'What kind of a man would give his enemy his sword and go to sleep?'
That question had been bothering Bink. He had no satisfactory answer. 'A man with iron nerve,' he said at last, knowing that that could only be part of it.
'A man who extends such trust,' she said thoughtfully, 'must expect to receive it.'
'Well, if we're trustworthy and he isn't, he knows he can trust us.'
'It doesn't work that way, Bink. It is the untrustworthy man who distrusts others, because he judges them by himself. I don't see how a documented liar and villain and schemer for the throne like the Evil Magician can be this way.'
'Maybe he's not the historical Trent, but someone else, an imposter-'
'An imposter would still be a liar. But we've seen his power. Magic is never twice the same; he has to be Trent the Transformer.'
'Yet something is wrong.'
'Yes. Something is right; that's what's wrong. He trusts us, and he shouldn't. You could run him through right now, while he sleeps; even if you didn't kill him with the first thrust, he could not transform you in the dark.'
'I wouldn't do that!' Bink exclaimed, horrified.
'Precisely. You have honor. So do I. It is hard to avoid the conclusion that so does he. Yet we know he is the Evil Magician.'
'He must have spoken the truth before,' Bink decided. 'He can't make it through the wilderness alone, and he figures he'll need help to get out of this haunted castle in one piece, and he knows we can't get out alive either, so we're all on the same side and won't hurt each other. So he's serious about the truce.'
'But what about when we get out of all this and the truce ends?'
Bink didn't answer. With that they were silent. But his troubled thoughts continued. If they survived the night in this dread castle, they could probably survive the day. In the morning Trent might figure the truce was over. Bink and Fanchon could guard the Magician through the night; then in the morning Trent could slay them both while they slept. If Trent had taken the first watch, he could not have done that, because he would have to slay the people who would protect him for the remainder of the evening. So it made sense to take the last watch.
No. He was not ready to believe that. Bink himself had chosen the first watch. He had to have faith in the sanctity of the truce. If that faith was misplaced, then he was lost-but he would rather lose that way than to win through dishonor. That decision gave him comfort.
Bink saw no more ghosts that night. At last he gave the sword to Fanchon. To his surprise, he managed to sleep.
He woke at dawn. Fanchon was asleep beside him, looking less ugly than he recalled-in fact, not really homely at all. He certainly was acclimatizing. Would it ever come to the point where Trent seemed noble and Fanchon beautiful?
'Good,' Trent said. He was wearing his sword again. 'Now that you can look out for her, I'll have a look around the premises.' He walked on down the dim hall.
They had survived the night. Bink wasn't sure in retrospect whether he had been more worried about the ghosts or the Magician. He still lacked comprehension of the motives of either.
And Fanchon-as the light brightened, he was sure her appearance had improved. She could hardly be called lovely, but she certainly was not the ugly girl he had perceived when he met her four days ago. In fact, she now reminded him of someone-
'Dee!' he exclaimed.
She woke. 'Yes?'
Her response amazed him as much as the vague resemblance. He had called her Dee-but Dee was elsewhere in Xanth. Why, then, had she answered to that name as if it were her own? 'I-I just thought you-'
She sat up. 'You're right, of course, Bink. I knew I couldn't conceal it much longer.'
'You mean you actually are??'
'I am Chameleon,' she said.
Now he was totally confused. 'That was only a code word we used, to alert-' And an omen
'I am Fanchon-ugly,' she said. 'And Dee-average. And Wynne-beautiful. I change a little every day, completing the circle in the course of a month. A lunar month. It's the female cycle, you know.'
Now he remembered how Dee too had reminded him of someone. 'But Wynne was stupid! You-'
'My intelligence varies inversely,' she explained. 'That is the other facet of my curse. I range from ugly intelligence to lovely idiocy. I've been looking for a spell to turn me normal.'
'A spell for Chameleon,' he said musingly. What an astonishing enchantment. Yet it had to be true, for he had almost caught the similarity when he met Dee, so close to where he had lost Wynne, and now he had seen Fanchon change day by day. Chameleon-she had no magic talent; she was magic, like the centaurs or dragons. 'But why did you follow me into exile?'
'Magic doesn't work outside Xanth. Humfrey told me I would gradually center on my normal state if I went to Mundania. I would be Dee, permanently completely average. That seemed my best choice.'
'But you said you followed me.'
'I did. You were kind to Wynne. My mind may change, but my memory doesn't. You saved her from
