In the library, King Trent spoke his mind. 'Here in Xanth we have a hierarchy of magic. As the most powerful Magician, I am King, and the most powerful Sorceress is my consort The Good Magician Humfrey is our eldest statesman. But you, Bink-you are anonymous. You have equivalent magic, but it is secret. This means you don't have the status your talent deserves. Perhaps this constitutes a threat to your welfare.'
'But there is no danger-'
'Not true, Bink. Whoever sent that sword constitutes a threat to you, though probably not a great one. However, your talent is powerful, not smart It protects you from hostile magic, but has a problem with intangible menaces. As we know, your situation at home is not ideal at the moment, and-'
Bink nodded. 'But as we both also know, that will pass, Your Majesty.'
'Agreed. But your talent is not so rational, perhaps. So it procured for you what it deemed to be a better woman-and I fault its ethics, not its taste. Then it balked when you realized the mischief this would cause. So it stopped you from having your date with Millie. The reanimation of the zombie was part of this.
Probably the zombie was supposed to help you locate the skeleton, but then it had to reverse its initiative. There is no knowing what mischief might have resulted if Millie and the Queen had insisted on completing your date; but we do know the havoc would have seemed to be coincidental, because that is the way your talent operates. We might have had the whole palace collapse on our heads, or some unfortunate accident might have rendered Millie into a ghost again.'
'No!' Bink cried, horrified.
'I know you would not wish that on so nice a creature. Neither would I. This is the reason I interceded. We must simply accept the fact that you can not date Millie, though your talent brought her back to life. I believe I have solved that problem for the nonce. It is obvious that Millie's talent is sex appeal; that accounts for her original untimely demise in ghost-generating circumstances. She shall not lack for male company-other than yours.'
'Sex appeal!' Bink exclaimed. 'That was why the spell doctor was so amused! She knew what sort of trouble there would be when she restored the spell! And that's why I was so tempted by her offer, despite-'
'Precisely. I felt it too-and I had just completed my liaison with the Queen, thanks to your suggestion. Here, your jacket.' And the King gravely handed it back.
'It's my fault all the palace will know-'
'That I am virile as well as Kingly,' Trent finished. 'This is no shame. Now Iris will never know the weakness I might otherwise have shown. Obviously at such a moment, I should not have felt any attraction to another woman. I did feel it near Millie. So I knew magic was involved. But you, with a difficult home situation, and Millie's evident desire for you-Bink, I think we need to get you out of this region for the duration, at least until we get Millie settled.'
'But Chameleon-I can't leave her alone-'
'Have no concern. I shall invite her to the palace, and she will be attended by my own staff. In fact I think Millie herself would be an excellent maid for her, until we find a better situation. All we need to do is remove you from the stress and temptation that necessarily attend your presence here. Because your talent is powerful but disruptive to palace life, I am providing it guidance. Bink, I am directing you to commence your royal mission: to locate the source of the magic of Xanth.'
King Trent paused, and Bink waited. Nothing happened. 'I think my talent concurs,' Bink said at last.
'Good,' the King said, relaxing visibly. Only he knew the peril in trying to go against Bink's talent. 'I shall assign you any facilities you require. Someone to protect you, since you may have to intrude on hazardous territory and face unmagical threats, and someone to guide you-' He snapped his fingers. 'Chester the Centaur! His situation is very like yours, and you are friends. You can ride him, and you could not have a finer ally in danger.'
'But the centaurs are not men; he may not choose to go.'
'It is true that my power becomes nominal, in the case of the centaurs, I can not order him to accompany you. But I think he will go as far as Good Magician Humfrey's castle.'
'Why?' Bink asked, perplexed.
'Because only Humfrey can tell him what his magic talent may be.'
The King certainly kept up on things! 'But that Answer would cost him a year's service!'
The King shrugged. 'No harm in talking with Humfrey, though. Chester may go along with you, just to keep you company, and incidentally chat with the Good Magician while you are there.'
Slowly Bink smiled. 'And Cherie Centaur would never need to know!'
'You might discuss that aspect with Chester, at any rate.' The King pondered momentarily. 'And Crombie-he can point the way for you.'
'I don't think Crombie could keep up with Chester,' Bink said, 'No man can match a centaur's steady speed over ground. And Chester would not want to carry two people-'
'Easily solved! I shall transform Crombie into a form that can keep up. A dragon-'
'That would frighten people and attract attention-'
'So it would. Very well, a griffin. There are a few tame ones, so people would not be too curious. That will deprive him of speech, but give him the power of flight: a fair exchange. And there is hardly a better fighting animal than a griffin, weight for weight. With a centaur and a griffin accompanying you, there should be no mundane threat you need fear.' He paused again. 'Even so, I think you had better consult Humfrey for specific advice. There might be more here than we have bargained on.'
Bink found himself filling with excitement. Adventure, again! 'Your Majesty, I'll find the source of magic for you; when can I start?'
