Actually,
Smash
might have a way around that. If he went back into the gourd and fought the Night Stallion and lost, his soul would be forfeit pretty soon, and there would be no point in proceeding north. So in that event, he might as well stay here himself. The only problem was
,
how would the others survive without him? He had no confidence that they were beyond the worst of the dangers of central Xanth.
As they continued, they saw more and more birds. Some were brightly plumed, some drab; some large, some small; some ferocious of aspect with huge and knifelike beaks, some meek with soft little feathers. There were bright bluebirds, dull blackbirds, and brightly dull spotted birds. There were fat round robins and thin pour-beakers.
They went on. There were ruffled grouse, angrily complaining about things, godwits making profane jokes, sandpipers playing little fifes on the beach, black rails lying in parallel rows on the ground, oven birds doing the morning baking, mourning doves sobbing uncontrollably, goshawks staring with amazement, a crane hauling up loads of stones, and several big old red barn owls filled with hay. Nearby were grazing cowbirds and cattle egrets, and a catbird was stalking a titmouse, tail swishing.
"Birds are funny folk," the Siren murmured. "I never realized there was so much variety."
In due course they came to the palace of the Kingbird. "Better bow good and low," the parrot advised. "His Highness the Bird of a Feather, the ruler of Xanth, First on the Pecking Order, doesn't appreciate disrespect from inferiors."
"Ruler of Xanth!"
Chem cried. "What about the centaurs?"
"What about King Trent?" Tandy asked.
"Who?" the parrot asked.
"The human ruler of Xanth, in Castle Roogna."
"Never heard of him.
The Kingbird governs."
Smash realized that to the birds, the bird species dominated Xanth. To the goblins, the goblins governed. The same was probably true for the dragons, griffins, flies, and other species. And who could say they were wrong? Each species honored its own leaders. Smash, an
ogre,
was quite ready to be objective about the matter. When in Birdland, do as the birdbrains did.
He bowed to the Kingbird, as he would have done to the human King of Xanth.
To each his own mark of honor.
The Kingbird was reading a tome titled Avion Artifacts by Omith O'Logy, and had no interest in the visitors. Soon Smash's party was on its way again.
They came to a large field filled with pretty flowers. "These are our birdseed plants," the parrot explained. "We have wormfarms and fishfarms and funnybonefarms, and make periodic excursions to Flyland for game, but the bulk of our food comes from fields like this. We are not apt at cultivation--birdshot doesn't seem to do well for us--so we draw on the abilities of lesser creatures like
yourselves
."
Indeed, Smash saw assorted creatures toiling in the field. There were a few goblins, an elf, a brownie, a gremlin, a nixie, and a sprite. They were obviously slaves, yet they seemed cheerful and healthy enough, acclimated to their lot.
Then
Smash
had a notion. "John, listen to the Ear again."
The fairy did so. "The waterfall noise almost drowns it out, but I think I hear the fairies close by." She oriented on the sound, going in the direction it got louder, the others following. They rounded a gentle hill, descended into a waterfall-fed gully, and came across the fairies.
They were mending feathers. It seemed some of the birds were too impatient to wait for new feathers to grow, so they had the damaged ones repaired. Only fairies could do such delicate work. Each had a little table with tiny tools, so that the intricate work could be done. And most of them had damaged wings.
"The birds--" Tandy said, appalled. "They crippled the fairies so they can't fly away!"
"Not so," the parrot said. "We do not mutilate our workers, because then they get depressed and do a poor job. Rather, we offer sanctuary for those who are dissatisfied elsewhere. Most of these fairies were cast out of Fairyland."
Tandy was suspicious. She approached the nearest working fairy. "Is this true?" she asked. "Do you like it here?"
The fairy was a male, finely featured in the manner of his kind. He paused, looking up from his feather. "Oh, it's a living," he said. "Since I lost my wings, I couldn't make it in Fairyland. So I have to settle for what I can get. No monsters attack me here, no one teases me for my wing handicap, there's plenty of food, and the work is not arduous. I'd rather be flying, of course--but let's be realistic.
Ill
never fly again."
Smash saw one fairy down the line with undamaged wings. "What about him?" he asked. "Why doesn't he fly away?"
The fairy frowned. "He has a private complaint. Don't bother him."
But Smash was in pursuit of his notion. "Would it relate to his name?"
"Look," the fairy said, "we aren't trying to aggravate your condition, so why do you bother us? Leave him alone."
John had caught on. "Oh, Smash--I'm afraid to ask!"
"I'm an insensitive ogre," Smash said. "I'll ask." He tromped over to the fairy in question. "Me claim he name," he said in his stupid fashion.
The fairy naturally assumed the ogre was as dull as he was supposed to be. It was all right to tell secrets to stupid folk, because they didn't know enough to laugh. "I am called Joan," he said. "Now go away, monster."
Smash dropped his pretense. "That must be as embarrassing for you as intelligence is for an ogre," he said.
Joan's eyes widened and his wings trembled, causing the cloud pattern on them to roil. "Yes," he agreed.
Smash signaled to John. Diffidently, she approached. "Here is the one who got your name, or one letter of it," Smash said. "Trade him your H for his A, and both of you will be restored."
The two fairies looked at each other. "Joan?" John asked. "John?" Joan asked.
"I suspect the two of you are the same age, and took delivery of your names by the same carrier," Smash said. "Probably the Paste Orifice; it always gums things up. You should compare notes."
Joan reached out and took John's hand. Smash was no proper judge of fairy appearance, but it seemed to him that Joan was quite a handsome young male of his kind, and John was certainly pretty, except for her lost
wings.
Here in Birdland that particular injury did not count for much.
The two of them seemed almost to glow as their hands touched.
Chem and Tandy and the Siren had joined Smash. "What is that?" Tandy asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Chem said. "I've read of this effect, but never hoped to see it It's the glow of love at first touch."
"Then--" Smash said, in a burst of realization that he had suppressed until this moment. "They were destined for each other. That's why their names were confused.
To bring them eventually together."
"Yes!" the centaur agreed. "I think John--I suppose
it's
Joan now--will be staying here in Birdland."
So the fairy's solution was the group's solution! One of their
number
would remain--happily. How neatly it had worked out. But of course that was the way of destiny, which was never the coincidence it seemed.
They made their acknowledgments of parting and left their fairy friend to her happy fate. The birds, satisfied, let them go.
Their best route north, the parrot assured them, was through the Water Wing. There were very few monsters there, and the distance to the northern border of Xanth was not great.
They agreed to that route. They had already encountered more than enough monsters, and since the birds assured them there were no fires or earthquakes in the Water Wing, the trek should be easy enough. Besides, the Ear had the sound of rainfall, which suggested their immediate future.
John/Joan hurried up as they were about to cross the border. "Here is a heat wave," she said. "My fiance had it for when he left Birdland, but now he won't
be needing
it. Just unwrap it when the time comes."
"Thank you," Smash said. He took the heat wave. It seemed to be a wire curved in the shape of a wave, and was sealed in a transparent envelope.
The girls hugged their friend good-bye, and
Smash
extended his littlest hamfinger so the fairy could shake hands with him Then they stepped across the border, braced for anything.
Anything was what they got. They were in a drenchpour. Not for nothing was this called the Water Wing by the birds! There was ground underfoot, but it was hard to see because of the ceaseless blast of rain.
Chem brought out her rope, and they tied themselves together again--centaur, Tandy, Siren, and ogre, sloshing north in a sloppy line. Smash had to breathe in through his clenched teeth to strain the water
out.
Fortunately, the water was not cold; this was a little like swimming.
After an hour, they slogged uphill. The rain thinned as they climbed, but the air also cooled, so they did not gain much comfort. In due course the water turned to sleet, and then to snow.
The poor girls were turning blue with cold. It was time for the heat wave. Smash unwrapped the wire. Immediately heat radiated out, suffusing the immediate region, bringing comfort to each of them. The fairy's present had been well
considered,
for all that it had been an accident of circumstance.
Slowly the snow stopped falling, but the climb continued. This was a mountain they were on, blanketed with snow.
By nightfall they still had not crested it, and had to camp on the slope.
They were all hungry, and Smash was ravenous, so he gave the Siren the heat wave and headed out into the snow to forage. He found some flavored icicles in a crevice-cave and chased a snow rabbit, but couldn't catch it. So he headed back with the icicles; they were only a token, but somewhat better than nothing. They would have to do.
It was colder out here then he had figured. His breath fogged out before him, and the fog iced over and coated him, making him a creature of ice. His feet turned numb, and his fingers, too. He hardly knew where his nose stopped and the ice began; when he snorted, icicles flew out like arrows.
Now he slowed, feeling lethargic. Wind came up, cutting into his flesh, buffeting him about so that he stumbled. He dropped cumbersomely to the ground, his fall cushioned by the snow. He intended to get up, as it was now far downhill to their camp, but it was more comfortable just to lie there for a little longer. His Eye Queue cried warning, but after a while that, too, faded out, and Smash slept.
He dreamed he saw Tandy's father, the soldier Crombie, whirling around in his fashion and pointing his finger. The finger stopped, pointing north. But what was it pointing to? Smash remembered Crombie had said Tandy would lose three things; that must be where it would happen.
Then Smash was being hauled awake. That was much less comfortable than drifting to sleep had been. His extremities hurt, burning like fire and freezing like ice simultaneously; his head felt like thawed carrion, and his belly was roasting as if he were mounted on a spit over a fire. He groaned horrendously, because that was what ogres did when roasted on a spit over a fire. "He's alive!" a voice cried joyfully. As Smash recovered more fully, he learned what had happened. He had frozen on the slope. Alarmed at his failure to return, the girls bad organized a search party and located him. He was as stiff as ice, because that was what he had become. They had feared him dead, but had put the heat wave on his belly and thawed him. Ogres, it seemed, were freeze-storable.
Now that he was awake, it was time to sleep. They settled down around the heat wave, Tandy choosing to rest her head against Smash's furry forearm. Ah, well, that was harmless, probably. "I'm glad we got you thawed, monster," she murmured. "I'm not letting you out alone again!"
"Ogres do get into trouble," he agreed. It was strange to imagine anyone watching out for him, and stranger yet to imagine that he might need this attention, but it seemed he did, on occasion.
In the night there was a horrendous roar. Smash, dreaming again--he tended to do that when asleep--thought it was an ogress and smiled a huge grimace. But the three girls bolted up, terrified.
"Wake up,
Smash
!" Tandy whispered urgently.
"A monster's coming!"
But Smash, in a dream-daze, hardly stirred. He had no fear of the most horrendous ogress.
The monster stamped near, eyes glowing, teeth gleaming,
breath
fogging out in dank, cold clouds. It was pure white, and every hair seemed to be an icicle.
"Smash!" Tandy hissed. "It's an abom--abom--an awful Snowman!
Help!"
The Snowman looked over them, as pale as a snowstorm. It reached out to grab the nearest edible thing. The girls cowered behind Smash, who was mostly covered by a nice snow blanket, so that little of him showed. This snow was not nearly as cold as that of the rest of the mountain, because this was near the heat wave; he was comfortable enough. But it deceived the Snowman, who caught hold of Smash's nose and yanked.
Ouch! Suddenly
Smash
woke up all the way. A truly ogrish rage shook him. He reached up one huge, hairy arm and grabbed the snow monster by the throat.
The Snowman was amazed. He had never encountered a worse monster than himself before. He had not known anything like that existed. He did not know how to deal with this situation.
Fortunately, Smash knew how to deal with it. He stood up, not letting go, and shook the hapless monster. "Growr!" he growled, and dropped the creature on top of the heat wave.
There was a bubbling and hissing as the Snowman's posterior converted from ice to steam in one foop. The monster sailed into the air and shot out of there like a gust from a gale. Smash didn't bother to pursue; he knew better than to stray from the vicinity of the heat wave again. He was no Snowman!
"It will be a long time before that creature bothers travelers again," Chem remarked with private satisfaction.