"It works as well as any sword, a little point-heavy, maybe, but...."
"No. I mean the charm. Does it work?"
"I can testify that I haven't been killed by a demon since I started using it."
"And demons actually recognize it and flee from its owner?"
"Exactly. Of course, I haven't had occasion to use it for years. Been too busy trying to get this curse removed. Sometimes I've thought about selling it, but if I ever get back into business it would be a big help in... um ... reestablishing my reputation."
I suddenly realized what Aahz was up to. Quigley rose to the bait like a hungry pike-turtle.
"Hmm... ." he said. "Tell you what. Just to give a hand to a fellow demon hunter who's down on his luck, I'll take it off your hands for five gold pieces."
"Five gold pieces! You must be joking. I paid three hundred for it. I couldn't possibly let it go for less than two hundred."
"Oh, well, that counts me out. I only have about fifty gold pieces on me."
"Fifty?"
"Yes, I never travel with more than...."
"But then again, times have been hard, and seeing as how you would be using it to do battle against the fiends who put the curse on me.... Yes, I think I could let you have it for fifty gold pieces."
"But that's all the money I have."
"Yes, but what good is a fat purse if you're torn asunder by a demon?"
"True enough. Let me see it."
He took the blade and hefted, giving it a few experimental swings.
"Crummy balance." He grimaced.
"You get used to it."
"Lousy steel," he declared, squinting at the blade.
"Nice edge on it, though."
"Well, my trainer always told me 'If you take care of your sword, it will take care of you!' "
"We must have had the same trainer."
The two of them smiled at each other. I felt slightly ill.
"Still, I dunno. Fifty pieces of gold is a lot."
"Just look at those stones in the handle."
"I did. They're fake."
"Aha! They're made to look fake. It hides their value."
"Sure did a nice job. What kind of stones are they?"
"Blarney stones."
"Blarney stones?"
"Yes. They're said to ensure your popularity with the ladies, if you know what I mean."
"But fifty gold pieces is all the money I have."
"Tell you what. Make it forty-five gold pieces and throw in your sword."
"My sword?"
"Of course. This beauty will take care of you, and your sword will keep my squire and I from being defenseless in this heathen land."
"Hmm. That seems fair enough. Yes, I believe you have made a deal, my friend."
They shook hands ceremoniously and began effecting the trade. I seized the opportunity to interrupt.
"Gee, it's a shame we have to part so soon."
"Why so soon?" The warrior was puzzled.
"No need to rush off," Aahz assured him, giving me a solid elbow in the ribs.
"But Aahz, we wanted to travel more before sundown and Quigley has to prepare for battle."
"What preparations?" asked Quigley.
"Your unicorn," I continued doggedly. "Don't you want to catch your unicorn?"
"My unicorn! All of my armor is on that animal!"
"Surely it won't wander far...." Aahz growled.
"There are bandits about who would like nothing better than to get their hands on a good war unicorn." Quigley heaved himself to his feet. "And I want him at my side to help me fight the demons. Yes, I must be off. I thank you for your assistance, my friends. Safe journey until we meet again."
With a vague wave of his hand, he disappeared into the woods whistling for his mount.
"Now what was all that about?" Aahz exploded angrily.
"What, Aahz?"
"The big rush to get rid of him. As gullible as he was, I could have traded him out of his pants or anything else vaguely valuable he might have had on him. I specifically wanted to get my hands on that charm."
"Basically I wanted to see him on his way before he caught on to the flaw in your little tale."
"What, the son-nephew slip? He wouldn't have...."
"No, the other thing."
"What other thing?"
I sighed.
"Look, he saw through your disguise because that pendant lets him see through spells, right?"
"Right, and I explained it away saying I was the victim of a demon's curse. ..."
"... that changed your appearance with a spell. But if he could see through spells, he should be able to see through that spell to see you as a normal man. Right?"
"Hmm... . Maybe we'd better be on our way now that we know where Isstvan is."
But I was unwilling to let my little triumph go so easily.
"Tell me, Aahz. What would you do if we encountered a demon hunter as smart as me?"
"That's easy." He smiled, patting the crossbow. "I'd kill him. Think about it."
I did.
Chapter Seven:
"Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?"
-CHARLOTTE
I CLOSED my eyes for concentration. This was more difficult than drawing energies from the force line directly into my body. I pointed a finger for focus, pointing at a spot some five yards distant from me.
The idea of drawing energies from a distant location and controlling them would have seemed impossible to me, until Aahz pointed out it was the same as the candle-lighting exercise I had already mastered. Now it did not seem impossible, merely difficult.
Confidently, I narrowed my concentration, and in my mind's eye saw a gleaming blue light appear at the designated point. Without breaking my concentration, I moved my finger overhead in a slow arc. The light followed the lead, etching a glowing blue trail in the air behind it. As it touched the ground again, or where I sensed the ground to be, I moved my finger again, moving the light into the second arc of the protective pentagram.
It occurred to me that what I was doing was not unlike forming the normal flat pentagram Garkin had used at the hut. The only difference being that instead of being inscribed on the floor, this was etched overhead with its points dipping downward to touch the earth. It was more an umbrella than a border.
The other major difference, I thought as I completed the task, was that I was doing it. Me. Skeeve. What I had once watched with awe, I was now performing as routine.
I touched the light down in its original place, completing the pentagram. Quietly pleased, I stood for a moment, eyes closed, studying the glowing blue lines etched in my mind's eye.
"Terrific, kid," came Aahz's voice. "Now what say you damp it down a bit before we draw every peasant and demon hunter in the country."
Surprised, I opened my eyes.
The pentagram was still there! Not imagined in my mind, but actually glowing overhead. Its cold blue light gave an eerie illumination to the scene that negated the warmth of our little campfire.
"Sorry, Aahz." I quickly eased my control on the energy and watched as the lines of the pentagram faded to invisibility. They were still there. I could feel their presencetn the night air above me. Now, however, they could not be seen by normal vision.
More for the joy of it than out of any lack of confidence, I closed my eyes again and looked at them. They glowed there in shimmering beauty, a cooler, reassuring presence to counter the impatience of the redgold glow of the force-line spear pointing doggedly toward tomorrow's path.
"Sit down, kid, and finish your lizard-bird."
We were out of the forest proper now, but despite the presence of the nearby road, game was still plentiful and fell ready victim to my snares. Aahz still refused to join me in the meals, insisting alcohol was the only thing in this dimension worth consuming, but I dined frequently and royally.
"You know, kid," he said, looking up from his endless sword-sharpening. "You're really coming along pretty well with your studies."