"So as to have constant inspiration," Hannah said. "I can see why he would want that."
"If you"re from Mundania, you don"t have a magic talent," Goody said. "But the magic of the spring could work for you."
"Yes. It gave me the inspiration to go to Com Pewter. But they tell me it is possible I"ll develop a talent later in life."
"Yes, it can happen," Goody agreed.
"But with my luck it will be the talent of watching pots boil."
"Ha. Ha. Ha," the peeve laughed sardonically.
"The bird laughs only meanly," Hannah said.
A young woman appeared before them. "Back already, Matt?" she asked. "You must have walked rapidly."
"I got a ride back, Cameo. Would you mind showing your panties?"
"They still don"t work," she said, hiking up her skirt.
She was right: they were nice enough, pink and well filled. But neither Goody nor Matt freaked.
"Now that"s odd," Goody said. "When Hannah-" He broke off, for Cameo was gone.
"She makes only brief appearances," Matt explained. "That"s her nature, or her talent. But it shows you what we"re up against. Those panties should have wiped us both out, but they had no effect. That"s true for the other village girls."
"Maybe it"s something near the village," Hannah said. "Do you care to check mine again?"
Goody looked-and it was Matt who shook him awake. "I didn"t look this time," he said. "But you froze."
"So it"s not the locale," Goody said. "It"s the specific panties. That"s a clue."
"But why should mine work, when others don"t?" Hannah asked. "That girl Cameo should have had double the freakout power I do."
"No offense," Goody said cautiously, "but you"re right. It"s a real mystery. And I"m stumped."
"Let"s go sip that spring water for inspiration."
"That makes great sense."
They walked to the spring. It was a picturesque fountain with clear water splashing merrily. There was a dipper, and they each sipped.
Suddenly Goody"s mind was clear. "Your panties are new to this area," he said to Hannah. "So they haven"t been nullified yet. Something around here is doing it."
"That makes me nervous," she said, pulling her skirt down to make sure no panty showed. "Let"s wrap this up before it catches up with me."
"On the other hand," Matt said, "If it catches you, maybe we"ll see it happening, and learn how to stop it."
Goody took another sip, and got another inspiration. "Someone or something here must dislike the panty effect, so is stopping it. Maybe he has the talent of nullifying panties."
Hannah took a sip. "Or she she. It could be a jealous woman."
Matt took a sip. "Or maybe he/she/it merely diverts the panty effect so that it doesn"t strike its proper targets."
"Regardless, we should check for it," Goody said. "Every member of the village has a talent, right?"
"All except Sam and me," Matt agreed.
"But those are known talents," Hannah said. "The one who nulls panties won"t tell us that, of course."
"Not voluntarily," Goody said, taking another sip. "But we should be able to do it by elimination. The one who can"t demonstrate a legitimate talent must be the one we want. We can take that one back to Com Pewter for nullification."
"But will that restore the magic to nulled panties?" Hannah asked.
"I don"t know. The girls might have to put on new ones. Those ought to work."
"Maybe we should verify that."
"I"ll get a volunteer," Matt said. He walked to the village, leaving them by the fountain.
Cameo appeared. "Any luck?"
"Do you have an unused pair of panties?" Goody asked.
"Sure. But-"
"Change into them and come back here. They might work."
She vanished, her brief scene done. But then she reappeared. "How are these?" She lifted her skirt to flash silken blue panties.
Hannah"s strong hand prevented Goody from falling into the fountain.
"They work! They work!" Cameo exclaimed. And faded out, her next scene completed.
"We"re making progress," Hannah said. "Now we know that whoever it is, is nulling new panties as they appear. So it won"t take long for the village maidens to return to full strength, once we locate the culprit."
They organized it, with the eager cooperation of the villagers. Every person lined up before Goody, and one by one demonstrated his or her talent. The first was a man who actually understood women; he demonstrated that by making Hannah blush. The second had the ability to speak with anyone, anywhere; she demonstrated that by talking with Gwenny in Pewter"s cave, and hearing her answer: "No, I won"t dance." Another villager could tell who a person"s significant other was: for Goody, Gwenny. Another could hold his breath longer than any could track it. Another had a negative talent: the inability to remember what happened fifteen minutes ago. Another could change the season: summer abruptly became winter, then returned to summer. Another could make people laugh, even if they didn"t want to. Even the peeve.
Finally only one was left. This was a sour-looking woman who claimed to be able to walk on walls or ceiling, but was unable to demonstrate it. "You"re the one," Goody said.
"And what if I am? Those hussies shouldn"t be showing their underwear anyway."
"Why don"t you show yours, you dried-up frump?" the peeve demanded.
"That"s not for you to decide," Goody said.
"Yes, it is."
"Come with us."
"I won"t," she said sourly. "You can"t make me."
Vore smiled. He fuzzed into vapor and surrounded the woman. They vanished.
"Com Pewter will nullify or reverse her talent," Goody explained to the others. "Panties will prevail again."
The villagers were applauding as the demons took Goody and Hannah back. They left Matt and Sam Dog; their mission had been accomplished, except for the delivery of the Pierian Springs water to Pewter"s cave. Goody was sure they would honor the deal. And if the two Mundanes had not been completely accepted in the village before, they certainly would be now. Especially by girls with restored panty power.
Meanwhile it turned out that they were making real progress on the program. Working under Pewter"s direction, Gwenny had removed the robot"s master chip from its head, and Pewter had a.n.a.lyzed it. Now Pewter was designing a program to provide a conscience, guided by Gwenny"s advice. Because Pewter hardly cared about such a thing, but Gwenny did.
"It"s designed like a virus," Gwenny said breathlessly. Goody loved her breathlessness; it had its own magic. "If he-turns out he"s male-looks into the lens of another robot, the soul aspect of the program will transfer, and the other robot will have a conscience too. In time, all of them will, and then they will be tolerable neighbors. But we see a problem: if the others catch on too soon, they may try to destroy the souled robots."
Goody still felt the effect of the Pierian elixir. "Then make him bigger, so they can"t. That will also enable us to readily tell him apart from the others, so we know with whom we are dealing."
She gave him a fast but nice hug and kiss. "Oh, you"re so smart, Goody! We"ll do that."
They went out to tell the demons, who popped off to Iron Mountain and brought back loads of defunct iron robot parts. Pewter changed the reality of their shapes to make them fit the existing robot, and he grew until he was full human man sized.
"We need a name for him," Hannah said. "Beginning with RO. What would be good?"
"Roland," Tristan said. "Another legendary Mundane hero." The troll was evidently partial to that kind.
"Roland it is," she agreed. "Roland Robot."
Pewter extruded the reprogrammed chip. Hannah took it and carried it to the robot. Then, caught by a sudden vapor in the air, she sneezed. Right on the chip. "Oh, no-I"ve given it a virus!"
"It is not the same," Tristan said, unconcerned. He took the chip and set it carefully into the robot"s enlarged head. He fixed it in place and closed the face-plate. "Now he should be operative. We should test him."
"Your name is Roland Robot," Gwenny said. "You are now twice as tall as you were, and stronger in proportion. How do you feel?"
The robot animated. "I feel-strange. I-" He sneezed.
"The virus!" Hannah wailed. "It is is the same! It"s my fault." the same! It"s my fault."
Roland"s head turned to bear on her. "What phenomenally fair creature is this?" he asked, amazed. Goody wasn"t sure how metal features conveyed such emotion, but they did.
"Just me, Hannah Barbarian. I"m sorry I infected you."
"I love you."
"What?"
"Worship, desire, adore, deify, amour-"
"But you"re a machine!"
"And you"re a ravishingly lovely barbarian woman. Just my type."
"That infection," Gwenny said, awed. "It oriented the program on her. He really is in love with her."
Had their seeming success become disaster?
Roland crossed to Hannah and put his metal arms around her. "Embrace me, beloved. Kiss me with your splendid barbarian pa.s.sion. I am yours."
"But I"m alive!" she protested. "You"re iron."
"I must have you, you luscious creature, lest my unrequited desire melt my innards." He put his face-plate to her face, attempting to kiss her.
"But this is impossible! You don"t have lips."
"And I must possess you, you unutterably exotic delight. Hold me close."
"But you don"t have a-"
He paused. "So I don"t. Make me one. I need it."
"That"ll be the day!" the parody said, finding this hilarious. "The chip needs a poker."
"The bra.s.sy men have bra.s.s ones," Roland said. "I can have an iron one."
"How do you know about bra.s.sies?" Hannah asked, surprised.
"It"s in my new improved data bank. A person can"t have a conscience without knowing to what it applies. All species of Xanth are there, and all are to be respected on their own terms as long as they don"t get in my way. It"s the barbarian code."
"So it is," Hannah agreed. "I like that."
"Then get me the parts I need to love you completely." He drew her close again.
"Attaboy, Robbie! Give her an iron smooch!" the peeve said.
"Com Pewter," Goody said urgently. "Change reality! Abolish the virus."
"Pewter can change the reality of the locale and the events," Tristan said. "But the robot is governed by the programmed chip. That must be removed and reprogrammed."
"Then remove it!"
Tristan approached Roland. "Oh, no," the robot said. "I don"t want to be changed. It would deny me the great love of my unlife."
"If you love Hannah," Gwenny said, "You will want what she wants."
Roland nodded in the manner Hannah might have. "True. If my love asks this of me, I must obey, though it crack my iron heart."
"Ask him, Hannah," Goody said.
But Hannah hesitated. "He"s a barbarian male. An iron one, it is true, but still barbarian. And he loves me."
"Yes, it"s in his infected program," Tristan said. "He will never stop, unless that program is changed."
"And now is the time to change it," Gwenny said. "We need to get it right before we leave this cave. Pewter doesn"t give refunds."