doctors who heal the sick and wounded without the use of a single spell, and a device consisting of little beads on columns that multiplies figures with marvelous speed and accuracy.'
'Ludicrous!' Bink said. 'Even magic can't do figures for a person, unless it is a golem, and then it has really become a person.'
'This is what I mean, Bink. Magic is marvelous, but it is also limited. In the long run, the instruments of the Mundanes may have greater potential. Probably the basic life style of the Mundanes is more comfortable than that of many Xanths.'
'There probably aren't as many of them,' Bink muttered. 'So they have no competition for good land.'
'On the contrary. There are many millions of people there.'
'You're never going to convince me of anything, telling such tall stories,' Bink pointed out. 'The North Village of Xanth has about five hundred people, counting all the children, and that's the largest one. There can't be more than two thousand people in the whole kingdom. You talk of thousands of thousands of people, but I know the Mundane world can't be much larger than Xanth!'
The Evil Magician shook his head in mock sadness. 'Bink, Bink! None so blind as those who will not see.'
'And if they really have balloons flying through the air, carrying people, why haven't they flown them over Xanth?' Bink demanded hotly, knowing he had the Magician on the run.
'Because they don't know where Xanth is-don't even believe it exists. They don't believe in magic, so-'
'Don't believe in magic!' The humor had never been very funny, and it was getting worse.
'The Mundanes never did know very much about magic,' Trent said seriously. 'It appears a great deal in their literature, but never in their daily lives. The Shield has closed off the border, as it were, so no truly magic animal has been seen in Mundania in about a century. And it may be to our interest to keep them ignorant,' he continued, frowning. 'If they ever get the notion Xanth is a threat to them, they might use a giant catapult to lob in firebombs-' He broke off, shaking his head as though at some horrible thought. Bink had to admire the perfection of the mannerism, which was as apt as any his father, Roland, employed. He could almost believe there was some fantastic threat lurking. 'No,' the Magician concluded, 'the location of Xanth must remain secret-for now.'
'It won't remain secret if you send all Xanth youths out into Mundania for two years.'
'Oh, we would put an amnesia spell on them first, and revoke it only after they returned. Or at least a geis of silence, so no Mundane could learn from them about Xanth. Thus they would acquire Mundane experience to augment their Xanth magic. Some trusted ones would be permitted to retain their memories and freedom of speech Outside, so they could act as liaisons, recruiting qualified colonists and keeping us informed. For our own safety and progress. But overall-'
'The Fourth Wave again,' Bink said. 'Controlled colonization.'
Trent smiled. 'You are an apt pupil. Many citizens choose not to comprehend the true nature of the original colonizations of Xanth. Actually, Xanth never was very easy to locate from Mundania, because it seems to have no fixed geographic location. Historically, people have colonized Xanth from all over the world, always walking across the land bridge directly from their own countries-and all would have sworn that they migrated only a few miles. Furthermore, all comprehended one another's speech in Xanth, though their original languages were entirely different. So it would appear that there is something magical about the approach to Xanth. Had I not kept meticulous notes of my route, I would never have found my way back this far. The Mundane legends of the animals that departed from Xanth in bygone centuries show that they appeared all over the world, rather than at any specific site. So it seems to work in reverse, too.' He shook his head as if it were a great mystery-and Bink was hard put to it not to become hopelessly intrigued by the concept. How could Xanth be everywhere at once? Did its magic extend, after all, beyond the peninsula, in some peculiar fashion? It would be easy to get hooked by the problem!
'If you like Mundania so well, why are you trying to get back into Xanth?' Bink demanded, trying to distract himself from temptation by focusing on the Magician's contradictions.
'I don't like Mundania,' Trent said, frowning. 'I merely point out that it is not evil, and that it has considerable potential and must be reckoned with. If we do not keep aware of it, it may become aware of us-and that could destroy us. Right along with itself. Xanth represents a haven, like none other known to man. A provincial, backward haven, to be sure-but there is no other place quite like it. And I-I am a Magician. I belong in my land, with my people, protecting them from the horrors arising, which you are not equipped even to imagine?' He lapsed into silence.
'Well, no Mundane tales are going to make me tell you how to get into Xanth,' Bink said firmly.
The Magician's eyes focused on Bink as if only now was he becoming aware of his presence. 'I would prefer not to have to employ coercion,' Trent said softly. 'You know my talent.'
Bink felt a shiver of extremely ugly apprehension. Trent was the transformer-the one who changed men into trees-or worse. The most potent Magician of the past generation-too dangerous to be allowed to remain in Xanth.
Then he felt relief. 'You're bluffing,' he said. 'Your magic can't work outside Xanth-and I'm not going to let you into Xanth.'
'It is not very much of a bluff,' Trent said evenly. 'The magic, as I mentioned, extends slightly beyond the Shield. I can take you to that border and transform you into a toad. And I shall do it-if I have to.'
Bink's relief tightened back into a knot in his stomach. Transformation-the notion of losing his lifelong body without actually dying had an insidious horror. It terrified him.
But he still could not betray his homeland. 'No,' he said, his tongue feeling thick in his mouth.
'I don't understand, Bink. You surely did not leave Xanth voluntarily. I offer you the chance to get your own back.'
'Not that way.'
Trent sighed, with seemingly genuine regret. 'You are loyal to your principles, and I cannot fault you
