return the favor, as I said I would.'
No need, Magician. When you came two weeks ago, I did not make the connection. After all, you wore a different body when I first met you, eight centuries ago. But in the past two weeks I worked it out. You returned that favor eight hundred years ago.
'No, I came back here to my own time. So-'
You brought victory to King Roogna. Therefore his rival Magician Murphy retired from politics, preferring to wait until some better situation arose. He came to me.
'Murphy was exiled?' Dor asked, startled.
It was voluntary. King Roogna would have liked to have his company, but Murphy was restless. He is in my storage now. Perhaps one century I will release him, when Xanth has need of his talent. Now, in exchange for the harpy Prince, I have Murphy and Vadne, who may one day make a fine pair. You owe me nothing.
'I, uh, guess so, if you see it that way,' Dor said.
'Still-'
'If ever you choose to travel from your body again, keep me in mind, the Coral thought. I learned a great deal about life, though I do not yet properly comprehend the sexual nature of Man.
'No one does,' Dor said, smiling.
'I do not experience emotion. But in your body I did. I liked the little Princess.
'She is likable,' Dor agreed. 'Uh, look-I promised to have the access hoop shrunk back to ring size, but-'
Forgiven. Farewell, Magician.
'Farewell, Coral.' The rug took off and zoomed back through the cavernly passages. When it emerged into the sky it hesitated, until Dor remembered that he had not told it where to go next. 'Good Magician Humfrey's castle.'
Dor was reminded again that Humfrey's castle stood where the Zombie Master's castle had once been. The two were of different designs; probably the site had been razed more than once, and rebuilt.
Humfrey was as usual poring over a massive tome, paying no attention to what went on around him-supposedly. 'What, you again?' he demanded irritably.
'Listen, gnome-' Grundy began.
The Good Magician smiled-a rare thing for him. 'Why listen, when I can read? Observe.' And he gestured them to look at the book, over his shoulder.
'But I'm not a killer!' Dor protested vehemently. I'm only a twelve-year-old-' He caught himself, but didn't know how to correct his slip.
'A twelve-year veteran of warfare!' she exclaimed. 'Surely you have killed before!'
It was grossly misplaced, but her sympathy gratified him strongly. His tired body reacted; his left arm reached out to enclose her hips in its embrace, as she stood beside him. He squeezed her against his side. Oh, her posterior was resilient!
'Why, Dor!' she said, surprised and pleased. 'You like me!'
Dor forced himself to drop his arm. What business did he have, touching her? Especially in the vicinity of her cushiony posteriori 'More than I can say.'
'I like you too, Dor.' She sat down in his lap, her derriere twice as soft and bouncy as before. Again his body reacted, enfolding her in an arm. Dor had never before experienced such sensation. Suddenly he was aware that his body knew what to do, if only he let it. That she was willing. That it could be an experience like none he had imagined in his young life. He was twelve; his body was older. It could do it.
'Oh, Dor,' she murmured, bending her head to kiss him on the mouth. Her lips were so sweet he-
The flea chomped him hard on the left ear. Dor bashed at it-and boxed his ear. The pain was brief but intense.
He stood up, dumping Millie roughly to her feet. 'I have to get some rest,' he said.
She made no further sound, but only stood there, eyes downcast He knew he had hurt her terribly. She had committed the cardinal maidenly sin of being forward, and been rebuked. But what could he do? He did not exist in her world. He would soon depart, leaving her alone for eight hundred years, and when they rejoined he would be twelve years old again. He had no right!
But oh, what might have been, were he more of a man.
Dor found himself blushing. 'That's-you mean that book records everything, even my private feelings?' Yet obviously it did.
'We were not about to let a future King of Xanth go unmonitored,' Humfrey remarked. 'Especially when our own history was involved. Not that we could do anything about it, once the tapestry spell was cast. Still, as vicarious experience-'
'Was it valid?' Dor asked. 'I mean, did I really change history?'
'That is a question that may never be answered to absolute satisfaction. I would say you did, and you did not.'
'A typically gnomish answer,' Grundy said.
'One must consider the framework of Xanth history,' the Good Magician continued. 'A series of Waves of Mundane conquest, with the population decimated again and again. If every person lived and reproduced without a break, any interruption in that process would eliminate many of today's residents. All the descendants of
