Bink found the anchor chain and hauled on it. The thing snagged infuriatingly, because he did not know how to make it let go, but finally he got it up.

       'What did you do to this guy?' Fanchon demanded, kneeling beside the fallen sailor.

       'I threw him. Crombie showed me how.'

       'Crombie? I don't remember-'

       'A soldier I met in Xanth. We got caught in a hailstorm, and I was going back after Dee, but-well, it's complicated.'

       'Oh yes-you did mention the soldier.' She paused. 'Dee? You went after her? Why?'

       'She had run out into the storm and-well, I liked her.' Then, to cover up what might have been taken as a slight to his present company, who had shown extreme sensitivity about such things before, he said: 'What happened to the other sailors? Did they drown?'

       'I showed them this,' she said, pointing to a wicked-looking boathook. 'They swam for shore instead.'

       'We'd better get moving. If we can figure out the sail'

       'No. The current is carrying us out. Wind's the wrong way. We'd just mess it up, trying to handle the sails when we don't know what we're doing.'

       Bink looked across at the other ship. Lights were on it. 'Those sailors didn't swim ashore,' he said. 'They went next door. They'll be coming after us-under sail.'

       'They can't,' she said. 'I told you-the wind.'

       But now it was unmistakable. The other sail was being spread. They were using the wind.

       'We'd better find that elixir,' she said.

       'Yes.' He had forgotten about it. But for that, they could have run across the land and been lost in Mundania. But could he have lived with himself, buying his own freedom while leaving Xanth subject to the siege of the Evil Magician? 'We'll dump it overboard-'

       'No!'

       'But I thought-'

       'We'll use it as hostage. As long as we have it, they won't close on us. We'll take turns standing on the deck and holding the vial over the sea so they can see us. If anything happens to-'

       'Beautiful!' he exclaimed. 'I never would have thought of that.'

       'First we have to find our hostage. If we guessed wrong about the ship, if they put the catapult on this one and the elixir on the other-'

       'Then they wouldn't be chasing us,' he said.

       'Yes they would. They need the catapult too. And most of all, they need us.'

       They searched the ship. In the cabin was a chained monster of a type Bink had never seen before. It was not large, but quite horrible in other respects. Its body was completely covered with hair, white with black spots, and it had a thin tail, floppy black ears, a small black nose, and gleaming white teeth. Its four feet had stubby claws. It snarled viciously as Bink approached-but it was chained by the neck to the wall, its mad leaps cut brutally short by that tether.

       'What is it?' Bink asked, horrified.

       Fanchon considered. 'I think it's a werewolf.'

       Now the creature looked halfway familiar. It did resemble a werewolf, fixed in its animal stage.

       'Out here in Mundania?'

       'Well, it must be related. If it had more heads, it would be like a cerberus. With only one head, I think it's a dog.'

       Bink gaped. 'A dog! I think you're right. I've never actually seen a dog before. Not in the flesh. Just pictures.''

       'I don't think there are any in Xanth today. There used to be, but they must have migrated out.'

       'Through the Shield?' Bink demanded.

       'Before the Shield was set up, of course-though I'd thought there were references to dogs and cats and horses within the past century. I must have misremembered the dates.'

       'Well, it seems we have one here now. It looks vicious. It must be guarding the elixir.'

       'Trained to attack strangers,' she agreed. 'I suppose we'll have to kill it.'

       'But it's a rare creature. Maybe the only one left alive today.'

       'We don't know that. Dogs might be common in Mundania. But it is rather pretty, once you get used to it.'

       The dog had quieted down, though it still watched them warily. A small dragon might watch a person that way, Bink thought, if the person were just outside its striking range. With the proper break, the person might come within range

       'Maybe we could revive the sailor and have him tame it,' Bink said. 'The animal must be responsive to members of this ship's crew. Otherwise they could never get at the elixir.'

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