevertheless, I see one coming,” Grey insisted. “You could destroy it with a solid storm.”

“Why should I believe the word of a stranger?” Aeolus asked.

Grey spread his hands. “I can't prove that my prophecies are correct until they come true. But in the past they have been reasonably accurate.”

“Well, if a wiggle swarm comes, we'll see about it,” the King decided. “I'm not at all sure a storm will blow wiggles away; they can drill right through stone.”

Edsel reported that, doing ongoing narrative as he listened: he was getting better at it. Pia corrected him on details, as she saw the same scene through Robota's eyes and ears.

“That king may be old, but he's not stupid,” Breanna remarked.

Then Grey found a prophecy that made an impression. “I see Evil Magician Trent returning with an army to conquer Xanth.”

“Oops,” Breanna said. “If he warns the Storm King, won't the King stop the invasion, and Trent will never conquer Xanth. and all history be changed?”

“Not so,” Justin said. “Trent didn't take Xanth by force. Aeolus died, and they gave Trent the crown.”

“Oh.” Breanna said ruefully “I keep forgetting that you lived Xanth history. You were there.”

“And you are here now,” Justin said. “You were well worth waiting for.”

The Black Wave girl tried her best to blush, with imperfect success.

The Storm King seemed much more alert to this threat than the one from the wiggles. He walked to the wall where a magic mirror hung. “The border.” he said.

A picture formed in the mirror. It showed a group of men out beyond a shimmering border. They were setting up cages on the other side of that shimmer, which Edsel realized was the deadly magic shield that prevented anyone from crossing, before Trent took power and shut it down.

“There is something happening out there,” Aeolus said. “I had better prepare.”

“So will you demonstrate your talent?” Robota asked, favoring him with her most winning smile, and a rather nice flash of elfin bosom.

Old and feeble as the King was, he was not completely immune to the wiles of lovely women. “Yes. Wait here.”

The King departed the chamber, through a door that opened magically to let him pass. Immediately Robota tried to follow, but the door balked her. Then Grey touched it, nullifying its magic, and they went through.

Aeolus was opening a magic strongbox. He reached inside to lift something out. but his hands came up empty. Yet there was a faint sparkle.

The King straightened up and turned—and saw Grey and Robota standing there. “You saw!” he said, chagrined. “What did they see?” Edsel asked, mystified. “We don't know,” Tristan said. “This is new to my master.” Then Grey caught on. “Your soul is in that box!” he said. “But why?” Robota asked.

The king looked frightened but canny. “I will tell you. if you will promise not to tell anyone else.”

“Not within fifty years,” Grey promised, and Robota agreed. He was aware that the information was being transmitted fifty-seven years to the future Also, spreading a truly significant secret might change Xanth history, and they couldn't afford that.

“That's good enough.” Aeolus took a deep breath. He was standing up straighter, and looked better, now that he had his soul with him. “This is a soular cell, made by Magician Yin/Yang centuries ago. It prevents aging and death for the person who stores his soul inside. I don't need to have my soul with me all the time, so I store it here so I won't die.”

“But you're already pretty old,” Robota said.

“Yes. I got this box only a year ago. and it can't undo the age I suffered before then. But I can remain my present age for a long time. Unfortunately, my talent remains with my soul, so when I need to invoke it. I must recover my soul for the occasion.”

“So you're not really senile,” Grey said. “Just soulless.”

“That is correct. I pretend senility in order to avoid onerous tasks.”

“Well, demonstrate your talent, and we will depart and never see you again,” Robota said.

“Will a small storm do?”

“Certainly.” She smiled engagingly.

Aeolus concentrated on the center of the room. In a moment a cloud formed. It thickened and swirled. Then a little bolt of lightning shot out, and there was a crack of thunder. A small rain shower followed.

“Wonderful!” Robota exclaimed, clapping her little hands. “Great demonstration.”

The storm dissipated. The Storm King walked back to the soular cell.

Aeolus made a clutching motion at himself. Something sparkly lifted from his body. He crammed it into the box and pushed down the lid. He had put away his soul.

He turned toward them. “Now you will go. and be silent.” he said.

“Yes,” Grey agreed.

They left the chamber with the king, so this time Grey did not need lo nullify the door. Then the Aeolus bid them farewell, and they walked out of the palace. “You got what you need?” Grey asked Robota

“Yes. Now I understand the secret of weather magic. My master will be able to duplicate it.”

“Then walk with me, and do not argue.”

“Argue?”

“When I do something surprising.”

Perplexed, Robota agreed.

They walked north, out of the North Village. But the moment they were out of sight of it. Grey picked her up and stepped off the path into the brush. “Revert to golem size,” he whispered.