Part 20 (1/2)
”Oh, yeah, that's right. Okay, Para: were you delivered?”
One slap, which he heard as Yes.
”So no one made you?”
Yes. There was a moment of confusion as they established that the answer was literal: no one had made the craft, because it had been delivered by a stork.
”This is getting interesting.” Breanna said. ”Who could be the parents of a boat with ten pairs of duck feet1'”
Edsel zeroed in on the answer. ”Was your mother a duck?” Edsel asked.
Two loot slaps. No.
He tried other creatures, hut none was right.
Breanna got a notion. ”A boat! Was your mother a boat?”
Yes.
They considered. It seemed unlikely to be an ordinary boat. What kind of boat could signal the stork?
”A dream boat?” Breanna said, a bulb flas.h.i.+ng over her head.
Yes.
”Was your father a duck?” Three slaps, signifying uncertainty. ”Uncertain because you don't know?
No.
”Because it's not exactly a duck?”
Yes.
They tried variations of ducks, and finally Edsel got it: ”A quack. Your father was a quack.”
Yes. It turned out that the two had blundered onto a love spring, tricked there by Anemone, which was a water creature with a bad att.i.tude - an enemy, in fact. They desperately signaled the stork about ten times before they managed to get clear of that potent water. The stork works had pondered the order for some months, and finally compromised by delivering one boat with ten pairs of duck feet. By that time the quack was long gone, but the dream boat remained, and she showed Para the ways of the water. But he had to learn the way of the land himself, and that was chancy.
Now they wanted to know how Para had come to be a.s.sociated with the two docks, where Breanna had first encountered him. This was hard to zero in on, but they were making progress - when Justin and Pia returned.
”I'm almost disappointed.” Breanna murmured, smiling. She had a very, white smile in the subdued light of the illusion castle.
”There'll be other occasions,” Edsel said. Then they focused on the others. The four stood beside the boat, catching up. The two who had gone underground seemed oddly animated, as if they had had some transcendent experience.
”We have discovered a tree,” Justin said. ”The Coventree. This region is safe for us.”
”A tree?” Edsel asked, wondering if he had missed the punch line.
”But, we've just got to help that tree.” Pia said. ”It's getting drowned out. and so are its friends.”
”But we can't take time to get involved in forestry,” Breanna protested. ”We have to get Edsel and Pia safely back to the O-Xone ”
”I think not,” Justin said. Breanna spluttered. ”But-” Justin turned to his companion. ”Pia?”
Pia turned to Edsel ”I would be so grateful for your support. So very, very grateful.”
She never spoke like that unless she really wanted something, and not only could she make him extraordinarily glad to cooperate, she could make him phenomenally unhappy when he did not. ”You have it.” he said immediately. He didn't need to know what he was committing himself to, just that heaven was better than h.e.l.l.
”Thank you,” she said, and hugged and kissed him. She had her sixteen year old body back, and it put images of squadrons of storks into his fevered imagination. She would make good on the implication, too, when the opportunity came. She always did. The fact was, he loved being wound around her little finger.
”Since they are determined to resolve this matter,” Justin was saying, ”we are obliged to a.s.sist them in whatever way we are able.”
”Have you been enchanted?” Breanna asked suspiciously. ”What happened down there?”
”We'll show you,” Pia said. ”Come, you must meet the Coven-tree.”
Breanna shot a desperate glance at Edsel, but he was lost. He could argue with Pia, he could exchange insults with her. he could be mad at her, but he could not oppose her when she used her s.e.x appeal to win her way. He knew this did not mean that she would remain married to him, but for the duration of his cooperation in her design, she would be his loving girlfriend. That might be the best he could get, and he was incapable of refusing it.
”I guess we have to do it,” Breanna said, clearly not entirely pleased Justin embraced her and kissed her. and pinched her bottom ”Justin!” she said, astonished. ”You got fres.h.!.+”
”Something I learned from Pia.” he said, looking apprehensive.
”You learned from-what were you two doing down there?!”
”He told me that you surprised him.” Pia said evenly ”I told him how to surprise you in turn.”
”Oh ” The girl reconsidered, perhaps remembering the business of holding hands. Then she turned back to Justin. ”Okay. Do it again Edsel had to laugh. Pia had made quite an impression on those two, first getting Breanna to lead Justin into something, then getting him to initiate something. Physical romance was a process Pia knew volumes about. The Xanthly Adult Conspiracy would never be the same.
Then Justin and Pia led the way down into the nether section. Para followed them, his duck feet handling the steps well enough. Edsel hesitated, then drew the lid down, closing them in: it now seemed safer than advertising where they had gone.
”First the tour,” Pia said. ”I know you're tired, and we'll rest soon, but this is important.”
Actually Edsel wasn't tired, because he had been riding in the boat and then sitting and talking with Breanna. He was curious to know what had gotten Pia so excited and commuted.
It was a showing of six museum-style pictures or settings. Illusion paintings, Justin explained. Two were of snowy mountains, and four were of a pleasant wooded valley.
They completed the circuit. They were back at the stairway. ”That's it?” Breanna asked. Edsel felt much the same. So there were six somewhat repet.i.tive pictures, so what?
”The snows are melting,” Pia said. ”The valley is flooding.” Edsel exchanged a glance with Breanna. This time he did the honors.
”So?”
”So the runoff from the mountains is flooding the valley,” Pia said. ”The roots of the trees are drowning, and so the trees are dying.”
Edsel shrugged. ”It happens. What's your point?”
”Those are good trees. It's not right just to let them die, when we can maybe do something to save them.”
”Since when were you ever an environmentalist?”
Instead of retorting with a cutting remark. Pia paused to consider. ”Since I met the Coventree ”