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can come back another time-"
           King Trent frowned. "And leave me to pore over the next dull treaty amendment? My eyes are tired enough already!" A stray bluebottle fly buzzed him, and absentmindedly the King transformed it into a small bluebottle tree growing from a crevice in the desk. "Come, Magician-let us chat for a while. How are things with you?"
           "Well, we met a big frog-" Grundy began, but silenced instantly when the King glanced his way.
           "Uh, about the same," Dor said. The King was giving him an opening; why couldn't he speak his mind?
           "Your cottage cheese still sound?"
           "Oh, yes, the house is doing fine. Talks back quite a bit, though." Inanity!
           "I understand you made friends with Crunch the ogre."
           Did the King know everything? "Yes, I helped find his child, Smash."
           "But my daughter Irene doesn't like you."
           "Not much." Dor wished he had stayed at home. "But she-" Dor found himself at a loss for a polite compliment. Irene was a pretty girl; her father surely knew that already. She made plants grow-but she should have been more powerfully talented. "She-"
           "She is young, yet. However, even mature women are not always explicable. They seem to change overnight into completely different creatures."
           Grundy laughed. "That's for sure! Dor's sweet on Millie the ghost!"
           "Shut up!" Dor cried in a fury of embarrassment
           "An exceptional woman," King Trent observed as if he had not heard Dor's outcry. "A ghost for eight centuries, abruptly restored to life in the present. Her talent makes her unsuitable for normal positions around the palace, so she has served admirably as a governess at your cottage. Now you are growing up, and must begin to train for adult responsibilities."
           "Adult?" Dor asked, still bemused by his shame. It was not the Queen-frog who had the big mouth; it was Grundy!
           "You are the heir apparent to the throne of Xanth. Do not be concerned about my daughter; she is not Magician level and cannot assume the office unless there is no Magician available, and then only on an interim basis until a Magician appears, preserving continuity of government. Should I be removed from the picture in the next decade, you will have to take over. It is better that you be prepared."
           Suddenly the present seemed overwhelmingly real. "But I can't-I don't-"
           "You have the necessary magic, Dor. You lack the experience and fortitude to use it properly. I would be remiss if I did not arrange to provide you with that experience."
           "But-"
           "No Magician should require the services of an ogre to enforce his authority. You have not yet been hardened to the occasional ruthlessness required."
           "Uh-" Dor knew his face was crimson. He had just received a potent rebuke, and knew it was justified. For a Magician to give way to the likes of Horse-jaw-
           "I believe you need a mission, Dor. A man's quest. One whose completion will demonstrate your competence for the office you are coming to."
           This had taken an entirely different tack than Dor had anticipated. It was as if the King had made his decision and summoned Dor for this directive, rather than merely granting an audience. "I-maybe so." Maybe so? For certain so!
           "You hold Millie in respect," the King said. "But you are aware that she is not of your generation, and has one great unmet need."
           "Jonathan," Dor said. "She-she loves Jonathan the zombie!" He was almost indignant.
           "Then I think the nicest thing anyone could do for her would be to discover a way to restore Jonathan to full life. Then, perhaps, the reason she loves him would become apparent"
           "But-" Dor had to halt. He knew that Grundy's remarks were only the least of