Out Of Phaze Part 17
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"We've been chased by harpies, demons and goblins," Mach said. "We don't know why."
"I know naught o' that! I've had no contact with my kind in a year."
Could he believe that! Or was she just trying to lull him while others closed in?
"No offense-but you don't smell. The other harpies I encountered-"
"I wash my feathers daily to keep down the itch, but always it returns," Phoebe said. "An' another o' my kind come near, it will spread. That be my curse."
Fleta jumped off his shoulder, then materialized as her girl form. "Know thou my nature?" she asked the harpy.
"A werebird! Ne'er saw I the like before!"
"Nay. Unicorn."
"And thou comest to roust me out o' my bower? For shame, 'corn; I have no quarrel with thee!"
"Willst swear so on my horn?"
"For sure, an thou attack me not."
Fleta parted the leaves of the bower wall and stepped out.
The harpy peered after her. She shrugged with her wings. "h.e.l.l, trust must begin somewhere, and I have no life worth living alone." She half-spread her wings and hopped out after Fleta.
Mach followed her out, not certain what was happening.
Outside, he could just make out the dark unicorn shape. Fleta lowered her horn, and the harpy hopped up to it. The horn touched her feathers. "I swear I have no quarrel with thee," the harpy said.
Fleta fluted.
"What, turn about?" Phoebe asked, evidently understanding her. "What for?"
Fleta played several notes.
'That?" the harpy asked incredulously. "Thou wouldst?
An affirmative note. Mach tried to fathom what this was about, but it baffled him.
The harpy turned about, and Fleta put her horn on the creature's tailfeathers. For a moment there seemed to be a kind of radiance, but Mach could not be sure.
"Mine itch!" the harpy cried. "Gone!"
Fleta returned to girl form. "Grant us rest in thy bower for a day, and all's repaid," she said.
"For this cure?" Phoebe cried. "Thou canst stay a year!"
Fleta made her way back into the bower and curled up on the fern. In a moment she was asleep.
"But-how could you know that we had no quarrel with you?" he asked the harpy.
" 'Corns be stubborn beasts," Phoebe said. 'They betray not who betrays them not."
"And she cured you-just like that?"
"Aye, the horn has power, an there be ailment. But for 'corn to cure harpy-that be rare indeed."
"We were looking for a place to rest in safety," Mach said.
"Ye have it now." Phoebe wiggled her tail, appreciating the lack of itch.
Mach went in and lay down beside Fleta. It seemed that his willingness to talk with the harpy had paid off; she was not after all an enemy. In a moment he slept.
Fleta slept all night and much of the following day. It was evident that she had seriously depleted her resources in the long run. Mach, less tired, found himself talking with Phoebe. The harpy brought fresh fruit and edible roots, but urged him to wash them in a nearby spring. "I wash, but my talons form the poison, and it gets on what I touch," she explained. Mach was happy to wash the food.
"There be my sisters in the sky, and goblins o'er the plain," Phoebe announced after taking a flight. "An thou knowest not why they seek ye?"
"An Adept sent them," Mach said. "He wants me alive; he doesn't care about Fleta. She carried me from the Lattice in a day."
"In a single day? Lucky thou art she died not on the hoof!"
"She's a good creature," Mach agreed.
"And for the love o' thee!" She shook her head. She was as awkwardly endowed as all her kind, with a human head and b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the wings and hind parts of a vulture. Her face was lined and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sagged; her hair was a wild tangle. About the only pretty part of her was her wings, which had a metallic l.u.s.ter. Her voice was harsh, sounding like a screech even when she talked normally. Mach could see that if she had behaved the way the others of her kind did, allowing filth to encrust her body, she would have been monstrously ugly; as it was, she was merely homely. "My kind has no such love."
"If I may ask-just how does your kind reproduce? I understand there are no males of your species."
"Aye, there be none. We lay eggs and leave them scattered about; an one survive the animals long enough to hatch, an the chick not get consumed, she grows to size and lays her own eggs. Legend has it that only a fertilized egg can hatch a male harpy-but only a male of our species can fertilize it. So it be an endless circle. We be chronically bitter about that, and take it out on all creatures." She sighed. "Sometimes I wish it were otherwise. But what else be there?"
Mach shrugged. "I don't know. It does seem a tragedy. But why didn't you revile me when I showed up in the night?"
"I should have, I know," she confessed. "But after a year denied the company of mine own kind, awful as that be, I was lonely. So I was foolish."
"And got your tail fixed."
"It pa.s.seth all understanding."
"Phoebe-are harpies supposed to be ugly?"
"What point to be other?"
"If you get lonely, you are more likely to find company of any kind if you look nice."
She laughed with her raucous cackle. "What a notion!"
"Why don't you let me do some work on your hair, and see what happens?"
"Thou canst not make me beautiful," she said. "That would take the magic o' an Adept!"
"I'm just curious."
She shrugged. "It be a mere game, but I be beholden for thy company. Play with my hair, an thou wishest."
"I need a comb." Mach looked about. He found a piece of a fish bone with a few ragged spikes.
He pondered. Then he sang: "Give this home one big comb."
The fish bone s.h.i.+mmered, and became a huge ma.s.s of wax and honey. The stuff dripped from his hand.
"A honeycomb!" Phoebe screeched, s.n.a.t.c.hing it out of his hand. In a moment she was gobbling it, getting it all over her face and in her hair. Then she paused. "Oops, my harpy manner o'ercame me. Didst conjure it for thyself?"
"No, welcome to it," Mach said. "I wanted a hair comb."
"Check in my purse. Mayhap there be a comb there."
Harpies had purses? Mach found her handbag and sorted through it. It contained several colored stones, a moldy piece of bread, a dozen acorns, a large rusty key, two large red feathers, a number of prune pits, a fragment of a mirror, the skeleton of a small snake, three pottery sherds-and a fine old comb.
"But we'll have to get the honey out," he decided. "Can you wash your hair?"
"Aye, it be time for another dunking anyway," she said. She licked off her claws-evidently the poison didn't affect her own system-and launched herself clumsily into the air. She flapped toward the spring, folded her wings, and dive-bombed into it.
So that was how she bathed! Mach and Fleta had drunk from that spring in the morning. Suddenly he felt queasy.
Phoebe emerged. For a moment, with just her head and bosom showing above the surface, she looked distinctly human. Then she spread her wings, and clambered into the air, and the effect was gone.
She came to a crash-landing beside him, spattering water on him. "I be clean now," she announced.
But what of the water in the spring?
Mach took the comb and began working on her hair. There were tangles galore, so the job was tediously slow, but he didn't have anything better to do while waiting for Fleta to recover.
Gradually the hair straightened, and as it did so, drying, it began to a.s.sume some of the metallic l.u.s.ter of the wings. Small iridescent highlights glinted as the sunlight struck it.
"Thou didst conjure that honeycomb!" Phoebe exclaimed, belatedly realizing what he had done.
"I tried to conjure a comb," he reminded her. "I always mess it up."
"But then thou canst do magic!"
"Not a fraction as well as the one whose body I'm using. As a magician I'm a dunce."
"But to do any magic, aside from that of werecreatures and the like-that be special!"
"Well, my other self is an apprentice Adept."
She drew away from him, shocked. "Adept!"
He smiled. "Don't worry. I'm not an Adept! I'm just a clumsy imitation."
"But that must be why they seek thee! One who dost do clumsy magic today, may be Adept tomorrow."
Mach paused. "Do you think so?"
"What else? They know they must abolish thee today, else thou willst abolish them another time."
"But they want to capture me. Why not just kill me?"
She shrugged with her wings. "I know not. But thou dost be nothing ordinary, an thou canst conjure."
"Maybe I should save myself time and conjure your hair combed."
"Mayhap. Combing a harpy's hair be a thankless task, methinks."
Mach pondered. Then he hummed to try to intensify the magic, and sang: "Make this hair beyond compare." A cloud formed about her head; then it cleared and her hair was revealed.
It was an absolute fright-wig. Spikes of it radiated out in all directions, making her most resemble a gross sea urchin.
"I think I botched it again," Mach groaned. Phoebe flopped over to her purse and s.n.a.t.c.hed up the fragment of mirror. She peered at herself. "O, lovely!" she screeched. "I adore it!"
Mach was taken aback. "You like it?"
"I'm beautiful! I ne'er thought it possible!" And, amazingly, as she straightened up in admiration of herself, the lines in her face eased and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s firmed. She did indeed seem to be a fairly handsome half-specimen of womanhood.
Mach decided to leave well enough alone. He returned to the bower and settled down for another nap.
By the following morning they were ready to resume traveling. The search in sky and on land seemed to have abated; it was now safer to be out. They thanked Phoebe for her hospitality.
"Ah, it be the two of ye must I thank," the harpy screeched. "The one did cure my tail, and the other my head!" She scrambled for her purse and drew out one of the feathers. "An ye need my presence, burn this feather. I will smell it and come, where'er ye may be."
"Thank thee, Phoebe," Fleta said graciously, tucking the feather into her cloak.
They headed on up the steepening slope. Now it was faster going, because it was daylight and Fleta was rested and back to her normal self. Indeed, she seemed brighter than ever, almost effervescent; Mach had to scramble to keep up with her.
By noon they had reached the crest of the mountain- which turned out to be a mere foothill; the real range was farther south. They paused for food, finding plentiful fruits. "I'm amazed that there is so much to eat in Phaze!" Mach exclaimed. "Everywhere we go, there are more fruit trees."
Fleta snorted, sounding in that moment very much like a unicorn though she remained in human form. "The trees be not common at all; it be that I sniff them out as we travel."
"Oh. Well, I always knew I had some reason to travel with you."
She laughed, then turned sober. 'There be a problem soon upon me," she said. "I fear I must leave thee for a time."
"Leave me!" But immediately he regrouped his emotion. "Of course there is no requirement that you remain with me, Fleta. I never meant to hold you from your-"
"It be not that I want to leave thee," she said. "But I think it may be best."
"Best? Why?"
She opened her mouth as though planning to speak, but could not formulate the sentence. "Let me explore," she said after a moment. She s.h.i.+fted to hummingbird form and buzzed off.
Out Of Phaze Part 17
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