Out of Phaze

She came in and changed to girl form. “All my kind play music,” she explained. “My dam, Neysa, plays a harmonica, as thy kind call it; I play pan-pipes, or so Bane said. My sire played the accordion.”

“A different instrument for each animal!” he exclaimed. Then paused. “Oops—I didn’t mean to—“

“We are animals,” she said. “An ye mean it not as affront, say it freely.”

That helped. He had indeed used the term in a less complimentary sense, back in the crater, when she had objected.

“Why didn’t you decide to go the other way, and intercept your Herd?” he asked. ‘The goblins would not have followed there, would they?”

She sighed. “There be a matter I did not explain to thee,” she said. “My sire retired some fifteen years ago, and my uncle Clip assumed mastery o’ the Herd. That concerned not my dam, Neysa, his sibling, because she no longer marched with the Herd. She stayed at the Blue Demesnes.”

“Why should your mother be concerned about her brother getting promoted?”

“It be the Herd Stallion who breeds all the mares.”

“Oh! And she’s too closely related!”

“Aye. And I be too. So it became needful, as I came of age, to seek another herd. I was on that mission when I heard thy cry for help in the swamp.”

“What a coincidence!” Mach exclaimed. “I’m glad I arrived at the right time! I would have been roach-food otherwise!”

“Nay, I was near throughout. I—I knew Bane was going often to the glade, and I hoped to see him again, yet hesitated to intrude, an he be on Adept business.”

“So you just sort of stayed in the vicinity for a while,” Mach said. “Understandable. How long were you there?”

She murmured something.

“What was that? I didn’t hear.”

“A fortnight,” she said, somewhat less faintly.

“Two weeks? Just in the hope he might decide he wanted to see you?”

“Aye,” she said, abashed.

“You really were stuck on him!” Then Mach regretted his choice of words. “I mean—“

“Thy meaning be clear,” she said, blushing.

“And so you rescued me, thinking I was him. And stayed with me, because you liked him.”

She nodded, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh, Fleta—I’m sorry! Without ever knowing it, I brought you so much mischief!”

“Nay, Mach. Thou didst bring me joy.”

“But you know I am not the man Bane is—not here in Phaze! Without your help, I’d have been lost many times over. I’d still be lost without you! Bane would have been no burden to you at all!”

“Aye, he needed me not,” she agreed.

He looked at her, slowly understanding. “You need— to be needed.” Then he took her in his arms again and kissed her.

But after a bit another thought occurred. ‘Two weeks— you must be overdue at the other herd!”

“Aye,” she said.

“And now I am keeping you from it. This really is not fair.”

“I wanted to join the other herd not really that much,” she confessed. “Better to roam free, as my dam did, before my time.”

“Well, you are welcome to my company as long as you like it,” he said. “I’m in no position to refuse it, even if I wanted to.”

There was a spot in the sky to the east. Fleta looked nervously at it. “Mayhap just a bird,” she said. “But if a harpy—“

“On a search-pattern for us,” he agreed. “Where can I hide?” They were in open meadow; there was not even a substantial tree nearby.

“Take my socks,” she said.

“Your socks?”

‘Take them,” she repeated urgently as the flying shape came closer. She became the unicorn.

“But Fleta, that’s just the color of your fur on your hind feet! No way—“

She fluted at him. Mach shrugged and squatted to touch her hind leg. To his surprise he discovered that the golden color did come off; in a moment he held two bright socks, and Fleta’s legs were black.

Fleta resumed human form. “Put them on, quickly.”

Mach put them on over his shoes. And stood astonished.

His body changed. He now seemed to be a golden animal. A horse—or a unicorn. He could see illusory hindquarters behind him, and suspected that his head resembled that of a horse with a horn.

“Graze,” Fleta whispered, and changed back to equine form herself.

Mach leaned forward, trying to get his illusory head into the proper position for grazing. Evidently his performance was satisfactory, for Fleta did not correct him.

The flying form turned out to be a large bird, perhaps a vulture. It flew overhead and did not pause. False alarm, perhaps, but Mach was glad they hadn’t taken the chance. If the Adepts interrogated the bird, all they would get was a report of two unicorns grazing in the field. Meanwhile he had learned another thing about his fascinating companion!

Fleta changed back to girl form. “It was nothing, I think,” she said. “But here we be dawdling when we should be traveling. Methinks I must carry thee, to make the distance.”

“But I don’t want to burden you—“

“An we get spotted, how much greater a burden!” she exclaimed. She changed into unicorn form.

Mach realized that she was correct. Quickly he removed his socks and put them back on her feet; then he mounted her.