Xone Of Contention (33 page)

The nymph rolled on into Pia—and through her. It was an illusion. But those bright, full panties would take men out regardless.

“Justin.” Breanna said urgently, "maybe you'd better—before one of them flashes you.”

“I didn't want to use this, but I see I must,” Justin said with regret He drew from a pocket something that to Pia's peripheral vision looked like a big letter D. He flipped it at the cluster of nymphs.

There was an explosion. Pieces of nymph and skirt and panty flew out in every direction, dissipating, but Pia didn't feel anything physical.

“Hey. what happened?” Edsel asked, blinking.

“Justin destroyed them with his dee-tonate,” Breanna said. “It blows things up. He set it for illusions, so it blew up only the illusion.”

“But I was just about to see them do the high kick,” Edsel complained

“And it would have freaked you out five-fold.” Breanna retorted. “A one panty freakout is over as soon as eye contact is broken, but when there are several, the effect is geometrical. You'd have been out for days, and we can't afford that.”

“Oh.” Edsel looked both disappointed and sheepish

“But Pia's spook is still coming,” Justin said. “And we can't stop it.”

“We'll just have to run for it,” Breanna said. “Maybe it can't go beyond the edge of the Fanta Sea. Go. Para!”

The boat lurched forward. They reached the bank, and the boat heaved out of the water and across the land. Were they safe?

Pia faced back, watching, because she had no choice. For a while they gained on the horror, but then it floated off the water and over the land. It was still coming.

“Well, we'll figure out something.” Breanna said uncertainly. “Keep going. Para. To the snow mountains.”

The boat ran along at an excellent clip. Slowly the pursuing apparition lost ground, and finally disappeared behind a turn in the forest. Pia's gaze was freed. But she knew the thing had not given up. It would pursue her until it caught her.

“The locket!” Breanna exclaimed. “You can put it in the locket.”

“An illusion?” Edsel asked

“For sure. That locket takes in anything you ask it to, and won't let it out until you say so.”

“But Willow has the locket.” Pia reminded her.

“Oh. bleep! I forgot. Well, we'll just have to stay out of its way until we get the locket back.”

Para made excellent time, and before long they were rising through the foothills of the mountains. Pia could tell, because the hills were shaped like giant feel.

But this also slowed the forward progress of the boat. The pursuing hump was floating, and had no problem with climbing; it came back into sight, slowly closing in.

“It's going to catch us,” Breanna said. “Before we get there, and before Willow brings back the locket.”

“What can I do?” Pia wailed.

“There is only one way to deal with inescapable terror,”

Justin said. “That is to face it and conquer it.”

"But I can't face it!”

“Then it will destroy you,” he said regretfully.

“But it's not physical,” Edsel said. “It's just emotion.”

“Emotion suffices,” Justin said. “It can wipe out the mind. It is called insanity ”

“So if she flees it, and it catches her, she's doomed.” Edsel said. “But if she faces it down, maybe she'll make it.”

“That is the situation ”

“Maybe not.” Breanna said. “Has anyone ever tried to intercept one of those things? I mean, someone it's not aimed at?”

“I do not believe so. But—”

Breanna jumped out of the boat, caught her balance, and stood in the path of the spook. “Come on, spook,” she cried. “You've got to get through me first.”

The thing loomed up—and passed right through the girl. Breanna couldn't touch it.

Pia knew what she had to do. “If I can't escape it, I might as well face it.” she said. She got out of the boat and stood beside a small pond. This was not courage, but desperation; she was quaking.

The hump sailed toward her. followed by Breanna. But the girl stopped when she saw Pia. This was something that only Pia could tackle.

Pia hoped she looked brave from a distance. It certainly wasn't the case up close. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking, and she knew her eyes were dilated. The only thing that stopped her from turning to run away was her certainty that it would catch her and be even worse than if she faced it.

The thing loomed close. It slowed, orienting on her. It began to assume the form of a person, or rather, a horrible parody of a person. “Who are you?” she demanded timorously.

The shape continued to clarify. It became female, with a shapely body, a heart shaped face, green eyes, and long dark brown hair. It looked weirdly familiar. In fact—

She looked at its reflection in the pond. Beside it was her own reflection. The two figures were the same.

She was terrified of herself!

She was indeed terrified, and it was her image. But behind the fever of her fear, a certain animal cunning lurked. Were things really as they seemed? Or was this apparition fooling her in a way she did not understand?

She peered at the thing, and saw that its face was colored. Did that mean something? It was black. What did that mean? Red might be rage, green might be jealousy, blue might be sick, yellow might be fear, but what was black? She was sure it had nothing to do with race; Breanna of the Black Wave had abolished any such concern. It had to be an emotion—she felt it almost overwhelming her—but which one?

“What are you?” she asked.

The figure moved closer. Its face began to show the highlights of a skull. But it wasn't death, just a comparison to death. Something she'd rather die than do. Or, rather, admit.

“What awful secret do you hide?” she asked desperately.

The figure reached for her. She knew it would blast her mind if she didn't counter it. But how could she do that it she didn't know what it was?

Desperately she reviewed her concerns, frustrations, and fears. She couldn't think what it was. But there was something much worse than a cookbook. So bad that she couldn't recognize it even when it stared her in the face. What was this black emotion?

Then she did something extremely nervy, for her. She reached out and touched the thing's hand.

Suddenly the emotion clarified. It was Guilt! She was so horribly guilt-ridden for something that she couldn't even face it. But now she had to, lest she be destroyed by it. What was her guilt?

Then, slowly and painfully, it came to net. Her guilt was about Edsel. And his friend Dug. For she had been Dug's girlfriend, and tired of him, supposing Edsel to be more entertaining. So she had flashed a bit of this at Edsel—the figure's blouse faded to show breast and cleavage—and a bit of that—it showed high thigh. And in a moment she had captured his fancy. Then all that remained was to engmeet an exchange. It had been almost too easy. So Dug was without girlfriend, and Edsel was with her. And Pia was satisfied.

But it had been dirty. Dug was a fine man, eminently undeserving of such treatment. Oh, he had found another girlfriend, in Kim, and was happy now. But that did not ameliorate Pia's guilt for the way she had treated him. She should have been up-front, told him how she felt, assured him that it was no fault in him, and wished him well. Instead she had covertly dumped him.

And now, long after she thought she had buried it forever, that guilt had returned to haunt her. To overcome her. The girls of Xanth thought that there was shame in accidentally showing their panties. They didn't know what real shame was.

The irony was that there was nothing she could do about it. Dug was better off with Kim than he had been with Pia—and Pia was worse off with Edsel than she had been with Dug. She had been doing neither Dug nor Edsel any favor. She wasn't worth their company. She would be doing them both a favor by getting the bleep out of the picture.

“You win,” she said to the awful figure. Then she turned and leaped into the pond.

In half a moment she realized that even in this she had messed up. First, she couldn't drown herself, because she was to good a swimmer and the pond was too small. Second, the water was only knee deep. She had gotten soaked for nothing.

Para was there, floating to her rescue. But Pia waved him away. “I guess I really can't escape.” she said. “I have to deal with it.” The odd thing was that she was feeling better now, despite her bedraggled condition She felt better than ever, physically, and more confident emotional.

She saw the others in the boat. Breanna dipped her hand in the water, and opened her mouth, but Justin cautioned her, and she was silent. They were leaving Pia alone to settle this herself, in whatever way she could.

She stood and strode out of the pool toward the figure “I know what I have to do.” she said. “I have to stop bursing, stop running, and handle my guilt. I have to learn from bad experience. I can't change the past, but I can change the present and the future. I can stop being so stupidly, shallow and start being a better woman. I can make sure that I never wrong a good man again.” She turned to look at Edsel. “And I can bleeping well do everything I can to make our marriage work.”

She turned back to face the spook. “I can do all the things I wouldn't do before. I can learn to cook. I can do the laundry. I can—” She paused with dawning surmise. “I can have children, and be a mother. I can do the whole family bit. So that I have nothing to feel guilty about any more.”

Then she walked right into the figure “So do your worst. spook. I'm ashamed of how I was. but I don't have be that any more.”

But the figure was gone. It had dissipated as she touched it. She had banished the spook.

Para came up to her, carrying the others. “That pool,” Breanna said “Do you know what it is?”

“Not deep enough.” Pia said. “I'm a mess.”

“It's a healing spring.” Breanna said. “We didn't realize before.”

“A healing spring?” Pia asked blankly.

“Whatever injuries or whatever you have, it makes them better.”

“The only problem I have are physical and emotional.” Pia said “My diabetes and my attitude. And I'm fixing the second.”

“I think it fixed the first.” Breanna said. “How ate you feeling now. Physically?”

“Cieat. I Never better. But diabetes isn't something a mere splash in a pool can fix.”

“Why not?”

Pia considered. “Well, I don't know. But if I discover that I can get along without insulin shots, then I'll know.” She turned to Edsel. “Meanwhile, I'll do what I can, Ed, the marriage is on.”

“On?” he asked, looking as if he expected this to be a joke.

“And we'll do it your way. With children and home cooking.”

“I—I don't understand.”

He had been too far away to overhear her dialogue with the guilt spook. She climbed into the boat and hugged him. “You will. But right now you'll have to settle with me wet.”

“Any way you want!” he agreed enthusiastically. “Here's a towel.” He started drying her off, somewhat ineffectively.

“Wrap her in a blanket,” Breanna suggested. “Meanwhile, we had better get on into the mountains.”

“For sure,” Breanna said. She looked around. “Monica, time to get back in the boat.”

The child came running back from the bushes. “Look what I found!”

“First in, then tell.” Breanna said

The boat resumed his trek, while Edsel swathed Pia in a voluminous blanket so she could get out of her clothing and get thoroughly dry. She knew this wasn't the occasion to go naked again.

“So what did you find?” Breanna asked DeMonica.

“A slug.”

“Yuck!”

The child laughed. “No, not a real slug. A lake slug. That pretends to be a coin or something. See. it takes any shape I want.” She held up a tiny dark disk. In her hand it shaped itself into a thimble, then a star.

“Hey, that's clever,” Edsel said. “Can I make it work too?”

“Sure.” The child delighted in teaching the man how to do it. Edsel had always been good with children; it was Pia who hadn't wanted any until now. If by any chance they had succeeded in getting the stork's attention, she would keep what it brought her. Of course this was Xanth. and they were in borrowed bodies, so it didn't count. But the principle was there. In Xanth or Mundania, she knew Edsel would be happy to cooperate.

It was getting on time for her shot, but she didn't feel the need. She pricked her finger and did the blood test, and it showed she was perfect. Could she really be rid of her ailment? That seemed too good to be true. Yet she continued to feel great, physically, and good mentally too. It was as if the healing spring had healed her emotions as well as her body. As if it had made her whole.

They came into the region of snow. It was smaller and higher than it had been; more snow had melted. That meant that more water was flowing down to flood the valley. The Demon CoTwo needed to be stopped immediately. Which was of course why they had gone for the magic locket.

“The locket!” Pia exclaimed. “Where's Willow?”

“She must have been delayed.” Breanna said. “She wouldn't stand us up deliberately.”

“But what if CoTwo comes?”

“Don't speak his name!” Breanna said.

Too late. A dark swirling cloud formed. “Did I hear my name?” the voice of the demon came.

“We're in for it now,” Breanna said darkly.

“You got that right. Blackwave darling,” the demon said, as his tawny body took muscular shape. “Didn't I tell you to stay away from here?”

“I’ll distract him,” Edsel said, jumping out of the boat. “You get out of range.”

Para turned, ready to flee

“Not so fast, quackfoot,” CoTwo said, reaching out to hook a huge finger into the back so as to hold the boat in place. “I think you would make excellent kindling.”

“I’ll distract him,” Pia said, scrambling out. her blanket still around her. “To stall for time.”

The demon gazed down at her. “What have we here? A shrouded nymph?”

“A shrouded woman, ” Pia said bravely. She opened the front of her blanket.

“Well, well. Aren’t you the shapely one. What are you up to. sensual creature?” He lifted his finger from the boat, and it scooted away. But then he aimed a blast of air at it, and boat and remaining occupants tumbled headlong into the river.