Xone Of Contention (19 page)

“Obviously there is a warming trend.” Justin said. “But what is causing it?”

There was a swirl of smoke, larger and more ominous than Metria's. It joined into a giant diffuse demon. “I am causing it,” the demon announced proudly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Edsel hesitated. Caution seemed best This could be an ugly customer.

“For sure,” Breanna said. “It's flooding out the valley.”

So much for caution. The demon swelled to a larger size, glowering down at her. “And who arc you. dirt face?”

Uh-oh. Breanna didn't like being put down.

“I'm Breanna of the Black Wave.” the girl said boldly. “And who the bleep are you. hot stuff1?”

The demon swelled another size. “I am the Demon CoTwo, and I like warming air. I hate ice and snow.”

“Then what in Xanth are you doing here by the snow mountains, airhead?”

Edsel opened his mouth to interject something, but nothing came to mind. He saw Justin and Pia similarly stymied. Breanna's mouth had been too quick for them.

CoTwo expanded another notch “You dare to question me, you burned up urchin? I mean to abolish all cold air in Xanth. starting with the coldest. That is here. After all the snow and ice is gone. I will look for other ice to melt, until the whole land is warm ”

“We don't like that, foghead,” Breanna said

The demon swelled to yet more horrendous girth. “And what do you propose to do about it, toasted gamine?”

"We propose to stop you, gas-brain.” she retorted.

The Demon CoTwo opened his mouth until it was wider than his head. “Ho, ho, HO! ” he laughed. “And how to you propose to do that?”

Now Breanna hesitated. “I'm not sure. But we'll do it.”

“And here is what I will do,” CoTwo said. ”I will blow you away. And if you ever return, I will treat you unkindly."

“You don't scare me, you quartcr-\\it,” Breanna said.

“Uh, Breanna—” Edsel murmured.

But it was too late, as it usually was in such situations. CoTwo bloated to gargantuan proportion, then aimed his big mouth and then and blew. The wind was horrendous. It picked them up and literally blew them away. They sailed heels over head through the air. Edsel didn't have time either to be seared or to try to catch a naughty glimpse of one of the women.

They landed some distance downriver, in the cold water, unhurt but shaken. Para was inverted, his duck feet waggling frantically in the air. The supplies had gotten dumped or soaked

"That was fun,” Ted exclaimed.

“Let's do it again,” Monica agreed.

The adults shared a sigh as they helped right the boat and then dragged themselves out of the water. At least they had found out what was causing the problem of rising water. What they would be doing about it was a work still in progress.

Pia shook herself off. She hated getting soaked in her clothing. She was shiveringly cold, and their blankets were also hopelessly wet, and dusk was closing. What a mess! Para, the duck footed boat, was the only member of their party who seemed satisfied; he was resting on the water, untouched by the chill and undismayed by his dunking. He was evidently not the smartest of creatures, and liked being of service.

Well, she had never been one to mope ineffectively. “We need a fire, a tent, and food,” she said. “Then we can strip and dry our clothes while we eat in comfort.”

“I can find some fireweed,” Justin said.

“I can make a tent from the blankets,” Edsel said.

“I can roust out some chocolate spiders.” Breanna said, peering into the darkness.

“Spiders!” Pia said, alarmed.

The girl shot her a dark glance “You're a vegetarian?”

“No, but—” She realized that she was in danger of looking like a squeamish female. It was true; she was plenty squeamish about bugs and other noxious notions, but she didn't like admitting it. Maybe someone else would balk at eating spiders, and then she could safely do so too. “Okay. I'll make a hearth.”

“We'll fetch wood,” Demon Ted said.

“And pillows,” DeMonica agreed.

The children were getting helpful? Pia distrusted that. But maybe such chores were their idea of fun.

The others scattered. Justin and Breanna disappeared into the darkness, while Edsel scouted around for sticks of wood suitable for ridgepoles. He was good at things like that. He used a rock to pound forked sticks into the ground, put the ridgepoles into the raised forks, and then set about stretching the sodden blankets across them. The blankets would drip dry as time passed, and should provide shelter.

Pia used a stick to scrape a section of ground clear, then carried in stones to make a circular hearth. The effort warmed her, but not enough: her teeth were still chattering.

Ted brought in a number of dry sticks for the fire, and Pia thanked him. He stepped on his own toes and almost blushed; he didn't know how to handle thanks from an adult.

Monica brought pillows. They were dry. and promised to be useful for sitting on. and for sleeping on later. Pia thanked her also, and she reacted much the way Ted had. They were not bad children, just active and sometimes impertinent.

What was interesting was the way they brought these things: each in turn held the locket they had found before, and spoke to it: “Out. sticks.” or "Out. pillows.” and the things had abruptly appeared before it. That was a most useful and capacious locket.

Justin returned with the fireweed. This was dull green stuff. But when he laid it in the hearth and said “Fire,” it burst into brightly colored flame. The light radiated out, blessedly warm.

Then Breanna returned with an armful of dark brown leggy substance. It was hard to tell where she left off and it began. Pia forced herself to look. And smell. It was chocolate in the shape of spiders. Oh. She was glad she hadn't made a scene about that.

Then one of the spidei legs moved. Pia stifled a scream. “Oops. I got a live one.” Breanna said. She picked it up and carried it to the fringe of the glade. “They slough off their old skins as they grow, and those are pure chocolate. But I wouldn't care to eat a live one.”

“For sure.” Pia agreed weakly. The two children tittered: she wasn't sure whether they were laughing at her imitation of Breanna, or her alarm about the spiders.

They sat around the fire and warmed. But their clothing remained clinging and clammy. The others did not look any more comfortable than Pia felt.

She would have to lake the initiative. “Let me make sure I understand.” she said, standing up. “The Adult Conspiracy decrees that no child shall hear any bad words or see panties. Is that right?”

“That is correct,” Justin agreed.

“And no child shall be told or shown the secret of summoning storks.”

“Correct.” But he looked a little nervous, as if distrusting what she was leading up to.

“Well, none of us will be doing any of those things,” Pia said. ”But we do need to clean and dry our clothing. So I am going go wash mine." She reached under her blouse and unfastened her bra. Then she drew blouse and bra off together.

Naturally both men stared at her bare upper torso. But no undergarment had been shown, so they did not freak out. Of course she knew from her subterranean experience with Justin that bras alone did not do it, but she didn't care to speak of that. The children looked also, but immediately went back to eating chocolate; there was nothing interesting to see.

Pia removed her shoes, then drew down her skirt and panties together. The eyeballs of the two men expanded by five percent, and their jaws dropped by a similar amount, but again no undergarment had been exposed. There was no freak-out, and the children remained bored.

“Now I shall do my laundry.” Pia said, privately relieved. She hadn't been quite sure that she would get away with this, and wasn't sure of the penalty if the Conspiracy stepped in. ”Then I shall retire to a tent, with Edsel to keep me warm." She carried her clothing to the bank of the river.

There was a pause. Then she heard the reaction. “For sure! No violation.” And in a moment Breanna joined her, carrying her own bundle of clothing.

Then at last the men, oddly most reticent, did the same. The children, being half demon, formed their clothing from their own substance, so didn't need to wash it separately.

There was a swirl of smoke. For a moment Pia was afraid that their fire had spread out of control, but then a pair of eyes formed, and it coalesced into Demon Vore. He looked at the four adults, and his eye-halls too expanded a size as he surveyed the girls, but he made no comment.

“About time,” Ted said.

“It's really boring here,” Monica agreed.

“So I see.” Vore replied. “Tomorrow Metria will take you to visit Robota.”

Both children clapped their little hands in delight. Then Vore swept them up and puffed into swirling smoke. One swirl was white, another brown, and their shapes were oddly suggestive as they dissipated.

“Did you see his eyes.” Breanna asked. “One reflected a white nymph, the other a brown nymph.”

“I wonder who those could have been?” Pia said. Then they both laughed.

The men came up behind them. “If I heard correctly.” Justin said. “We shall not have to baby-sit the children tomorrow.”

“That's a relief,” Pia said.

“However, we have a small problem,” he continued. “We have just two tents, and while Edsel and Pia can share one for warmth—”

Time to stifle this. “The Conspiracy frowns on stork summoning when one of the parties is under eighteen,” Pia said. “But I don't believe it says anything about sharing warmth. Does it?”

“Ah. no. but—”

“So until your clothing is dry, you had better stay close to Breanna. For warmth, after you both have suffered a chill. This is merely routine common sense.”

“True. But—”

Pia turned a severe glance on him. “You are not going to summon any stork, are you?”

“Of course not! But—”

“So there is no problem, is there?” When he hesitated, she repeated: “Is there?”

“For sure not.” Breanna said eagerly, and hauled him off to a tent.

Edsel joined her in the other tent, and closed off the ends. “Sometimes I think I could get to like your style.” he said, “if I didn't already love you.'”

“Shut up and warm me,” she said. But she was pleased. Their tacit deal required her to make him deliriously happy for the night, and she knew exactly how to do that, and was doing it now, but sometimes she liked doing it better than other times. She appreciated his recognition of the way she had solved the problem of wet clothing.

He spoiled it by only one comment. “I wish I could win you back ”

“We're not yet out of Xanth.” she replied, hinting that his ploy was not yet lost. But it was a mere courtesy: she still intended to divorce him after this was over. Then she would see about studying Mundane environmentalism. Justin was a continuing font of information and insight into all things natural, but the things here were mostly magical. She would need to learn the non-magic variants.

“Poor Justin,” he said. “He can't do this, and he wants to so much.”

“Maybe I can educate him.” For she could say things to the man that Breanna could not. Because despite her sixteen year old body, she was not sixteen, and there was precious little the Adult Conspiracy had left to show her.

Sixteen: she loved being physically sixteen again. The merest twitch of this body could make a man flip.

She twitched. Edsel flipped. Ah. there was true power He was completely unable to resist her. And with the magic of this land, she could freak him out whenever she wanted to just by putting on the right bit of clothing. He thought he was having his will of her, but she was having her will of him making him perform with desperate enthusiasm, thinking every notion was his own. How little he knew! How little men ever knew.

In due course Edsel wore himself out, and she was able to relax. She had not thought to bring any Mundane stork signal interrupters, but there were other ways, if she were unlucky. And it did guarantee Edsel's complete cooperation on the quest.

She wondered idly what it would be like to seduce Justin. She could surely do it, if she chose. But it would not be ethical, and with her appreciation of the need to save the trees had come an appreciation of the rules of that game. Strictly hands off the Companions. Anyway, Breanna was her friend

Still, it had been fun making both men stare. She did not merely love this, she actually reveled in this sixteen year old physique, and wanted to show it off while she had it. Once she returned to Mundania. she would revert to her real body. That one was not as good, her necessary consumption of sugar to counterbalance the insulin shots, had led to some weight gain. If this body was a 10, that one was an 5, and descending. But maybe she would now have the stamina to do the dieting and exercise required to whip it back into shape, working around her condition.

She slept, surprisingly comfortable on the pillows, in the warmth of the tent and Edsel's proximity. Their session had really heated him up. and that in turn warmed her.

In the morning she disengaged from Edsel’s too-fond embrace and went out to recover her clothes. They were where she had left them, hanging on sticks by the gently blazing fire, and quite dry. Someone must have tended the fire during the night, for it was in good order. She put on her bra and panties, then reached for her skirt—and saw Justin. The man had evidently been out gathering more food, and come upon her unawares, and freaked out. He was fully dressed, standing frozen.

Well, she knew how to handle that. Interesting that the sight of her underwear itself had not affected Justin when he tended the fire in the night. It was only such apparel on the body that did it. As was the case, to a lesser extent, in Mundania. Like soda and ice cream, it took a combination to do the trick. What would be the effect of panties on a dressmaker's mannequin? There had to be some special magic, because Edsel was also affected, as Breanna had demonstrated when she mooned both men with her black panties. Edsel had seen similar sights many times before, both from her and the steamy movies he liked. Yet in Xanth he had completely freaked out. So was it something in the air?

She donned the rest of her clothing, then snapped her fingers. The man recovered. “Hello. Justin,” she said cheerfully, as if there had been no break.

“Hello. Pia.”' he answered, unaware of his time out. He set down the armful of pies and milkweed pods he had foraged. They would have a good breakfast. “Did you sleep well?”

No need to go into the first half hour. “Very well. And you?”

He fidgeted. “I—I have never before been that close to a—a—”

“Naked girl?”

“Whatever,” he agreed, halfway emulating Metria. “I very much admire and love Breanna, but I was so sorely tempted to—to—”

His diffidence was charming, but probably pointless. “Let me ask you some things. If two people both know the content of the Adult Conspiracy, and both wish to indulge in an aspect of its mystery, is there any reason they should not?” She took one of his pies and began warming it over the fire.

“Well, that depends on their ages If one—”

“But does it? Doesn't the Conspiracy govern what they may learn or say, rather than what they actually do?”

“Why, surely it governs also what they do. I—”

“Breanna mentioned a man called Ralph, who was supposed to guide her to the Isle of Women last year, who attempted to summon the stork with her.”

“Why yes,” he agreed. "I was with her at the time, in her mind. She kicked him into Para, who carried him hastily away. That was an ugly scene.”

“Why did she have to fight him off? I mean, if the Conspiracy is enforced in actions, why couldn't she have just lain there, and he would have been unable to violate it? The same way we are unable to say bad words in her presence, like bleep?” Her pie was warm enough; she took a bite.

He stared at her. “I never thought of that. I don't know what would have happened ”

“I do. She did need to fight him off. Which means that aspect is not magically enforced. Some things can be done, but not spoken of, such as natural functions—which this happens to be.” She couldn't identify the flavor of pie. “What kind is this?”

“Brownberry. Similar to blackberry, but less so. and with a mocha flavor.” Then he returned to the other subject. “But surely it must be enforced, because—”

“Because it is enforced in every other respect. Maybe you are right. In which case, you don't need to worry. Next time you are with her, don't hold back. The Conspiracy will stop you.” She decided that there was indeed a hint of chocolate and coffee flavor in the pie.

He was clearly nonplused. “But suppose—”

“Suppose it doesn't. Then it must be because it doesn't apply to two people who are knowledgeable and willing, and who love each other. At least when both are at least sixteen. Doesn't that make sense?”

“But I've always believed—”