Millie hesitated. Having no physical substance, she could not carry the certificate.
'That's all right,' the Queen said. 'I'll just write your name on it, and Magician Humfrey will know it's yours. In fact, he's probably watching us in his magic mirror at this moment Why don't you ask your question now?'
Millie's reply was inaudible, for she could hardly speak above a ghostly whisper.
'Don't be concerned; I'm sure everyone will be glad to help,' the Queen said. 'Here-we'll write it down on the magic slate, and Magician Humfrey can respond in the same way.' She gestured at Crombie. 'Flunky, the slate!'; Crombie paused, but his curiosity made him go along with it. He fetched the slate. The Queen conscripted the nearest centaur, who happened to be Chester (who had been trying without success to sneak a cookie from the refreshment stand without having it pickled), to transcribe the ghost's inaudible words. Centaurs were literate; many of them were teachers, so writing chores fell naturally to them.
Chester did not like the Queen's attitude much better than Crombie did, but he also played along. What possible Question could a ghost have for the Magician? He wrote in flourishing capitals: HOW CAN MILLIE LIVE AGAIN?
There was more applause. The guests liked that Question. It was a challenging one-and the Answer, given publicly, might provide insights for them all. Usually Magician Humfrey's Answers cost the asker a year's service, and were given only to the one who asked. This party was getting interesting!
The words disappeared as if erased by an invisible sponge. Then the Magician's Answer showed: THE REQUIREMENTS ARE 3REE: 1RST--YOU MUST HAVE THE TRUE WILL TO BECOME MORTAL.
It was evident that Millie did. She gestured imploringly at the slate to continue, so that she could know whether the other requirements were similarly easy-or impossible. Technically, as the common saying went, nothing was impossible with magic, but in practice some spells were prohibitively difficult. Bink yearned with her: he had once longed as ardently for a magic talent, upon which his citizenship, welfare, and self-respect then depended. To one who had died prematurely, but not expired, what a tremendous hope mortality might be! Of course, if Millie lived, she would also die, in due course. But really she would be completing the life she had started, so many centuries ago. As a ghost she was in hiatus, unable to affect her destiny materially, unable to love and fear and feel.
Well, no, Bink corrected himself. Obviously she did feel-but not in the fashion physical people did. She could not experience bodily pleasure or pain.
2COND, the slate continued, YOU MUST HAVE A SPELL DOCTOR RESTORE YOUR TALENT TO OPTIMUM POTENCY.
'Is there a spell doctor in the house?' the Queen inquired, looking about, her points flashing. 'No? Very well, errand boy-point out the nearest spell doctor.'
Crombie started a snarl, but again was overcome by curiosity. He closed his eyes, spun about, and extended his right arm. It came to rest pointing northeast.
'That would be the Gap Village,' the Queen said. There was a spell on the Gap that rendered the giant crevice that separated Xanth into the northern and southern sections unmemorable, but a spot counter-spell had been applied to the Castle so that inhabitants and visitors could remember such things. The King would have had trouble governing properly if he could not remember so critical a feature of the landscape as the Gap! 'Where is our transporter?'
'On my way, Your Highness,' a man said. He sighted along the line Crombie was pointing out, concentrated-and suddenly an old woman stood before them. She looked about, bewildered by the people and water, for they were still in the undersea illusion.
'You are a spell doctor?' the Queen demanded.
'Yes,' the old woman agreed. 'But I don't do no doctoring for foolish people sunk in the ocean. Especially when I get yanked from my laundry without a-'
'This is King Trent's Coronation Anniversary Celebration Ball,' the Queen said haughtily. 'Now you have a choice, old crone: doctor one spell for us, and have the run of the party and all the food and fun you want, in a costume like this-' The old woman was abruptly garbed like a matron of honor, courtesy of the Queen's illusion magic. 'Or don't doctor the spell, and this creature will pickle you.' She held up the picklepuss, who hissed eagerly.
The old woman, like Crombie and Chester, looked rebellious, but decided on the expedient course. 'What spell?'
'Millie's spell,' the Queen said, indicating the ghost. The spell doctor studied Millie, then cackled. 'It is done,' she said, smiling broadly so that all four of her teeth showed.
'I wonder what is so funny?' Roland murmured. 'Do you know what Millie's talent is?'
'Ghosts don't have talents,' Bink said.
'Her spell in life. It must be something special.'
'Must be. I guess we'll find out, if she can fulfill the third requirement'
3IRD, the slate continued. IMMERSE YOUR SKELETON IN HEALING ELIXIR.
'We have plenty of that,' the Queen said. 'Lackey-'
The soldier was already on his way. In a moment he returned with a bucket of elixir.
'Now-where is your skeleton?' the Queen demanded.
But at this point Millie balked. She seemed to be trying to speak, but was unable.
'A silence spell!' the Queen exclaimed. 'You aren't permitted to tell where it is! That's why it has remained hidden all these centuries!'
Millie nodded sadly.
'This is better yet!' the Queen said. 'We shall have a treasure hunt! In which closet is Millie's
