Bink headed for the remembered sound of the first snort, tuning out all others. Abruptly the fog dissipated. Apparently the Sorceress could not maintain her illusions too near the premises of the rival Magician, whose specialty was truth.
'I'll get you yet!' her voice cried from the air behind. Then she and all her effects were gone, and the sky was clear.
Bink circled the castle, which now had its proper aspect. He was shivering with reaction; how close he had come to losing his duel with the Sorceress! If he had turned back-
He found an open portal in an upper turret and angled through it. The phoenix was a powerful flier, with good control; he probably could have outdistanced a real dragon, even with his hurt wing.
It took a moment for his beady eyes to adjust to the gloom of the interior. He flapped from one room to another and finally located the Magician, poring over a massive tome. For an instant the little man reminded Bink of Trent in the Roogna library; both had serious interest in books. Had the two really been friends twenty years ago, or merely associates?
Humfrey looked up. 'What are you doing here, Bink?' he inquired, surprised. He didn't seem to notice the form Bink was in.
Bink tried to talk, but could not. The phoenix was silent; its magic related to survival from fire, not to human discourse.
'Come over here by the mirror,' Humfrey said, rising.
Bink came. As he approached, the magic mirror showed a scene. Evidently this mirror was a twin to the one he had broken, for he saw no cracks to indicate repair.
The picture was of the wilderness, Chameleon lying nude and lovely and bleeding despite a crude compact of leaves and moss on her abdomen. Before her stood Trent, sword drawn, as a wolf-headed man approached.
'Oh, I see,' Humfrey said. 'The Evil Magician has returned. Foolish of him; this time he won't be exiled, he'll be executed. Good thing you managed to warn me; he's a dangerous one. I see he stabbed the girl and transformed you, but you managed to get away. Good thing you had the sense to come here.'
Bink tried to speak again, and failed again. He danced about anxiously.
'More to say? This way.' The gnomelike Magician took down a book and opened it, setting it on top of his prior volume on the table. The pages were blank. 'Speak,' he said.
Bink tried yet again. No sound emerged, but he saw the words forming in neat script on the pages of the book:
Chameleon is dying! We must save her.
'Oh, of course,' Humfrey agreed. 'A few drops of healing water will take care of that. There'll be my fee, naturally. But first we'll have to deal with the Evil Magician, which means we'll have to detour to the North Village to pick up a stunner. No magic of mine can handle Trent!'
No! Trent is trying to save her! He's not-
Humfrey's brow wrinkled. 'You are saying that the Evil Magician helped you?' he asked, surprised. 'That is hard to believe, Bink.'
As quickly as possible, Bink explained about Trent's conversion.
'Very well,' Humfrey said with resignation. 'I'll take your word that he is acting in your interest in this case. But I suspect you're a bit naive, and now I don't know who's going to pay my fee. The Evil Magician is very likely to get away anyway, while we detour. But we have to try to catch him for a fair trial. He has broken the law of Xanth, and must be dealt with immediately. It would profit us nothing if we saved Chameleon while leaving Xanth in peril from the conquering lust of the transformer.'
There was so much more Bink wanted to explain, but Humfrey gave him no chance. And of course he probably was being naive; once the Evil Magician had time to reconsider, he would probably revert to form. He was a serious threat to Xanth. Yet Bink knew that Trent had won the duel, and so Bink, as loser, should no longer interfere in the Magician's affairs. This was a devious but increasingly strong conviction. He hoped Trent managed to escape.
Humfrey led him down to the castle cellar, where he tapped some fluid from a barrel. He sprinkled a drop on Bink's wing, and it was instantly sound again. The rest he put in a small bottle, which he tucked into his vest pocket.
Now the Good Magician went to a closet and hauled out a plush carpet. He unrolled it, then sat cross-legged on it. 'Well, get on, birdbrain!' he snapped. 'You'll get lost out there by yourself, especially with Iris fooling around with the weather reports.'
Bink, perplexed, stepped onto the carpet and faced the Magician. Then the rug lifted. Startled, Bink spread his wings and dug his feet deeply into the material, hanging on. It was a flying carpet.
The thing angled neatly out through a portal, then looped high up into the sky. It leveled, then accelerated. Bink, facing backward, had to furl his wings tightly and almost puncture the fabric with his claws to keep from being dislodged by the wind. He saw the castle shrink in the distance.
'Just an artifact I accepted in lieu of service some years back,' Humfrey explained conversationally. He sneezed. 'Never had much use for it; just collects dust. But I suppose this is an emergency.' He peered at Bink, shaking his head dubiously. 'You claim the Evil Magician transformed you to help you get to me quickly? Just nod your beak once for yes, twice for no.'
Bink nodded once.
'But he did stab Chameleon?'
Another nod. But that was not the whole story.
'He didn't really mean to stab her? Because he was really trying to kill you, and she got in the way?'
