xanth 40 - isis orb

by Anthony, Piers

  “It’s fire,” Feline said. “I wonder whether it can help us with fire.”

  “There’s more than enough fire here in the Region of Fire,” Faro said. “I fear for my wings.”

  “Let me see,” Nya said. She slithered toward the nearest firewall, holding the Totem before her as if to ward off the flames.

  When she reached the wall, it abruptly flared brighter. It intensified, radiating additional heat so that she had to slide back. It raged.

  Then it puffed out, leaving a gap in the wall.

  “I don’t understand,” Nya said, retreating.

  “I think I do,” Zed said. “The proximity of the Fire Totem causes the fire to flare up. But then it uses up its fuel and flares out.”

  “It’s filling in again,” Quin said. “Slowly.”

  So it was. The fuel fumes were building up, sustaining the normal blaze. They had discovered one property of the Totem.

  “But I feel there is more,” Nya said. “Its power infuses me, makes me feel stronger.”

  “Don’t flare up and expire!” Quin said.

  She smiled. “It’s not that kind of power. It seems to be enhancing mine, somehow.”

  “You have two forms,” Quin said. “Maybe it facilitates the change.”

  “Maybe,” she agreed uncertainly. “But I don’t think that’s quite it.”

  “You have some human ancestry, via your naga side,” Feline said. Could it help you change to complete human form?”

  “Maybe,” Nya said. She focused—and become a complete human woman.

  “Oh, my,” Faro breathed. “Power indeed.”

  “What I want,” Quin said. “When I get my Totem, will it grant my wish? To become human?”

  Nya looked at him. “If it’s like mine, it should,” she said. “But I can also feel that the power is from the Totem, not myself. When I no longer have it, I won’t be able to assume this form. So it’s not a permanent solution, any more than Faro’s blindfolding is the complete answer for her.”

  “Surely true,” Faro agreed. “Still, it’s impressive.”

  “I wonder,” Zed said. “Would your Totem enable you to fly without the blindfold?”

  “Oh, I wonder too!” Faro said. “And then the Orb could make it permanent.”

  “But what really counts for the moment,” Hapless said, “is that now we know how to tame a Totem, assuming music works on the others. That’s a major step.”

  “It is,” Nya said. She reverted to her naga form. “I think I need to rest a while to assimilate this development.”

  “We’ll camp here now,” Hapless decided. “So we can all ponder.”

  But it was not a great campsite. There was nothing to eat, and no trees with pillows or bedding. New grass was growing rapidly, but it was dry, and probably would be burned off again in an hour or so. It seemed likely to be a nervous and hungry night.

  Nya perked up. “The Totem can help,” she said.

  “How?” Hapless asked sourly.

  “There’s a den below the rocks where Fiery Faun lives when he’s off-duty. As possessor of the Fire Totem I have the right to use it.” She smiled. “Fiery is hardly pleased, but is obliged to help me.”

  “Can we trust this?” Feline asked suspiciously.

  “Yes. It seems that Fiery won a good burn site with a nice den by signing up for the draft registry. That means he could be drafted at any time for Totem duty. He figured it would never happen, because there hasn’t been a draft for a century. But now it did, and he’s stuck for it. If he doesn’t cooperate fully he could be fired, that is dishonorably discharged, and that would be a blot on his record he would never live down. So he has not only to do it, but to do it in a way that satisfies me, because my report will make all the difference. A good report will give him an honorable discharge and he’ll be able to retire in comfort early. So this Totem service can help him or hurt him and he knows it. He will do his absolute best to please me. He can see into my mind now, and knows that I am completely committed to the Quest, so now he is too.”

  “Well, now,” Feline said, satisfied.

  But Zed wasn’t. “What about the other members of the Quest? Will he try to mess us up?”

  “No. He doesn’t have to serve you, only me, but if he does anything to mess up the Quest, he’s in violation. So he will leave you alone, unless I give him a specific order. And of course your own Totems will be similarly committed to you, when you have them.”

  “Let’s see this den,” Faro said.

  Nya slithered around the rock pile. “There,” she said, indicating a particular rock.

  Hapless went to heave it out of the way. Behind it was a hole to a tunnel below the pile. It was big enough for a man to crawl through, but not a centaur.

  “We’ll stay above,” Faro said. “We don’t need a den.”

  “We don’t,” Zed agreed. He seemed pleased to have this chance to be with Faro, alone.

  “Let me check it,” Nya said. “I’m experienced with subterranean passages, and I have the Totem.” She slid into the tunnel.

  “I’ll follow,” Quin said, assuming dragon form and slithering after her.

  Feline shifted to cat form and followed.

  Finally Hapless went. He had to proceed bent over, but soon the tunnel widened and deepened and he was able to walk upright. He came into what appeared to be a living room chamber. He caught up to the others, who had halted.

  There, facing them, was another fire faun. This one was female and quite nicely shaped beneath her flames. Her long red hair curled down around her bare body. She had cute little horns and dainty hooves. “Darn!” she swore.

  “We—” Nya started.

  “You drafted Fiery,” the faun femme said bitterly. “Now he’ll have to serve as a Totem maybe for weeks until you finish your stupid Quest.”

  “Yes,” Nya said. “Then we’ll let him go.”

  “That doesn’t solve my problem.”

  Nya took passing stock. “What is your problem?”

  “The big Fire Fandango is tonight. We were all set to dance up a firestorm. Now that’s ruined. Why couldn’t you have had your Quest some other time?”

  Nya was taken aback. “We didn’t realize—”

  “Now how am I going to dance for the prize? I can’t do it without a partner.”

  Feline changed to human form. “I may have heard of this,” she said.

  The faun looked at her. “What’s it to you, cat woman?”

  “The dance can be any two people, right? It doesn’t have to be just man and woman.”

  “Well, yes, but I practiced with Fiery. I can’t get another partner, male or female, on such short notice.”

  “Hapless will take you to the dance,” Feline said.

  Hapless was startled “What?”

  “We messed up her dance performance,” Feline said. “We should make it up to her before we move on.”

  “But—but I don’t know the first thing about the fandango. Or the second or third thing.”

  “You’ll take the Totem. Then you’ll know. It will also protect you from the fire.”

  “Now that might work,” the faun said. “Hello, Hapless. I’m Fiera.”

  “But—”

  “Then it’s decided,” Feline said. “I’ll come too.”

  “Wait!” Hapless said. “Don’t fandango dancers have to play the castanets?”

  “How did you know that?” Feline asked.

  “That’s the fourth thing,” Hapless said. “They’re little finger clickers, but considered musical instruments. I can conjure them, but can’t use them.”

  “Exactly,” Feline said. “That’s why I have to come too.”

  “I’m not making any sense of this,” he said.

  “Here is the sense of it,” Feline said patiently. “You take her to the dance. You conjure the castanets. You dance, I’ll play them.”

  “I’m not making much sense of this either,” Fiera said. “Why would he dance without the
castanets?”

  “Because he can’t play any musical instrument. He conjures them, but that’s all. But anyone else who plays one of his instruments can do it well. It’s his talent and his curse.”

  “Ah. But there’s a problem: if he borrows the Totem, it will protect him from the fire and make him competent in the dance. But then you will have no protection.”

  “I think I can finesse that. But we’ll need your help, I think.”

  “If this can get me to the dance with a competent partner, I’ll do what I can.”

  “Good.” Feline turned to Nya. “Can you lend the Totem to Hapless for the dance?”

  “I could, but it won’t do magic for him, only for me,” Nya said.

  “I think it will work for him if you ask it to. Your word is its law, no?”

  “I can try,” Nya said dubiously. She lifted the Totem. “Totem, I want you to go with Hapless for this purpose, to protect him from the fire and make sure he knows his way around. That’s so he can take Fiera, since you can’t. Will you do that?” Then, answering a silent query. “Yes, I believe this will facilitate the Quest, because we’re trying to get along with the folk we encounter along the way.” Then she nodded and handed the Totem to Hapless. “He will do it.”

  Hapless accepted the Totem. Immediately he felt its power. My mistress wants this, so I am obliged to do it, snothead. Don’t foul it up.

  Just so.

  “Now the other detail,” Feline said. She came to stand before Hapless. “Fire Totem, I know you can hear me. Hapless will take your girlfriend to the dance, and you will protect and guide him for that. But I need to come too, for a key aspect, so I need to be protected from the fire too. Can you make me immune to the flames for a few hours?”

  Why the blazes should I, catbox?

  “The Totem wants to know why,” Hapless translated.

  “Because I think I can help Fiera win her prize, as she wants to. You’ll have to trust me on this.”

  “Oh, I want to win it!” Fiera said.

  I don’t have an order from my mistress. I don’t have to do it, whiskerface.

  “The Totem prefers a more specific reason,” Hapless said.

  “Then let’s put it this way: do you want your girlfriend attending the dance with a stranger who can’t keep his eyes and maybe his hands off her curves? But suppose they are accompanied by his jealous girlfriend who will be watching them all the time?”

  The conspiring pussy has a point. I’ll have to do it.

  “The Totem agrees with your reasoning.” Hapless was just translating, though he was not entirely pleased with her description of his tendencies.

  Feline smiled. “I thought it might.” She held up her hand, and Hapless touched it with the Totem. There was a crackle of power.

  Now the schemer is immune to fire.

  Then it was time to get ready. They garbed Hapless in the dance outfit Fiery would have used, and Feline in a spare dress Fiera had. Both outfits were burning hot, but now they could handle them without suffering. They both looked surprisingly sharp, Hopeless thought. Then, prepared, they left Nya and Quin to relax in the den while they headed out to the dance.

  The two centaurs were startled to see the three exiting the den. “We’re going to the Fire Fandango,” Feline explained brightly. “Carry on.”

  Fiera led them through several burning fields to a larger rock pile. Beneath it was a much larger den where dozens of fire fauns had gathered. “Fiery couldn’t make it,” Fiera explained. “But these folk are filling in. Treat them like respected visitors.” That sufficed.

  Hapless and Fiera stepped onto the dance floor. “Conjure me castanets,” Feline whispered.

  He did, and she donned them while Fiera donned hers. They were little shells that attached to the fingers so that they could be knocked together, producing evocative clicking sounds. In amateur hands they could be awful, but in expert hands they could be fantastic.

  “But I don’t know how to do this dance,” Hapless protested.

  Follow my lead. Better, let me have your feet.

  Hapless turned over his feet. The music started. Then suddenly he was dancing, tapping the floor with precision while snapping his fingers. Meanwhile Feline on the sideline played her castanets with marvelous dexterity in time with his steps.

  He danced with Fiera and it was wonderful. She really knew how to use her fingers, hooves, and torso, and was about as sexy as she could be without freaking him out. But he was matching her in everything but the castanets, and those were so well played and timed by Feline that he almost felt as if he were playing them himself.

  Then they changed partners, and he got to dance with other lovely fire girls. He had never been so well treated by so many beauties. It was like a slice of heaven.

  Then he saw Feline watching him, and stifled his rapture. Still, he was having a fine time. No girl had ever been jealous of his attentions before.

  Midway through the dance, they paused to have the contest. “Give me the Totem,” Feline whispered urgently.

  “But—”

  “Totem, I need you so I can help Fiera win a prize,” Feline said. “With your help I believe we can do it. Do you want her to win?”

  Bleep. Turn me over to the she-devil.

  Hapless did. When the Totem left him he reverted to his normal incompetent self. It was not a nice feeling. But he was doing the right thing. He hoped. He sat down and watched the contestants.

  One couple after another performed, doing intricate dances as they clicked their castanets most intricately. They were good, very good; it was a stiff competition. The panel of judges watched, listened, and made notes.

  Then Fiera’s turn came. Feline went with her. The music started, and the two women addressed each other, doing a fine coordinated dance as they clicked their castanets. Hapless realized that Fiera had phenomenal natural skill; she did indeed have the talent to win a prize, with an equivalent partner. The hidden key was Feline: she had the body, the coordination, the curves, while the Totem she carried lent her the skill in this particular dance and Hapless’s talent lent her the phenomenal ability with the castanets. It was Fiery Faun’s skill being drawn on here, and he certainly had it. Thus the two shapely women became a marvel of lovely symmetry, doing a dance that fascinated him. Feline lacked the petite hooves of a true faun, but her human feet were appealing in their own right. In that moment he loved them both.

  Then he looked quietly around. All the men, and many of the women, were similarly rapt. They all loved the dancers. The performance was that good.

  It didn’t hurt that it was clear that Hapless was far from the only one who admired well-displayed curves.

  They won. Fiera hugged the trophy, transported by her joy. She kissed Feline, then kissed Hapless. “Thank you!” she breathed.

  Feline returned the Totem to Hapless. “That was glorious,” she murmured.

  Gotta admit, the cattail pulled it off. The credit was grudging, but genuine.

  After the dance they returned to the home den. The others welcomed them back and admired the trophy. Hapless returned the Totem to Nya. Then they all collapsed into sleep. It had been a considerable day.

  Better, Hapless felt reasonably satisfied that they had done the right thing. They had gotten the first Totem without doing serious harm to anyone else. He hoped that kind of success would continue.

  Chapter 9:

  Earth Dragon

  In the morning the plot of land had been burned over again; pockets still guttered. The centaurs must have had to step lively to avoid the flames.

  Hapless opened the box. There was a picture of a huge six-winged steamer dragon, with the words EARTH TOTEM.

  “This can’t be right,” Zed protested. “That’s not a land-bound creature, it’s a winged monster.”

  “You know better than that,” Faro said. “The totems don’t have to be restricted in nature. All the elements are in all the Regions except maybe the Void: air is everywhere, ground is eve
rywhere, and nothing could live anywhere without water. I suspect there’s some fire spread about too. The Regions are merely where particular elements are dominant. So a flying creature can represent Earth, if that’s the way it is. Maybe it needs to fly in order to get around the Region efficiently.”

  “Excellent point,” Zed agreed, looking at her fondly. It occurred to Hapless that they could have gotten to know each other well during the night. “I stand corrected.”

  “You were always correct; it was just a slip of attention.”

  “I was distracted by your nice—wings.” He had evidently changed the word as he detoured around it.

  She inhaled. “Thank you.” She probably had picked up on the original word.

  “Time to follow the path,” Hapless said, as he felt a glare from Feline lurking in case he got too interested in that word.

  This time the path stayed on the ground. It led from the box to a distant firewall. They followed it, avoiding sections that were still actively burning. The Region of Fire wasn’t so bad when they were used to it.

  They halted before the firewall. Nya slid forward and touched it with a finger. That section blazed up and flickered out. They quickly stepped through.

  They were in the Region of Earth. It was mountainous, with an active volcano directly ahead. “See—fire,” Faro said, pointing to the smoking cone.

  “You’re right,” Zed said. “Volcanoes are creatures of earth, but do have fire.”

  The path did not go to the volcano. Instead it meandered to the right as if in no hurry to get anywhere.

  “There’s something odd about this,” Feline said. “Where’s the dragon? Why isn’t the path going straight to it?”

  “Maybe we should pause to consider,” Zed said. “I have no idea how to catch a dragon, let alone pacify it. Quin or Nya could have flown after it, and maybe fought its steam with steam, but I can’t.”

  “It does seem odd that a centaur should have been selected to capture a flying dragon of any kind,” Feline said.

  “Well, maybe we got it wrong,” Zed said. “We decided who would be what, but we didn’t know the actual alignment.”