Piers Anthony - Faun & Games (Xanth Novels)

FAUNANDGAMES FAUN AND GAMES BY PIERS ANTHONY Synopsis: The latest Xanth adventure by the author of more than 20 successive New York Times bestsellers. For Forrest Faun, a young tree faun searching for a suitable spirit to save a magical tree, the astonishing world-within-a-world of the tiny planet Ptero may be the place where he will find the answer to his quest. Piers Anthony puns his way into quantum physics in this delightful journey. This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously FAUN & GAMES Copyright (D 1997 by Piers Anthony All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or portions thereof, in any form. This book is printed on acid-free paper.

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A Tom Doherty Associates book. ISBN 0-312-86162-I acid-free) I. Title. PS355l,v3F38 1997 97-19362 813'.54-de2l CIP First Edition: October 1997 Printed in the United States of America 0 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Hey, Faun, how about some fun?" Forrest Faun rubbed what remained of his night's sleep out of his eyes and looked down to the base of his tree. There stood a fetching nymph with all the usual nymphly features: pretty face, flowing hair, perfect figure, and no clothing. But there was something amiss.

What do you mean'? he asked as he sat up in a fork, still getting his bearings. ,.What do you think I mean, Faun? Come down and chase me, the way fauns always do to nymphs." Then he had it. You're no nymph. Oh, pooh! she swore, pouting. She dissolved into smoke and reformed as a luscious clothed demoness. "I am D.

Mentia, out seeking routine entertainment or mischief while my better half waxes disgustingly motherly. What gave me away?" If I tell you, will you go somewhere else? It was usually possible to get rid of demons if one made a suitable deal with them. Yes, if you want me to. Her bright yellow dress fuzzed, showing the vague outline of her body beneath, with almost a suggestion of a forbidden panty line. So there was a catch. Why wouldn't I want you to? "Because I have dreadful information that will puzzle and alarm you and perhaps change your whole outlook." That seemed like adequate reason.

Forrest, now fully awake, jumped down to the ground, landing neatly on his hoofs. "What gave you away was your manner. You were not acting like a nymph. You were way too forward and intelligent. Much of a nymph's appeal is in her seeming reticence and lack of intellect. Now what's this dreadful information?" Follow me.

Mentia whirled in place, so that her body twisted into a tight spiral before untwisting facing the opposite direction, and walked away. Her skirt shrank so as to show her legs as far up as was feasible without running out of limb. But of course Forrest didn't notice, because nothing a demoness showed was very real. She led him across the glade to a tree on the far side. See. Forrest stared with dismay at the clog tree.

It was wilting, and its clogs were falling to the ground. That could mean only one thing: it had lost its spirit. As it happened, the clog tree's spirit was Forrest's friend: Branch Faun. They had known each other for almost two centuries, because their two trees were in sight of each other. Almost every day Forrest would drop out of his sandalwood tree, and join Branch in the glade between them to dance a J'lg or two. With luck, their 'igging would attract the fleeting attention of a nymph or three, who would join ill, jiggling.

With further luck, jig and Jiggle would lead to a pleasant chase and celebration. But this morning Branch's tree was in a sad state. It wouldn't fade so soon if its faun were merely absent; fauns and nymphs shared an awareness with their trees that alerted them instantly if harm came to either. Let a human forester even come near such a tree with an axe, and its faun would have a fit. Let a faun split a hoof, and his tree would shudder. Such reactions were independent of distance; a faun could run far away from his tree, and still be closely attuned to it.

They felt each other's pain. Are you trying to ignore me? Mentia asked warningly. Demollesses could handle almost anything except that. "No. You're right. I am puzzled and alarmed by this dreadful scene.

Do you know anythin, about it?" "No. I just happened to note it in passing, so I looked for the closest creature who might be tormented by it." He glanced at her. You're one crazy organism. Thank you, she said, flushing red with candy stripes. The color extended to her clothing and hair, and traces of it radiated into the air around her. The clog tree's distress meant that Branch was in serious trouble, if not dead.

What could have happened? Branch had been fine yesterday. In fact he had encountered a nymph from a lady slipper tree whose slippers gave her special fleetness, just as the sandals from Forrest's sandalwood tree gave him excellent footing, and the clogs from Branch's tree protected his hoofs. They had had quite a merry chase. Because that was what fauns and nymphs did; they chased each other until they came together, and then they celebrated in a manner that children were not supposed to see. Because it did tend to get dull just sitting in one's tree all the time. In fact, Forrest now remembered, the nymph, clad only in her slippers, had led Branch a chase right out of sight.

Meanwhile her friend from an oak tree, named Kara 0ke, had done some very nice singing to background music of wind through trees, so Forrest had had his own distraction. Naturally he had chased her, and naturally she had fled, but not too swiftly, because she was still singing her oak song. So he had caught her, and they had celebrated in the usual fashion, while she continued singing. That had been interesting, because she had sung of every detail of the experience they were sharing, making it a work of musical art. Then she had returned to her tree, satisfied that her song worked. There weren't any other nymphs around at the moment, so Forrest had returned to his own tree and settled down for the night.

And now his friend was gone. So what are you going to do about it? Mentia inquired. Do? She was right; he probably should be doing something. But what? What do you think? "I think you will follow their footprints, so you can find out what happened to them." Now that's really sensible, he agreed. The demoness turned smoky black. Darn! He set off in search of them.

He had no trouble following their tracks: her slipper prints, which were hourglass shaped, in the manner of the nymph herself, and his clog prints, which were forceful and furred. They looped around other trees, as she made cute dodges and diversions. It was the chase that counted; fauns and nymphs loved lo run almost as much as they loved to dance. The better the chase, the better the celebration at the end. Forrest remembered a nymph once who had been in a bad mood, because her tree was suffering a fungus infestation, and had simply stood there. This was of course a complete turn-off, and no faun had touched her.

Any nymph who wanted nothing to do with any particular faun had only to refuse to move, and he would leave her alone. Sometimes a nymph teased a faun, pretending disinterest, then leaping into pursuit the moment he turned his back. If she caught him, it was her advantage, and he had to do whatever she wanted. Of course that was exactly the same as what he wanted, but other fauns would taunt him unmercifully for getting caught. Mentia, floating along beside him, was getting bored. Good. Good.

She remained where she was. He realized that he should have urged her to stay-, then she would have been sure that he was up to nothing interesting. The tracks veered toward the Void. That was the nearby reion of no return. Of course every faun and nymph knew better than to enter it, because there was no way out of it. Anything that crossed the boundary was doomed.