the central office of the Society of Wizards, I'll go back to the Enchanted Forest and hunt up a few of them there, dragonsbane or no dragonsbane.'
'I don't think that's necessary,' Cimorene said quickly. 'Mendanbar seems to have everything under control.'
'For now,' said Scorn.
Not for the first time, Morwen was glad that Cimorene and Telemain, at least, could not understand what her cats were saying.
11
In Which They Make an Unexpected Detour
The next morning, much to Morwen's relief, Telemain appeared to have recovered: Without tiring, he walked briskly to and from the stream to wash up, and his color was nearly normal, After breakfast, he arranged everyone to his satisfaction and muttered the transportation spell.
They materialized on a sunny, grass-covered hillside, and as soon as their feet were firmly planted, Telemain sat down.
'Telemain?' Morwen said with concern. The magician looked a little gray.
'I'm all right,' Telemain said. 'I just need a minute to catch my breath.'
Killer's long blue ears pricked up. 'How long a minute? Have I got time for a snack? Because I think I smell a patch of clover off to the left there, and I'm hungry.'
'I don't know what you're complaining about,' Kazul said. 'You had plenty of breakfast. Four cheese sandwiches aren't much of a meal for a dragon.'
'Five,' said Trouble.
'Pine needles are not very filling,' Killer said with dignity.
'Besides, I want to see what the clover is like outside the Enchanted Forest. I may not get the chance again.'
Flicking a look at Telemain, Morwen said, 'Go ahead, Killer. Just don't get out of sight.'
Killer ambled off, his hooves just grazing the tips of the waving grasses.
'What a good thing you got him stabilized,' Morwen said to Telemain.
'Otherwise he'd be walking around Kazul's head by now.'
'It would serve him right,' Scorn said, switching her tail. 'That idiot rabbit is worse than Fiddlesticks.'
'Nobody's worse than Fiddlesticks,' said Trouble.
Scorn gave him a green glare, then bounded over to Kazul. Two seconds later, both cats were perched on the dragon's back, basking in the sun.
Smiling slightly, Morwen found a sun-warmed rock and sat down.
Cimorene joined her at once, and though Telemain gave them both a suspicious frown, he did not comment.
'It's so nice to be able to just sit down, without worrying about what you're sitting on,' Cimorene said. 'In the Enchanted Forest, you have to be careful that you don't land on someone who's been transformed into a flower or a rock.'
'Or sit on something that will transform you into a flower or a rock,' Telemain added. He appeared to have his breath back, but he still looked a little pale so Morwen did not suggest that they continue.
The drowsy silence was broken by an earsplitting bray. 'Eee-augh! Go away!' yelled Killer. 'Morwen said I could eat this, and I'm going to. Leave me alone!'
Morwen looked up. The curve of the hill hid the donkey from sight, along with whatever he was shouting at.
'Blast that creature,' Morwen muttered, getting to her feet. 'I told him to stay in sight. No, you stay here, Telemain,' she added as the magician started to follow. 'There's no need to let him inconvenience both of us.'
Nodding, Telemain settled back.
He must really be tired, or he'd disagree, Morwen thought. Perhaps I can get Kazul or Cimorene to override his objections to staying here, or-no, it will be better if Trouble gets conveniently lost for a few hours. I'll have to speak to him as soon as I'm done with Killer.
As she came around the hill, she saw a tall, grayhaired man in baggy blue overalls with a length of rope in one hand and an empty bucket in the other. Standing at the far edge of the clover patch, he stared expressionlessly at Killer and Morwen.
'This your donkey, ma'am?' the man asked.
'Not exactly,' Morwen said. 'What seems to be the problem?'
'He says I can't eat any more,' Killer complained. 'And I'd only just figured out how to get at it, too.'
Morwen glanced down. Below Killer's front hooves, a double hand-span of grass and clover had been trimmed several inches below the surrounding meadow. 'So I see. How did you manage it?'
'Well, if I kneel down and stretch way out-'
'Excuse me, ma'am,' said the man in the overalls, setting his bucket at his feet, 'but if this ain't your donkey, whose is it?'
'He doesn't belong to anyone in particular,' Morwen said. 'And he's not actually a donkey. Why?'
The man in the overall, who had begun uncoiling the length of rope, paused. 'Not a donkey, eh?' He studied Killer intently for a moment.
'Blue's kind of an unusual color for a donkey.'
'What's he getting at, Morwen?' Killer's ears waggled nervously.
'Quiet, Killer,' Morwen said.
'And I got to admit that donkeys don't normally talk much,' the man added. 'So what is he? Enchanted prince? Knight? Circus sideshow performer?'
'Rabbit,' Morwen said. 'Judging from his behavior, a permanently hungry rabbit.'
'Huh.' The man in the overalls eyed Killer speculatively. 'A rabbit named Killer. Amazing, the things people come up with. How'd he end up a blue donkey?'
'It's a long story,' Morwen said. 'Killer, why don't you go back to the others?'
'But what about the clover? I was just getting started. And it's different-not so crunchy, and not as sweet, and there's sort of a cinnamon undertaste that-' 'Not now, Killer. Go let the others know what's happening.'
'Oh, all right.' Muttering sullenly, Killer started back around the hill.
'What's this about others?' demanded the man in the overalls as Morwen turned back to him. 'How many of you are there?'
'Seven, altogether,' Morwen said.
'There are seven of you trampling across my fields and mining the harvest?' the farmer asked, plainly appalled.
'Not exactly. Killer couldn't trample anything right now if he tried, and the rest of us haven't moved around much.'
The farmer shook his head. 'It was bad enough having that donkey or rabbit or whatever eating up my crops, but this! I want the lot of you out, right now.'
'Crops?' Morwen looked pointedly to the left, then to the right, then raised her chin and stared directly at the man in the overalls. 'Grass and clover?'
'Hay,' the man said, unperturbed.
'Hey what?' said Cimorene's voice. 'Morwen, who is this and what is going on? Killer said something about trespassers, but then he got into an argument with your cats, and it's a little hard to follow when you can't understand half of the conversation.'
'This appears to be the man who owns this hill,' Morwen said.
