Part 25 (1/2)

”Hm,” said Madouc. ”I thought that magic was magic, and that was all there was to it!”

”Not so. Sometimes simple magic seems hard and hard magic seems simple. It is all very complicated. For instance-by your feet I see three dandelions. Pluck their pretty little blossoms.”

Madouc bent and picked the three yellow blooms.

”Hold them between your two hands,” said s.h.i.+mrod. ”Now, bring your hands to your face and kiss both thumbs together.”

Madouc raised her hands to her face and kissed her thumbs. Instantly the soft blossoms became hard and heavy inside her hands. ”Oh! They have changed! May I look?”

”You may look.”

Madouc, opening her hands, discovered three heavy gold coins in place of the dandelion blossoms. ”That is a fine trick! Can I do it myself?”

s.h.i.+mrod shook his head. ”Not now. It is not so easy as it seems. But you may keep the gold.”

”Thank you,” said Madouc. She inspected the coins some what dubiously. ”If I should try to spend the coins, would they become flowers again?”

”If the magic had been done by fairies: perhaps, perhaps not. By sandestin magic, your coins are gold and will remain gold. In fact, the sandestin may well have purloined them from King Casmir's strongbox, to save himself effort.”

Madouc smiled. ”More than ever I am anxious to learn some of these skills. It is useless asking my mother; she lacks all patience. I inquired about my father, but she claimed to remember nothing, not even his name.”

”You mother seems a trifle airy, or even absent-minded.”

Madouc gave a regretful sigh. ”Absent-minded or worse, and I still can show no pedigree, either long or short.”

”Fairies are often careless in their connections,” murmured s.h.i.+mrod. ”It is a sad case.”

”Just so. My maidens-in-attendance call me 'b.a.s.t.a.r.d',” said Madouc ruefully. ”I can only laugh at their ignorance, since they are referring to the wrong father.”

”That is coa.r.s.e conduct,” said s.h.i.+mrod. ”I should think that Queen Sollace would disapprove.”

Madouc shrugged. ”In these cases I dispense my own justice. Tonight, Chiodys and Devonet will find toads and turtles in their beds.”

”The penalty is just, and would seem persuasive.”

”Their minds are weak,” said Madouc. ”They refuse to learn, and tomorrow I will hear it all over again. At first opportunity I intend to search out my pedigree, no matter where it lies hidden.”

Dhrun asked: ”Where will you search? The evidence would seem to be scant, even non-existent.”

”I have not thought the matter through,” said Madouc. ”Probably I will apply again to my mother and hope to stimulate her memory. If all else fails-” Madouc stopped short. ”Chlodys has seen me! Look how she scampers off with the news!”

Dhrun frowned. ”Your present company is not necessarily a scandal.”

”No matter! They want me to beguile Prince Bittern, or perhaps Prince Garcelin, who sits yonder gnawing a pig's foot.”

”The remedy is simple,” said s.h.i.+mrod. ”Let us sit at a table and gnaw pigs' feet of our own. They will hesitate to alter such definite arrangements.”

”It is worth a trial,” said Madouc. ”However, I will gnaw no pig's foot. I much prefer a roast pheasant well-basted with b.u.t.ter.”

”So do I,” said Dhrun. ”A few leeks to the side and some bread will suit me nicely.”