"Anyway," Hardy said, "Hugo won my case--but the goblin chief. Glory"s father, reneged, and set up to execute me--"
"And I joined him in the fire," Glory continued, her eyes shining. "Ivy joined us, too--and suddenly we found our talent and were invisible. That made the difference, and in the confusion we were able to escape."
"Ivy"s talent," Chem said. "Much more potent than we knew! That combined harpy-goblin talent of invisibility must have been latent. The stress of the situation and Ivy"s power of enhancement must have joined to bring it out. Who ever would have suspected that a joint interspecies talent could exist?"
"Well, if half souls exist," Irene said, "maybe half talents exist too."
The centaur smiled. "Surely so! There is much we have yet to learn about the magic of Xanth! And it seems that Hardy and Glory are well matched, since their half talents match."
It occurred to Irene that it was possible that all goblins and all harpies had half talents of invisibility which could only be matched by the portion in the other species, so that this was not necessarily an indication of the compatibility of these two particular individuals. But there was no point in making that caveat; it would accomplish nothing.
"So we fled my father"s band," Glory concluded. "And Ivy and Hugo and Stanley escaped, too, for the goblins were following our footprints. Hardy carried me part of the way, though I weigh as much as he does, and he couldn"t lift me far. But when darkness came, we camped in a tree my father"s band couldn"t reach and got a good night"s rest." She paused to blush delicately. "Part of the night, anyway."
"We gave them the slip," Hardy said. "But they kept casting about, searching for us, so we couldn"t really relax today."
"We were getting pretty tired," Glory said. "But now, with the harpies--"
"We heard the commotion," Hardy said. "I recognized the screeching and thought I could rea.s.sure my people that the mouth organ"s news was inoperative--"
"I believe I have enough of the picture now," Chem said. "But we can do nothing unless we get the leaders to negotiate."
"I can get my father to come in here," Glory said. "But he won"t listen to reason."
"And I can get Haggy Harpy here," Hardy said. "All males are princes in Harpydom; she must come at my call. But she won"t listen either."
"Fetch them in and keep them from fighting," Chem said, "and I will try to get through to them. I may not be as eloquent as you say Hugo was, but we may yet abate this war."
Goblin and harpy shrugged. Anything was worth trying. Then Glory climbed the south wall, flashing some remarkably well-formed limbs, while Hardy flew into the sky. There had been little commotion from either side during this dialogue, perhaps because neither could be sure where the present advantage lay.
"Father," Glory called from the wall. "You must come in here and talk to the harpy leader, under truce."
"Never!" Gorbage answered, his voice faint but ugly in the distance.
"Otherwise I just might throw myself to my doom," Glory said, making as if to jump off the wall. It really wasn"t high enough for the fall to be fatal, but the bluff worked; Gorbage agreed to come in.
Hardy had an easier time. "Come down and negotiate," he told Haggy, "or I"ll tell the Queen Harpy you suck eggs."
That cowed the hen. "I"m no egg-sucker!" she screeched, and flapped down to perch on the north wall.
Now both leaders were present, Haggy settling her blotchy feathers, Gorbage draping his k.n.o.bby legs astride the south wall. Both glared at each other, and at anyone else in range. It was obvious that neither cared to be reasonable.
"First," Chem said, "I ask each of you to explain to your people that we are armed with accurate arrows and the stare of the Gorgon. Anyone who tries to storm this bastion will face the consequence." Gorbage and Haggy, knowing this was true, informed their parties. But neither showed any willingness to cease hostilities. Irene knew this was the main problem. Human folk would have wanted to find a way to avert bloodshed, but the goblins and harpies really did want to fight.
"For more than a thousand years, the goblins and the harpies have been at war," Chem said. "It started because of overcrowding and misunderstanding, and foul deeds were done on both sides. But King Roogna got things straightened away, and for eight hundred years the war has been quiescent. With the Gap Chasm and the Gap Dragon separating the parties, there has not been very much occasion for strife. But now it seems a romance has developed between the species--"
"I"ll kill the fowl c.o.c.k!" Gorbage cried. "Smirching my fair daughter!"
"That"s "smooch," not "smirch," Father," Glory murmured.
"Listen, bulbnose!" Haggy screeched. "Your s.l.u.t of a whelp of a daughter tempted him with her obscene legs, just like in the old days! She should swallow an egg sidewise!"
"What"s wrong with her legs?" Hardy demanded.
"I"ll egg her right now!" Haggy screeched, rising into the air. But Chem"s arrow tracked her progress, ready to zing from the bow, and the Gorgon turned to face the harpy, her hand tugging at the hood. Haggy settled back down, muttering.
"Do you folk really object to interspecies marriages?" Chem asked.
"Of course!" Gorbage cried. "Why should we let miscegenation pollute our pure goblin breed? My daughter will marry a goblin chief!"
"Never!" Glory cried.
"We have enough trouble preserving our species," Haggy screeched. "We don"t need goblin s.l.u.ts adulterating our stock! And most of all, we don"t need goblins invading our territory and killing off our few precious males!"
"Well, keep those motley c.o.c.ks away from our unspoiled maidens!" Gorbage yelled back. "You sure don"t see our males going after your stinking hens!"
"They couldn"t catch them!" Haggy shot back.
"Regardless," Chem cut in loudly. "We do have a cross-species romance here. And I think your objections are not well founded. Many of the creatures of Xanth are crossbreeds. The griffins, merfolk, chimerae, basilisks, manticora--and, of course, my own species, the centaurs. The harpies are an ancient crossbreed line; you should not object to further cross-breeding."
"Not the goblins!" Gorbage said. "We are of straight semi-humanoid stock."
"As are the elves, gnomes, and ogres," Chem agreed. "I think there is as much variation in the humanoid variants as in the crossbreeds. Would you prefer to have your daughter marry an ogre?"
Gorbage spluttered, while Haggy burst out in raucous laughter. "Marry an ogre!" she screeched. "Breed some looks and intelligence into your stock!"
"Listen, rotten-egg-brain--"
"My point is," Chem said, cutting their insults off again, "crossbreeds and humanoid variants should not be ashamed to continue the traditions of Xanth. Maybe in drear Mundania the species don"t mix much, but Xanth is not Mundane. That"s why Xanth is so much better! We creatures of Xanth have much greater freedom to--"
"Would you breed with some other kind of crossbreed, not a centaur?" Haggy screeched challengingly.
"The old biddy"s got you there, horsy!" Gorbage cried. "Would you--?"
"Yes," Chem said. "If he were a worthwhile creature, and if there were mutual respect and appreciation."
"Centaurs aren"t supposed to fib!" Haggy cried.
"Yeah?" Gorbage asked at the same time. "Like what?"
"Like a hippogryph," she answered.
Irene watched her, wondering how far Chem would go to make her point. Centaurs were relatively open about some topics that human folk preferred to keep secret, but her liaison with Xap was really no business of these foul-minded creatures.
Both the old and the young harpies looked at the centaur, surprised, as did the young and old goblins. It was evident that no one had antic.i.p.ated this answer.
"Aw, she"s making it up," Gorbage said after a pause. "There"s no bird-horse to call her bluff."
"But there is one!" Haggy screeched victoriously. "He belongs to the witch"s boy--"
"Xap," Chem said. "Who carries Xavier, son of Xanthippe."
Haggy"s ugly mouth gaped. "She knows him!"
Gorbage was equally astounded. "She"s really been with a hippogryph?"
"She must have been," Haggy screeched.
The two of them looked at Irene. "What do you know of this claim?" Gorbage asked.
"It"s true," Irene said. "Chem traveled with Xap."
"Then she"s worse than any of us!" Haggy screeched indignantly.
"She sure is!" Gorbage agreed.
The two looked at each other, startled. They were agreeing! "Have you noticed," Chem said, "how few goblins and harpies there are, compared to what there used to be? And how many crossbreeds there are, and how vigorous they are?" Now both goblin and harpy were sullenly silent. "Did it occur to you that maybe your close inbreeding is weakening both your species?" Chem continued. "The straight human beings were losing power in Xanth, until they reopened the border and mixed with fresh new Mundanes. Human folk didn"t want to do that, for they have always been afraid of the Mundane Waves, and contemptuous of the Mundane inability to do magic. But they did interbreed--and now the human folk are strong, and goblins and harpies are weak, when once it was the other way around. Before long, historically, you"ll fade away entirely--especially if you keep killing one another off. You would both do better as species if you made peace and let your people interbreed, any who wanted to."
"Ludicrous!" Haggy screeched.
"Appalling!" Gorbage shouted.
Again they looked at each other, finding themselves in unsettling agreement.
"Let me show you something," Chem said. "You both know that neither goblins nor harpies have magic powers. That"s another reason neither is prospering in Xanth now."
Mutely, they nodded.
"Please watch what Hardy and Glory do together."
"Oh, no, we won"t!" Haggy screeched. "We"re respectable creatures! We won"t sit still for that kind of obscenity, will we, Gorbage?"
"Certainly not!" the goblin chief agreed emphatically. "We"re decent, natural-law-abiding folk!"
The harpy spread her wings, and the goblin edged across the wall, both ready to jump down into the enclosure to preserve decency as they knew it. But the Gorgon turned to face one and then the other, her hand at her hood, and they settled back without further protest. Decency wasn"t that important!
Hardy and Glory joined hand and claw--and disappeared.
Haggy almost fell off the wall.
"So that"s how they got away!" Gorbage said. "I thought they found some vanishing cream or something."
"Together, they can do magic," Chem said as the two reappeared. "Together they have power that no other person in either of your species has. For the first time, goblins and harpies can compete with the human folk and the centaurs in magic. But only together. Apart, you are merely ordinary creatures, losing out to the ones who can do magic."
Haggy stared as the couple joined hands again and vanished. "What I wouldn"t give for power like that!" she screeched faintly.
"Would you join with a goblin for it?" Chem asked.
"Never!"
"What--never?"
"Well..."
"But maybe you could see your way clear to let other harpies seek their magic, in whatever manner they wished," Chem said.
"Maybe..." Haggy grudged, looking as if she were tasting a stinkworm.
"And you," Chem said, turning to Gorbage. "Your older daughter married a goblin chief and got a magic wand that makes things fly. Your younger daughter has the chance to marry a prince and to do magic without the wand. Would you deny her that?"
"Well--" Gorbage said, looking as if the stinkworm had crawled into his own mouth.
"And what of their offspring?" Chem continued. "Maybe they will combine the best of both species. They could be winged goblins, able to fly like harpies without sacrificing their legs. Maybe they will have magic talents by themselves, as human folk do. Maybe they will make your line strong again, able to do things no other creatures can do. Your descendants may once again dominate the Land of Xanth. They may once again achieve greatness. Will you deny your daughter and your species that chance?"
Gorbage scowled. "I never thought of it that way." He was violent and opinionated, but he did want what was best for his daughter.
"So why not end the war and give your blessing to the union of these two fine young folk? It could be the dawning of a new age for your kind."
"Well, maybe, but the scandal--"
Glory jumped up and down, clapping her fine little hands. "That"s his way of saying yes!" she cried.
"And you?" Chem asked Haggy.
"I don"t have any power over any male of our species," the harpy screeched reluctantly. "I"m just a common fighting hen."
"Which is her way of saying yes," Hardy said. "All the old battle-axes are alike. If Haggy goes along, they all will, even the Queen hen."
"Good enough," Chem said, and Irene realized she was moving it along so the longtime enemies would not have a chance to change their minds. "Let"s declare this interminable internecine war over and be on our way."
"Now hold on, horsefoot," Gorbage said. "Wars are not just stopped like that! Tradition must be upheld."
"Of course, I realize there will have to be conferences with the other chiefs and formal agreements made," Chem said. "But there"s no reason not to start--"
"I mean there has to be a bash," Gorbage said.
"And engagements aren"t just started cold," Haggy screeched. "There has to be a big flap."
"We need a whoop-de-doo!" the goblin cried.
"And a p.o.o.p-de-poo!" the harpy agreed.
"Not on my head!" Gorbage said. He turned around on the wall and waved to his troops. "War"s over," he bawled. "Come on in for the whoop-de-p.o.o.p!"
Haggy flew up and screeched similarly to her flock about the p.o.o.p-de-poo.
Soon goblins were swarming over the south wall and harpies were flapping over the north wall, ready to fling a wing-ding.
"I hope this is as positive as it"s supposed to be," Irene murmured nervously.