for that. I had hoped it would not come to this.'
Bink had hoped so too. But he seemed to have no choice. Except to watch his chance to make a break for it, risking his life to escape. Better a clean death in combat than to become a toad.
A soldier entered, reminding Bink faintly of Crombie-mainly a matter of bearing, not appearance- and stood at attention. 'What is it, Hastings?' Trent inquired mildly.
'Sir, there is another person through the Shield.'
Trent hardly showed his elation. 'Really? It seems we have another source of information.'
Bink felt a new emotion-but hardly a comfortable one. If there were another exile from Xanth, the Magician could get his information without Bink's help. Would he let Bink go or turn him into a toad anyway, as an object lesson? Remembering Trent's reputation of past times, Bink had little confidence that he would be freed. Anyone who balked the Evil Magician, in whatever trifling manner, was in for it.
Unless Bink gave him the information now, redeeming himself. Should he? Since it could make no difference to the future of Xanth
He saw Trent pausing, looking at him expectantly. Suddenly Bink caught on. This was a setup, a fake announcement, to make him talk. And he had almost fallen for it.
'Well, you won't he needing me, then,' Bink said. One thing about being turned into a toad-he couldn't tell the Magician anything at all in that form. He imagined a potential dialogue between man and toad:
MAGICIAN: Where is the Shieldstone?
TOAD: Croak!
Bink almost smiled. Trent would transform him only as a last resort.
Now Trent returned to the messenger. 'Bring the other one here; I will question him immediately,'
'Sir-it is a woman.'
A woman! Trent seemed mildly surprised, but Bink was amazed. This was not what he expected in a bluff. There was certainly no woman being exiled-and no man either. What was Trent trying to do?
Unless-oh, no!-unless Sabrina had after all followed him out.
Dismay tore at him. If the Evil Magician had her in his power-
No! It could not be. Sabrina did not really love him; the exile and her reaction to it had proved that. She would not give up all she had to follow him out. It simply was not in her nature. And he didn't really love her; he had already decided that. So this had to be a complex ruse on the part of the Magician.
'Very well,' Trent said. 'Bring her in.'
It couldn't be a bluff, then. Not if they actually brought her in. And if it were Sabrina-it couldn't be, he was quite absolutely positively certain of that-or was he projecting, attributing his own attitudes to her? How could he really know what was in her heart? If she had followed him, he couldn't let her be changed into a toad. Yet with all of Xanth at stake-
Bink threw up his hands, mentally. He would just have to play it as it came. If they had Sabrina, he was lost; if it were an ingenious bluff, he had won. Except that he would he a toad.
Perhaps being a toad would not he so bad. No doubt flies would taste very good, and the lady toads would look as good as human girls did now. Maybe the great love of his life was waiting in the grass, warts and all
The ambush detail arrived, half carrying a struggling woman. Bink saw with relief that it was not Sabrina, but a marvelously ugly female he had never seen before. Her hair was wild, her teeth gnarled, her body sexually shapeless.
'Stand,' Trent said mildly, and she stood, responsive to his easy air of command. 'Your name?'
'Fanchon,' she said rebelliously. 'Yours?'
'The Magician Trent.'
'Never heard of you.'
Bink, caught by surprise, had to cough to conceal his snort of laughter. But Trent was unperturbed. 'This puts us on an even footing, Fanchon. I regret the inconvenience my men have caused you. If you will kindly inform me of the location of the Shieldstone, I shall pay you well and send you on your way.'
'Don't tell him!' Bink cried. 'He means to invade Xanth.'
She wrinkled her bulbous nose. 'What do I care about Xanth?' She squinted at Trent. 'I could tell you-but how do I know I can trust you? You might kill me as soon as you had your information.'
Trent tapped his long, aristocratic fingers together. 'This is a legitimate concern. You have no way of knowing whether my given word is good. Yet it should be obvious that I should bear no malice to those who assist me in the pursuit of my objectives.'
'All right,' she said. 'Makes sense. The Shieldstone is at-'
'Traitor!' Bink screamed.
'Remove him,' Trent snapped.
Soldiers entered and grabbed him and hustled him out. He had accomplished nothing except to make it harder for himself.
But then he thought of another aspect. What were the chances of another exile coming from Xanth
