'So his transformation ability is a bluff, even though it is real,' he said. 'He would have to keep us caged right there, or we'd escape and get out of his power. He has to get all the way into Xanth or he really has very little power. No more power than he already has as General of his army-the power to kill.'
'All he can get now is the tantalizing taste of real power,' she said. 'I'll bet he wants to get into Xanth!'
'But meanwhile, we're still in his power.'
She set out the bricks, catching the limited sunlight. 'What are you going to do?' she asked.
'If he lets me go, I'll travel on into Mundania. That's where I was headed before I was ambushed. One thing Trent has shown me-it is possible to survive out there. But I'll make sure to note my route carefully; it seems Xanth is hard to find from the other direction.'
'I meant about the Shieldstone.'
'Nothing.'
'You won't tell him?'
'No, of course not,' he said. 'Now we know his magic can't really hurt us worse than his soldiers can, some of the terror is gone. Not that it matters. I don't blame you for telling him.'
She looked at him. Her face was still ugly, but there was something special in it now. 'You know, you're quite a man, Bink.'
'No, I'm nothing much. I have no magic.'
'You have magic. You just don't know what it is.'
'Same thing.'
'I followed you out here, you know.'
Her meaning was coming clear. She had heard about him in Xanth, the traveler with no spell. She had known that would be no liability in Mundania. What better match-the man with no magic, the woman with no beauty. Similar liabilities. Perhaps he could get used to her appearance in time; her other qualities were certainly commendable. Except for one thing.
'I understand your position,' he said. 'But, if you cooperate with the Evil Magician, I won't have anything to do with you, even if he makes you beautiful. Not that it matters-you can get your reward in Xanth when he takes over, if he honors his given word this time.'
'You restore my courage,' she said. 'Let's make a break for it.'
'How?'
'The bricks, dummy. They're hard now. As soon as it's dark, we'll make a pile-'
'The grate keeps us in; its door is still locked. A step won't make any difference. If just getting up there were the only problem, I could lift you-'
'There is a difference,' she murmured. 'We pile the bricks, stand on them, and push the whole grate up. It's not anchored; I checked that when they brought us in here. Gravity holds it down. It's heavy, but you're strong-'
Bink looked up with sudden hope. 'You could prop it up after I heave. Step by step, until-'
'Not so loud!' she whispered fiercely. 'They may still be eavesdropping.' But she nodded. 'You've got the idea. It's not a sure thing but it's worth a try. And we'll have to make a raid on the store of elixir, so he can't use it even if someone else comes out to tell him where the Shieldstone is. I've been working it all out.'
Bink smiled. He was beginning to like her.
Chapter 10.
Chase
At night they piled up the bricks. Some crumbled, for the scant sunlight had not been sufficient to bake them properly, but on the whole they were surprisingly sturdy. Bink listened carefully for the guards, waiting until they took what they called a 'break.' Then he stepped to the top of the brick pile, braced his hands against the edge of the grate and shoved.
As his muscles tightened, he suddenly realized that this was Fanchon's real reason for demanding the privacy curtain of the privy. It had not been to hide her unsightly anatomy, but to hide the bricks-so they would be preserved for this moment, this effort to escape. And he had never caught on.
The revelation gave him strength. He shoved hard-and the grate rose with surprising ease. Fanchon scrambled up beside him and jammed the privy pot under the lifted edge.
Ugh! Maybe some year someone would develop a pot that smelled of roses!
But it did the job. It supported the grate as he eased off. Now there was room to scramble out. Bink gave her a boost, then hauled himself up. No guards saw them. They were free.
'The elixir is on that ship,' Fanchon whispered, pointing into the darkness.
'How do you know that?' Bink asked.
'We passed it on our way to the-transformation. It's the only thing that would be guarded so carefully. And you can see the catapult aboard it.'
She had certainly kept her eyes open. Ugly she might be, but she was smart He hadn't thought to survey the premises with such an analytic eye!
