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ARela Mer-woman swam restlessly around her sea cave garden, brushing the
treelike seaweeds that formed the walls and canopy. Her hair swirled
greenly behind her, and her flukes caused little eddies that toyed with
whatever strands of hair they could catch.

She swooped down near the glowing colored stones of her floor, so that
her breasts almost brushed them. Then she halted at the central
fireplace and stoked up the waterlogs so that her fire blazed more
brightly. "Oh, brimstone! " she swore, severely out of sorts. "I need
a husband! "

She brought out her mirror and stretched the glass out to full length so
she could see all of herself. It merely reflected what she already
knew: she was a splendiferous creature, with fuller breasts than any
mere mermaid and a flashier tail than any fish could boast. About her
neck she wore a necklace supporting two precious glowing firewater
opals, surely sufficient to attract the best quality husband.

So why wasn't she married? It wasn't as if she were choosy. All she
wanted was the nicest, handsomest, most manly and intelligent unmarried
prince in Xanth, who would be pleased to let her do anything she wanted.
Such as swimming in the salt sea for hours and eating raw fish, and who
would love to brush out her hair for her. Once she had captured Prince
Dolph, but he had been a trifle young at the time, nine years old. She
had traded him off for her opals, and later he had grown up and married
a girl of his own species whose endowments weren't nearly as impressive
as Mela's own. Human men just didn't have much sense.

The problem was that there weren't many males who met her modest
standards, and most of those were already married. She had scoured the
seas and found nothing worth her while. So what was she to do?

She sighed, and the effort sent ripples down through her fabulous flesh.
There was no help for it: she would have to go ask the Good Magician.
That meant doing him a year's service, which would surely be a colossal
bore, but if he landed her a suitable husband it just might be worth it.

No time like the present. Mela gathered together the few useful spells
she had collected during her explorations of the bypaths of the sea and
tucked them into her invisible purse. Then she swam out of her cave and
up toward the surface of the sea. She didn't worry about the fire
spreading during her absence, because fire could not burn under water
without the magic presence of the merfolk. Only if another merwoman or
merman came would it flare up, granted no one would intrude on her
private premises.

Mela's undersea cave was near the Isle of Illusion, by sheerest