Authors: Piers Anthony
Tags: #Fiction, #Fantasy, #General, #Princesses, #Magic, #Epic, #Fantasy fiction; American, #Xanth (Imaginary place)
"Switching readily from one to the other, according to the
need, to fool intruders."
"According to the need," she echoed. "Grey, I think
you've got it!"
"I do?"
"There must be a command or something to change the
castle, to make it different. Something he could invoke."
Grey nodded. It was making sense! "We'd better invoke
it soon; Mae is almost here."
"I'll try." Ivy took a breath. "Castle—change form!"
They waited, but nothing happened. Ivy tried other
commands, but nothing worked.
"Uh, maybe since it's my service we're doing," Grey
said. "I mean, it's my problem, having to serve Com-
Pewter, so I'm the one who owes the Good Magician the
service. The castle—well, it sorta has to cooperate, if—"
"It sorta does," Ivy agreed, mimicking him again.
"Well, give it a command."
Grey turned to face the main portion of the castle. "In
the name of Good Magician Humfrey, change form!" he
intoned.
There was a rumble. The castle shook. Walls slid
around. In a moment the platform they were on heaved,
and the stones of the wall rose up high.
Grey discovered Ivy in his arms. They were no longer
on a parapet, but in a cupola whose arched windows over-
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looked the moat. They could see the slanting roofs of the
castle, different from before. The entire layout of the cas-
tle had changed.
"It obeyed me!" Grey exclaimed, amazed.
"You didn't believe your own reasoning?" Ivy inquired
archly. "That it had to cooperate, if you were to perform
the service for the Good Magician?"
"I guess my faith wasn't strong," he agreed. Then he
looked down again. "But we still have to deal with Mae."
"Well, the drawbridge is up, so that may slow her,"
Ivy said.
"The Maenads can swim; they love to bathe in their
wine spring. Except for—" He brightened. "That's it!"
"That's what?"
"She doesn't like blood! Is there a vial of imitation
blood in the collection? I mean, something that would—"
"Gotcha, Magician!" Ivy said. "Grace'1!"
The lady skeleton appeared. "Something funny has
happened''—she began.
"All under control," Ivy said smoothly. "Is there a vial
of blood in the chamber?"
"Certainly. Concentrated blood extract."
"That should do. Pour it into the moat."
The skeleton, not having much brain, didn't argue. She
went off to find the vial.
They watched from the cupola. In due course a bony
hand extended from a lower window. Something dribbled
into the moat.
Abruptly the moat turned deep red. It looked as if the
river of blood from Girard had been diverted and now
coursed around the castle. There was even a wisp of vapor
rising from it, as if it were hot. The Good Magician's vials
remained potent!
Mae came to the brink and stared into the moat, evi-
dently appalled. She had left the Maenads because she had
no taste for fresh blood; what would she do now? Well, if
her concern was less than critical, this would cause her to
turn around and go back to Mount Parnassus, saving them
trouble.
The woman put her hands to her "face in a gesture of
grief. Suddenly Grey felt like a Mundane heel. She was
weeping!
The color of the moat faded in the vicinity of the Wild
Woman. The water turned clear, the clearness spreading
slowly outward. What was happening?
"Her tears are washing out the blood," Ivy said. "I
didn't know Maenads could cry."
"Maybe true ones can't," Grey said. "I think she is
surmounting the first challenge."
"And we still don't know what her problem is or how
to fix it!" she exclaimed.
Grey nodded. "We're here for only a few days, but I
want to do the best I can while I am here. Maybe it's a
test, and if I do a good job, the Good Magician will return
at the last moment and give me my Answer." It was a
wild hope.
"That just might be!" she agreed. "This is certainly
turning out to be more than just a castle cleaning!"
There was a shadow in the sky. "There's another one
already!" he said, his heart sinking. "A roc. Neither moat
nor walls will slow that down!"
"No, it's my brother, silly!" Ivy said. "We'll tell him
to fetch us the Book of Answers, so you can answer Mae
and send her back immediately.'' It was evident that Ivy
remained uneager to have the shapely Wild Woman remain
close to Grey for any longer than was strictly necessary.
He liked that.
"You tell Dolph," he decided. "I'll figure out the next
challenge. I think we can use Goody Goblin after all."
"See that you do," Ivy said darkly, and hurried off in
the direction of a roof terrace.
Grey went in search of the goblin, whose chamber might
not be where it had been. All the labyrinthine passages of
the castle were different, but there were not a great num-
ber, and soon he did find the goblin.
"Do you know, Magician, I must have been unobser-
vant yesterday," Goody remarked. "I could have sworn
the passage was of another nature."
"It was," Grey explained shortly. "We changed the
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layout. Now I would like you to do me one service before
you go."
"Gladly, Magician!"
"There is a Wild Woman coming into the castle. You
must go down and try to scare her off. Don't hurt her, just
frighten her."
"A Wild Woman? But they don't affright readily, and I
am hardly the type to—" The goblin paused, realizing
something. "I believe I saw a mirror chamber downstairs.
In that I could assume the aspect of twenty goblins. If I
made faces and moved around, I might put on a good
show. But if she catches on—"
"Then she wins the challenge, and your service is
done," Grey said. "You will then be able to go your way
with a clear conscience."
"Excellent! I shall intercept her as she passes through
that chamber." Goody hurried down the hall.
But he still needed a third challenge. What would really
faze a Wild Woman?
Grey snapped his fingers. He searched out the maiden.
"Maiden, there is a service you may be able to perform
to acquit your debt to me."
"What would that be. Magician?" she asked, just a
trifle warily.
"There is a Wild Woman coming into the castle soon.
I want you to intercept her after she passes the goblin, and
give her a manicure and hair styling and female outfit-
ting—a frilly dress, slippers, and uh—" He faltered.
"Panties?" she prompted.
"Uh, yes. That sort of thing."
"Oh, yes, I am excellent at that sort of thing!" she
agreed. "But a Wild Woman—"
"You will stand athwart a locked door which bars her
passage to me. She must suffer the treatment or be forever
barred. If she departs without the treatment, your debt is
paid. If she agrees to it, you will—how long would it
take?"
"To do it right? Hours!"
"Perfect! When it is done, knock on the door, and I
will open it, and you may go home."
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And if that didn't stop the Wild Woman, nothing would,
he thought as he went looking for Ivy. But by that time, he
should have the Book of Answers, and be able to handle
her Question. He really appreciated Humfrey's system,
now!
Mae encountered the goblin in the mirror chamber. She
screamed: not in fear, but in outrage. It seemed that Mae-
nads didn't like goblins. She chased the first figure she
saw, and smacked into the mirror. After several such
smacks she began to catch on to the nature of the chal-
lenge. She noted her own reflections in the mirrors, and
avoided these. Finally she found a panel in which there
was neither a goblin nor Wild Woman and leaped through
it, for that was the exit. She had won the second challenge,
and it had only taken her an hour to do it.
Meanwhile Dolph had taken off for Castle Roogna. As
a roc he could cover the distance rapidly—but once there
he would have to convince King Dor to give him the vol-
ume, which was kept locked up for safety until the Good
Magician's return. Ivy would have sent a note, but even
so, it could take hours. Would the book arrive in time?
The maiden intercepted the Maenad. There was another
screech of outrage. Almost the wild woman turned back—
but the same flaw of character that caused her to avoid
blood made her decide to submit to this transcendent in-
dignity. The maiden started to beautify and civilize her
appearance.
Two hours passed. Grey knew that the beautification
could not last much longer. Where was Dolph?
Then the roc showed on the horizon. The big bird was
carrying a book!
It turned out to be a monstrous volume. Grey clutched
it in his arms and set it on a table evidently sized for it.
He opened it—and was bewildered by such a maze of en-