"Where is this ship?" the robot asked.
There would be a whole lot of metal there. The machine was being practical.
"Why don"t you unscrew your thick metal head and throw it away so you"ll look better?"
"I have no emotions," the robot intoned. "You can"t annoy me. Where is the ship!"
"You have no sense either, you bleeping tin can! Now get out of our way before we grind you up for sc.r.a.p."
"That would not be practical. Where is the ship?"
"Blow it out your exhaust, iron a.s.s! You wouldn"t know practical if it chomped your ugly foot."
Little sparks flitted across the robot"s joints. This was not a good sign, for an emotionless machine. "I will pul-ver-ize you," it said, reverting to basic syllables in its distraction. "Where is the ship?"
The machine was certainly single-minded. It had taken the ship reference literally, and wanted to get to it.
"Pulverize us? You and who else, creakbolt?"
"Me and the other clones," the robot answered. And now other robots appeared, surrounding them, all of them goblin-sized. "Where is the ship?"
"I"ll hack one apart," Hannah said. "The rest of you run through the gap that makes, and don"t stop running." She hefted her sword.
"Don"t do that," Eve said. "You"ll be pulverized."
"You have a better plan?"
The princess nodded. "I have seeds. But they will need time to grow, un.o.bserved by the robots. We need to wait until night."
"But they"ll pulverize us now now." Indeed, the robots were closing in on all sides.
"Talk them out of it."
Hannah looked helplessly at Goody. It didn"t work well; she was obviously inexperienced at such looks.
"You can"t pulverize us," Goody said.
"Why not?" the robot asked.
The machine was ready to listen? He had to come up with a reason! "Because-because then you"ll never find the ship."
The robots paused. They evidently had similar programs, so reacted similarly, though only the first one talked.
Then they came to a conclusion. "We need only the bird who has seen the rusty shipwreck. The others are surplus." The advance resumed.
"That"s what you think, rust-for-brains," the parody said. "You can"t catch me." It flew up above them.
The robots paused again. They didn"t know how to deal with this complication. "We need to manufacture flying machines," the first one said.
"And that will take you, how long, hollow bottom? Two days? I"ll be long gone by then."
They paused again. "How can we make you stay, bird?"
"Just treat my friends right, square nuts. I"ll stay with them."
Goody was amazed. The peeve had acted to protect them!
"We will confine you until we build flying machines," the robot decided.
The robots brought metal bars and plunged them into the ground around the prisoners. They welded them together with crossbars, and constructed a barred ceiling. It was a tight cage. They were very efficient. They were after all construction robots.
Then they returned to their logging of ironwood trees, ignoring the prisoners.
"They don"t hate us," Hannah said. "They just want us out of the way."
"But they seem to realize that if we escape, we"ll cause them trouble," Goody said. "So they won"t let us go."
"Not intentionally," Eve said.
Hannah glanced at her. "You really do have seeds to get us out?"
"Oh, yes. But first let"s eat and rest." She brought out two seeds, touched them to her mouth, and dropped them on the ground.
It seemed that the robots were not aware of living creatures" need for food and water, so had provided none. Maybe that was just as well; the less the machines understood of life, the better.
Soon they snacked on pies and drank from the princess"s cup. But then another need developed.
"Oops, I forgot the potty plant," Eve said, dropping another seed. It sprouted and grew, producing several squat potties. Privacy was difficult in their cramped quarters, but dusk was coming, so they held out until shrouded by darkness.
"Somebody"s p.o.o.ping!" the peeve announced helpfully.
"There"s a small one for you too," Eve said, tapping the side of the potty so the bird could locate it.
When the darkness was complete, Eve evoked and planted other seeds. Meanwhile the robots went right on cutting trees, needing no light or rest. They were continuous machines, never pausing. That continued to scare Goody.
"These are slow-growing plants, so we might as well rest while waiting," Eve said.
"Makes sense to me," Hannah said as a root wrestled past their feet. "Just what kind of trees are they?"
"Well, one"s a steelwood that should be too tough for the iron robots to tackle. The other"s a tangle tree."
"A tangler! Here in our cage?"
"But there"s one thing: they are spelled not to harm me, but the rest of you lack that protection."
"Now she tells us!" the bird said irately.
"Not to worry, cutebeak. I"ll protect you."
"Just for incidental information," Hannah said, "how do you mean to do that?"
"I"ll put my arms around you, and they"ll leave us all alone. But we must stay together, or there could be mischief."
"Such as us getting eaten by the tangle tree," Goody said uneasily.
"True," she said. "We had better get together before it gets big enough to feed."
They got together, arranging themselves for maximum coverage. Hannah sat leaning back against the trunk of the centrally growing steelwood tree, and Goody sat on her lap facing away, the bird on his shoulder. This put his head against her metal halter, which was comfortable, as the halter was flexible. Then Eve sat before them, her legs half around their thighs, and leaned in to hug them with her arms. This put her bosom almost into Goody"s face. He would have freaked out, had he been able to see anything. "This should do it," she said. "The tendrils will encounter my limbs and move away."
What could he do? Shielded by both their soft bodies, he drifted off to a rather pleasant sleep. Even the irascible bird, similarly pressed, made no complaint.
He woke as Eve stirred. "Time to break out," she said. "All we have to do is climb the trunk of the steelwood tree; it has penetrated the roof of the cage."
Eve lifted herself up and caught hold of the lower branches of the steelwood. She climbed. When she was clear, Goody followed, and finally Hannah.
Sure enough, the top of the cage had burst asunder, and they were able to step out onto the twisted remnant of its framework. But next to the steelwood was the tangle tree; Goody felt its tentacles quivering as they sensed his approach. "The tangler-"
"That"s to catch the pieces of the cage as they come loose, and set them down silently," Eve explained. "And to distract the robots, if necessary."
"But won"t it grab us?"
"I"ll have to hold you." She felt for him in the dark, picked him up, and held him close. "Okay, Tangier," she said.
Tentacles wrapped around them and heaved them both up. Then they were swinging around and down, and deposited on the ground. "Wait here while I fetch Hannah," she said as she set him down.
He waited, highly conscious of the surrounding tentacles. They could so readily wrap around him and carry him into the deadly trunk! He did not dare move anything.
"Aw, I dare you, greenie!" the parody said.
Oh, no! The bird was taunting the tree!
Then Eve and Hannah dropped down beside him. "Naughty birdy," Eve said, laughing.
They made their way quietly from the cage trees to the regular forest that surrounded the stumps of the iron woods. They heard the continuous noises from the robot loggers not far distant. Only when they were safely within it did they pause to get some light. Hannah had some fireweed bulbs in her pack; she brought one out, and used its flame to illuminate their way.
There was a commotion back at the cage. "I think they have discovered our absence," Hannah said.
"And the tangle tree has discovered them," Eve said.
"Will they search for us?" Goody asked, worried.
"They may try," Eve said. "I just dropped a magnet tree seed."
"And that will-?" Hannah asked.
"Attract and hold any iron in the vicinity. Strongly."
"So they won"t be coming this way soon."
"Not soon," Eve agreed. "We can rest until dawn in a couple of hours."
"Then hurry back to Castle Roogna," Goody said.
"Not yet," Eve said. "We haven"t seen the factory."
Goody and Hannah tried to exchange a glance, but couldn"t make the connection in the darkness. This teen was serious about the mission.
They settled down and slept until dawn. They had no concern about dangerous beasts; the robots had driven most wildlife away with their constant activity.
In the morning they organized and resumed their walk. They made a wide detour around the ironwood forest, which continued to resound with the sounds of its ongoing destruction.
Just south of the field of stumps they spied it: a ma.s.s of pipes, wires, and moving blocks. There was a huge fire, evidently used to heat cauldrons of iron during the night when no sunlight was available to be concentrated. "Now we know what else they"re doing with the regular wood," Hannah said grimly. "Nothing is safe from them."
"Now we know," Goody echoed. "It just gets worse and worse."
"And it"s all your fault, dumbbells!"
"We were fools," Hannah agreed with half a sigh.
"I don"t know how you could have antic.i.p.ated anything like this," Eve said. "There"s been nothing in Xanth like it before. Anyone would have been deceived."
"You know, princess," Hannah said, "I could almost get to like you, if I tried."
"Too bad you"re not a handsome prince who"s not too fussy about age."
They laughed. Then they set about making their way back to Castle Roogna. Rather than circle the iron forest again, they cut west to intersect an enchanted path. They had to spend a third night on the road, but it was comfortable, and no more seeds needed to be planted.
Here there was nothing more dangerous than a wanna bee, which was really a fly that tried to look and buzz like a bee. They ate and washed up, reasonably well coordinated, and the princess managed not to flash anything in Goody"s direction. She had indeed learned her lesson.
Then, as they were ready to retire for the night, one more traveler appeared. This was a flying centaur filly. "Oh, h.e.l.lo," she said as she landed. "I thought this camp was unoccupied."
"Welcome to join us," Hannah said, and introduced the others. They learned that the latest arrival was Cynthia Centaur. She was magnificently breasted, as all grown centaur fillies were. Goody struggled to avoid staring.
"A flying horse-rear!"
"The bird!" Goody, Hannah, and Eve said almost together.
"Get a load of those bare b.o.o.bs!"
"It"s a pet peeve who spent time in h.e.l.l," Goody said. "It is always in a foul temper, and insults everybody in range. I"m trying to find a good home for it."
"I can appreciate that your work is cut out for you," Cynthia said.
"My job is to protect him from the mischief the bird invokes," Hannah said.
The centaur turned to Eve. "And you"re really a princess?"
"On a special mission," Eve said, but did not clarify. That was the hint to the others to be silent about the robot menace, at least until they had reported to the king.