problems, however. The human and vulture males aren't inclined generally to mate with harpies, and we can't always get them to the love spring to make it happen-and when they do, the result is always a female chick. It seems only a harpy cock can generate males of our species. So we have become a flock of old hens.'
That was some history! Dor had heard about the nefarious love springs, where diverse creatures innocently drank, then plunged into love with the next creature of the opposite sex they met. Much of the population of Xanth was the fault of such springs, producing the remarkable crossbreeds that thereafter bred true. Fortunately the love-water had to be fresh, or it lost its potency; otherwise people would be endlessly slipping it into the cups of their friends as practical jokes. But he could see how this would create a problem for the harpies, who could not always carry a potential mate to the spring, or make him drink from it.
Now Helen's whole body shook with rage, and her voice took on a little of the tone of the older hens. 'And this is what the cursed goblins did to us, and why we hate them and war against them. We want to kill off all their males, as they did ours. We shall fight until we have our vengeance for the horrible wrong they did us. Already we are massing our armies and gathering our allies among the winged kinds, and we shall wreak a fittingly horrible vengeance by scratching the goblin nation from the fair face of Xanth!'
By this time Dor had fairly well grasped the purpose for which he had been brought here. 'I, uh, I sympathize with your predicament. But I can't really help you. I'm too young; I'm not a man yet.'
She drew back and twisted her head to look at him, her large eyes larger yet 'You certainly look like a man.'
'I got big quite suddenly. I'm really twelve years old. That's not much for my kind. I just want to help my friend Millie.'
She considered momentarily. 'Twelve years old. That just might be statutory seduction. Very well. I'll accept the ring you offered, in lieu of-of the other. Maybe it can wish me a fertile egg.'
'I can! I can!' the ring exclaimed eagerly.
'I didn't really want to do this anyhow,' Helen said as she screwed the ring onto her largest claw. She had merely held it, up till now. 'Momma insisted, that's all. You can have the girl, though at your age I really don't know what you'll do with her. She's four caves to the right.'
'Uh, thank you,' Dor said. 'Won't your mother object-I mean, if I just walk out?'
'Not if I don't squawk. And I won't squawk if the ring works okay.'
'But that ring takes time to operate, even if-'
'Oh, go ahead. Can't you see I'm trying to give you a break?'
Dor went ahead. He wasn't sure how long she would have patience with the ring, or whether she would simply change her mind. Of course it was always possible that the ring really could produce. How nice for the harpies if it could give them a male chick! But meanwhile, he didn't want to waste time.
The old harridan eyed him suspiciously, but did not challenge him. He counted four subcaves to the right and went in. Sure enough, there was Millie, disheveled but intact. 'Oh, Dor!' she cried. 'I knew you'd rescue me!'
'I haven't rescued you yet,' he warned her. 'I traded my wishing ring to get to you.'
'Then we'd better get out of here in a hurry! That ring couldn't wish itself out of a dream.'
Why would it want to? he wondered. He checked the cave exit. Like the other, it opened onto a formidable drop. 'I don't think we can just walk out. I don't think there are any exits that don't require flying. That's why the harpies aren't worried about us escaping.'
'They-they were threatening to cook me for supper. I'd rather jump, than-'
'That was just to get me to cooperate,' Dor said. Yet he had the grisly fear that it had been no bluff. Why should they have told her the threat, when he wasn't there to hear? The harpies were not nice creatures.
'To cooperate? What did they want from you?'
'A service I couldn't perform.' Though this body of his had masculine capabilities and probably could-no, that wasn't the point.
Millie looked at his face. 'It's clean!' she exclaimed.
'I, uh, had it washed.'
Her eyes narrowed. 'About that service-are you sure-?'
Damn that female intuition! Dor kneeled by the exit hole, feeling around it with his fingers. 'Maybe there are handholds or something.'
There weren't. The face of the cliff was as hard and smooth as glass, and the drop looked horrendous. He saw harpies flitting from other caves, coming and going, always flying. No hope there!
Even if there had been handholds, they would have required both of his hands. He would have been unable to hold on to Millie with one, and she would have screamed and kicked her feet and flung her hair about and fallen to her death the moment she attempted to make such a climb by herself. She was a delectable female, but just not much use at man-business.
Not that he could make any such claim himself, after that session with Heavenly Helen Harpy.
Helen had said that the harpies had once shared quarters with the goblins. The goblins did not fly, and he doubted they could climb well enough to handle this sheer cliff. If they had shared these caves, there had to be footpaths to them, somewhere. Maybe these had been cemented over, after the goblins had been driven out. 'Walls, do any of you conceal goblin tunnels?' he asked.
'Not me!' the walls chorused.
'You mean the goblins never used these caves?' Dor demanded, disappointed. Had Helen lied to him-or had she been referring to other caves, before the harpies moved here?
