pay such good, responsive attention. At any rate, they got the lead out-but paid a hideous price. Because the Mundanes of Mundania learned about the magic. They were true to their type: greedy and rapacious. The notion of cheap gold sent them into a frenzy. They invaded, stormed the wall, and killed all the First Wave men and children.'
'But-' Bink protested, horrified.
'These were the Secondwavers,' Cherie said gently. 'They saved the Firstwaver women, you see. Because the Second Wave was an all-male army. They thought there was a machine to convert the lead into gold, or an alchemical process organized by a secret formula. They didn't really believe in magic; that was just a convenient term to describe the unknown. So they didn't realize that the lead was converted into gold by the magic of a child-until too late. They had destroyed what they had come for.'
'Horrible!' Bink said. 'You mean I am descended from-'
'From the rape of a First Wave mother. Yes-there is no other way you can authenticate your lineage. We centaurs had never liked the Firstwavers, but we were sorry for them then. The Secondwavers were worse. They were literal pirates, rapacious. Had we known, we would have helped the Firstwavers fight them off. Our archers could have ambushed them-' She shrugged. Centaur archery was legendary; no need to belabor the point.
'Now the invaders settled,' she continued after a pause. 'They sent their own archers all over Xanth, killing-' She broke off, and Bink knew how keenly she felt the irony of her kind being prey to the inferior archery of human beings. She gave a little shudder that almost dislodged him, and forced herself to continue. 'Killing centaurs for meat. Not until we organized and ambushed their camp, putting shafts through half of them, did they agree to let us alone. Even after that, they did not honor their agreement very well, for they had precious little sense of honor.'
'And their children had magic,' Bink continued, seeing it now. 'And so the Thirdwavers invaded and killed off the Secondwavers-'
'Yes, this happened after several generations, though it was every bit as vicious when it came. The Secondwavers had become tolerably good neighbors, all things considered, by then. Again, only the women were saved-and not many of them. Because they had been in Xanth all their lives, their magic was strong. They used it to eliminate their rapist husbands one by one in ways that could not be directly traced to the women. But their victory was their defeat, for now they had no families at all. So they had to invite in more Mundanes-'
'This is ghastly!' Bink said. 'I am descended from a thousand years of ignominy,'
'Not entirely. The history of man in Xanth is brutal, but not without redeeming values, even greatness. The Second Wave women organized, and brought in only the finest men they could locate. Strong, just, kind, intelligent men, who understood the background but came more from principle than from greed. They promised to keep the secret and to uphold the values of Xanth. They were Mundanes, but they were noble ones.'
'The Fourthwavers!' Bink exclaimed. 'The finest of them all.'
'Yes. The Xanth women were widows and victims of rape and finally murderesses. Some were old, or scarred physically and emotionally by the campaign. But they all had strong magic and iron determination; they were the survivors of the cruel upheaval that had wiped out all other humans in Xanth. These qualities were quite evident. When the new men learned the whole truth, some turned about and returned to Mundania. But others liked marrying witches. They wanted to have children with potent magic, and they thought it might be hereditary, so they regarded youth and beauty as secondary. They made excellent husbands. Others wanted the potentials of the unique land of Xanth developed and protected; they were the environmentalists, and magic was the most precious part of the environment. And not all the Fourthwavers were men; some were carefully selected young women, brought in to marry the children, so that there would not be too much inbreeding. So it was a settlement, not an invasion, and it was not rooted in murder but based on sound commercial and biological principles.'
'I know,' Bink said. 'That was the Wave of the first great Magicians.'
'So it was. Of course, there were other Waves, but none so critical. The effective dominance of human beings in Xanth dates from that Fourth Wave. Other invasions killed many and drove more into the backwoods, but the continuity was never broken. Just about every truly intelligent or magical person traces his ancestry to the Fourth Wave; I'm sure you do too.'
'Yes,' Bink agreed. 'I have ancestors from the first six Waves, but I always thought the First Wave lineage was the most important.'
'The institution of the Magic Shield finally stopped the Waves. It kept all Mundane creatures out and all Xanth creatures in. It was hailed as the salvation of Xanth, the guarantor of utopia. But somehow things didn't improve much. It is as if the people exchanged one problem for another-a visible threat for an invisible one. In the past century Xanth has been entirely free from invasion-but other threats have developed.'
'Like the fireflies and the wiggles and Bad Magician Trent,' Bink agreed. 'Magical hazards.'
'Trent was not a bad Magician,' Cherie corrected him. 'He was an Evil Magician. There's a distinction-a crucial one.'
'Urn, yes. He was a good Evil Magician. Lucky they got rid of him before he took over Xanth.'
'Certainly. But suppose another Evil Magician appears? Or the wiggles manifest again? Who will save Xanth this time?'
'I don't know,' Bink admitted.
'Sometimes I wonder whether the Shield was really a good idea. It has the net effect of intensifying the magic in Xanth, preventing dilution from outside. As if that magic were building up toward an explosion point. Yet I certainly wouldn't want to return to the days of the Waves!'
Bink had never thought of it that way. 'Somehow I find it hard to appreciate the problems of the concentration of magic in Xanth,' he said. 'I keep wishing there were just a little more. Enough for me, for my talent.'
'You might be better off without it,' she suggested. 'If you could just obtain a dispensation from the King-'
'Ha!' Bink said. 'I'd be better off living like a hermit in the wilderness. My village won't tolerate a man without a talent.'
