So that was it! My confidence in my powers came back with a rush.
"Friend, though you may not believe me, the sight of that talisman fills me with joy, for it enables me to prove what I am about to tell you."
"Do not waste your lies on me. Your disguise is penetrated! You are a demon!"
"Right. Could you do me one little favor?" Aahz leisurely sat cross-legged on the ground. "Could you take the charm off for a minute?"
"Take it off?" For a moment the man was puzzled, but he quickly rallied his forces. "Nay, demon. You seek to trick me into removing my charm that you might kill me!"
"Look, dummy. If we wanted to kill you we could have done it while you were knocked out cold!"
For the first time, the man seemed doubtful.
"That is, indeed, a fact."
"Then could you humor me for a moment and take the charm off?"
The warrior hesitated, then slowly removed the charm. He looked hard at Aahz and scowled.
"That's strange. You still look like a demon!"
"Correct, now let me ask you a question. Am I correct in assuming from your words you have some knowledge of demons?"
"I have been a demon hunter for over fifteen years now," he declared proudly.
"Oh, yeah?" For a minute I was afraid Aahz was going to blow the whole gambit, but he got himself back under control and continued.
"Then tell me, friend. In your long experience with demons, have you ever met one who looked like a demon?"
"Of course not! They always use their magik to disguise themselves."
Fat lot he knew about demons!
"Then that should prove my point!"
"What point?"
I thought for a moment Aahz was going to take him by the shoulders and shake him. It occurred to me that perhaps Aahz's subtleties were lost on this world.
"Let me try, Aahz. Look, sir. What he's trying to say is that if he were a demon he wouldn't look like a demon, but he does so he isn't."
"Oh!" said the man with sudden understanding.
"Now you've lost me," grumbled Aahz.
"But if you aren't a demon, why do you look like one?"
"Ahh..." Aahz sighed, "therein lies the story. You see, I'm accursed!"
"Accursed?"
"Yes. You see, I am a demon hunter like yourself. A rather successful one, actually. Established quite a name for myself in the field."
"I never heard of you," grumbled the man.
"Well, we've never heard of you either," I chimed in.
"You don't even know my name!"
"Oh, I'm sorry." I remembered my manners. "I'm Skeeve, and this ... demon hunter is Aahz."
"Pleased to meet you. I am known as Quigley."
"If I could continue...."
"Sorry, Aahz."
"As I was saying, I had achieved a certain renown among the demons due to my unprecedented success. At times it was rather bothersome, as when it was learned I was coming, most demons would either flee the territory or kill themselves."
"Does he always brag this much?"
"He's just getting started."
"Anyway... one day I was closing with a demon, a particularly ugly brute, when he startled me by addressing me by name. 'Aahz!' says he, 'Before you strike, you should know your career is at an end!' Of course I laughed at him, for I had slain demons more fierce than he, sometimes in pairs. 'Laugh if you will,' he boomed, 'but a conclave of demons empowered me to deal with you. Whether you kill me or not, you are doomed to suffer the same end you have visited on so many of us.' I killed him of course, assuming he was bluffing, but my life has not been the same ever since."
"Why not?"
"Because of the curse! When I returned to my horse, my faithful squire here took one look at me and fainted dead away."
"I did no such thing! I mean ... it was the heat."
"Of course. Skeeve." Aahz winked slyly at Quigley.
"At any rate, I soon discovered to my horror that the demon had worked a spell on me before he expired, causing me to take on the appearance of a demon to all who beheld me."
"Fiendish. Clever, but fiendish."
"You see the subtlety of their plan! That I, fiercest of demon hunters, am now hunted in turn by my fellow humans. I am forced to hide like an animal with only my son here for companionship."
"I thought you said he was your squire."
"That, too. Oh, the irony of it all."
"Gee, that's tough. I wish I could do something to help."
"Maybe you can," Aahz smiled winningly.
Quigley recoiled. I found it reassuring that someone else shared my reaction to Aahz's smile.
"Um ... how? I mean, I'm just a demon hunter."
"Precisely how you might be of assistance. You see, at the moment we happen to have several demons following us. It occurs to me we might be of mutual service to each other. We can provide you with targets, and you in turn can rid us of a bloody nuisance."
"They're bloody?" Quigley was horrified.
"Just an expression. Well, what do you say? Is it a deal?"
"I dunno. I'm already on a mission and I don't usually take on a new job until the last one's complete. The misinformed might think I was quitting or had been scared off or something. That sort of thing is bad for the reputation."
"It'd be no trouble at all," Aahz persisted. "It's not like you'll have to go out of your way. Just wait right here and they'll be along."
"Why are they following you, anyway?"
"A vile magician sent them after us after I was foolish enough to seek his aid. The curse, you know."
"Of course... wait a minute. Was that magician's name Garkin by any chance?"
"As a matter of fact it was. Why? Do you know him?"
"Why, he's my mission! That's the man I'm going to kill."
"Why?" I interrupted. "Garkin's no demon."
"But he consorts with demons, lad." Aahz scowled warningly at me. "That's enough for any demon hunter. Right, Quigley?"
"Right. Remember that, lad."
I nodded vigorously at him, feeling suddenly very nervous about this whole encounter.
"Where did you hear about Garkin anyway, Quigley?" Aahz asked casually.
"Strangely enough, from an innkeeper... Isstvan, I think he said his name was ... a bit strange, but a sincere enough fellow. About three weeks ride back ..., but we were talking about your problem. Why did he send demons after you?"
"Well, as I said, I sought him out to try to get him to remove any curse. What I did not realize was that he was actually in league with demons himself. He had heard of me, and flatly refused me aid. What is more, after we left he set some of his demons on our trail."
"I see. How many of them did you say there were?"
"Just two," Aahz assured him. "We've caught glimpses of them occasionally."
"Very well," concluded Quigley. "I'll do it. I'll assist you in your battle."
"That's fine except for one thing. We won't be here."
"Why not? I should think that as a demon hunter you'd welcome the chance once the odds were even."
"If I were here there would be no fight," Aahz stated grandly. "As I have said, I have a certain reputation among demons. If they saw me here they would simply flee."
"I frankly find that hard to believe," commented Quigley.
I was inclined to agree with him, but kept my silence.
"Well, I must admit their fear of my charmed sword has a bit to do with their reluctance to do battle."
"Charmed sword?"
"Yes." Aahz patted the sword at his side. "This weapon once belonged to the famous demon hunter AlfansDeClario."
"Never heard of him."
"Never heard of him? Are you sure you're a demon hunter? Why the man killed over two hundred demons with this sword. They say it is charmed such that whomever wields it cannot be killed by a demon."
"How did he die?"
"Knifed by an exotic dancer. Terrible."
"Yes, they're nasty that way. But about the sword, does it work?"