language could
prevent her from escaping it, because the Mundanes would
think she was unable to speak or was crazy. She needed
to satisfy them that she was a normal person so that they
would leave her alone—and here was the way to do it.
She dived into the sign-language lesson with a ven-
geance. She told herself that she was very smart at this
kind of thing, and therefore she was, because though magic
might not work very well here, her power of enhancement
still worked on herself. She quickly mastered the signs for
"man," "woman," "girl" (merely a smaller "woman")
and got into more general terms, such as the one for going
somewhere: the two index fingers rotating around each
other in the manner of a wheel rolling forward. The ma-
tron was amazed and pleased; it seemed she had never
before had so apt a student.
There was a knock at the door panel, and a Flatfoot
appeared. The matron, startled, glanced at her wrist,
where a funny bracelet was. The ornament had a round
flat surface like that of a sundial, and two little lines whose
position changed magically, because they never changed
while Ivy was looking but were always different when she
looked away and then back at it. Then the matron spoke
rapidly to the Flatfoot, who departed.
The matron faced Ivy and made a gesture toward her
mouth several times, as if pushing something into it. Ivy
was perplexed; what did this mean? Too much talk? Rather
than struggle with that. Ivy inquired about the bracelet.
The matron tapped the back of her wrist with a finger
several times, then made a funny fist and circled it across
her other flat palm. Ivy shook her head; she couldn't make
sense of this. The matron opened her picture book and
pointed to a similar bracelet there, with the word "xbudi"
beneath it. Apparently it was just a special kind of deco-
ration.
Then the Flatfoot reappeared with a package. The ma-
tron took it and opened it. Inside were several sandwiches
and two of the funny Mundane paper boxes of milk.
Ivy made a lightning connection. This was food! The
matron didn't need to make the hand-to-mouth sign again;
it was obvious that it meant "eat." Ivy was famished.
More time had passed than she had realized, and she hadn't
had breakfast anyway. It was now around midday.
The matron gave Ivy two sandwiches and one box of
milk, and took the others herself. Ivy quickly picked up
the terms for "egg salad sandwich" and "milk"—the lat-
ter was most peculiar, involving the squeezing of the two
hands separately as if hauling on short ropes, instead of
the obvious plucking of a milkweed pod—and ate eagerly
as the lesson continued.
Now it was business: the matron was questioning her,
using the signs they had established. Where is Ivy going?
Oops! Ivy understood the question well enough, but how
could she answer? If she said "Xanth," she would be
deemed crazy. But then she saw the way through:
Ivy is going home. The sign for "home" was like the
one for "eat" and "sleep," because home was where a
person usually ate and slept. Xanth was indeed home for
Ivy!
The matron nodded. Who is man?
She meant Grey. That was easy. Friend. The sign con-
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sisted of hooking her right index finger over her left index
finger, then the left over the right, making a double link-
age.
The rest was relatively easy. It seemed that not only
were the Flatfoots worried that Ivy was crazy, they thought
that Grey might be mistreating her or that both of them
were running away from their homes. Ivy had already re-
assured the matron that there was nothing wrong with her
mind, only her language, and now reassured her that Grey
was helping her return home, not run from it. She also
realized that they would have questioned Grey similarly,
not having to use the hand signs, and that he would have
been smart enough to avoid
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