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tatters of clothing about his midsection and

scrambled out of the water. He would simply have to go and take his

medicine.

He stopped off at home to get quickly into fresh clothing. He

hoped his mother would be elsewhere, but she was cleaning house.

Fortunately, she was in her nymph state, looking like a lovely doll,

though in fact she was in the vicinity of forty. There was no one pret
tier than Chameleon when she was up, and no one uglier when she

was down. But her intelligence varied inversely, so right now she was

quite stupid. Thus she lacked the wit to inquire why he was wearing

his clothing tied about his middle, sopping wet, while the objects in

his path sniggered. But she was sensitive to the water. "Don't drip on

the floor, dear," she warned.

"I'll be dry in a moment," he called reassuringly. "I was swim 9 with
Irene."

"'Ibat's nice," she said.

Soon he was on his way to the King, who always interviewed him

in the library. Doris heart was beating as he hurried up the stairs.

Cherie Centaur must have shown King Trent the paper before she

came for Dor; maybe the King didn't know about the disaster in the

moat.

King Trent was awaiting him. The King was a solid, graying, handsome
man nearing sixty. When he died, Dor would probably assUMe the croWN of
Xanth. Some

how he was not eager for the post.

"Hello, Dor," the King said, shaking his hand warmly, as he always did.
"You look fresh and clean today."

Because of the episode in the moat. That was one way to take a bath!