"Okay, okay. You've made your point," Aahz conceded.
"Say... um... Throckwoddle," Higgens interrupted. "I would suggest we all shed our disguises like our friend Perver ....m, Pervect here has. No sense in using up our energies keeping up false faces among friends."
His tone was casual, but he sounded suspicious. I noticed he had not taken his hand off his crossbow.
"Why?" argued Brockhurst. "I prefer to keep my disguise on at all times when in another dimension. Lessens the chance of forgetting to put it on at a crucial moment."
"I think Higgens is right," Aahz stated before I could support Brockhurst. "I for one like to see the true faces of the people I'm talking to."
"Well," grumbled Brockhurst, "if everyone is going to insist."
He closed his eyes in concentration, and his features began to shimmer and melt.
I didn't watch the whole process. My mind was racing desperately back to Garkin's hut, when Aahz held up the charred face of the assassin. I hastily envisioned my own face next to it and began working, making certain obvious modifications to its appearance to repair the fire damage.
When I was done, I snuck a peek out of one eye. The other two had changed already. My attention was immediately drawn to their complexion. Theirs was a pinkish red, while mine wasn't. I hastily re-closed my eye and made the adjustment.
Satisfied now, I opened my eyes and looked about me. The other two Imps now Showed the apparently characteristic pointed ears and chins. Aahz looked like Aahz. The situation had completely reversed since the Imps had arrived. Instead of being normal surrounded by three disguised demons, I was now surrounded by three demons while I was disguised. Terrific.
"Ahh. That's better," chortled Aahz.
"You know, Throckwoddle," Higgens said, cocking a head at me. "For a moment there in the firelight you looked different. In fact...."
"Come, come, gentlemen," Aahz interrupted. "We have serious matters to discuss. Does Isstvan know about Frumple's existence?"
"I don't believe so," answered Brockhurst. "If he did, he would have either enlisted him or had him assassinated."
"Good," exclaimed Aahz. "He could very well be the key to our plot."
"What plot? "I asked.
"Our plot against Isstvan, of course."
"What?" exclaimed Higgens, completely distracted from me now. "Are you insane?"
"No," retorted Aahz. "But Isstvan is. I mean, think! Has he been acting particularly stable?"
"No," admitted Brockhurst. "But then neither has any other magician I've met, present company included."
"Besides," Higgens interrupted, "I thought you were on your way to help him."
"That's before I heard your story," Aahz pointed out. "I'm not particularly eager to work for a magician who pits his own employees against each other."
"When did he do that?" Higgens asked.
Aahz made an exasperated gesture.
"Think, gentlemen! Have you forgotten our stonyfaced friend there?" He jerked a thumb at the figure on the unicorn. "If you recall your tale correctly, his words seemed to imply he had been sent by Isstvan to intercept you."
"That's right," said Brockhurst. "So?"
"What do you mean, 'So?' " Aahz exploded. "That's it! Isstvan sent him to kill you. Either he was trying to cut his overhead by assassinating his assassins before payday, or he's so unstable mentally he's lashing out blindly at everyone, including his own allies. Either way he doesn't sound like the most benevolent of employers."
"You know, I believe he has a point there," I observed, determined to be of some assistance in this deception.
"But if that's true, what are we to do?" asked Higgens.
"Well, I don't have a firm plan of action," Aahz admitted. "But I have some general ideas that might help."
"Such as?" prompted Brockhurst.
"You go back to Isstvan. Say nothing at all of your suspicions. If you do, he might consider you dangerous and move against you immediately. What's more, refuse any new assignments. Find some pretext to stay as close to him as possible. Learn all about his habits and weaknesses, but don't do anything until we get there."
"Where are you going?" asked Higgens.
"We are going to have a little chat with Frumple. If we're going to move against Isstvan, the support of a Deveel could be invaluable."
"And probably unobtainable," grumpled Brockhurst. "I've never known a Deveel yet to take sides in a fight. They prefer being in a position to sell to both sides."
"What do you mean 'we'?" asked Higgens. "Isn't Throckwoddle coming with us? "
"No. I've developed a fondness for his company. Besides, if he doesn't agree to help us, it would come in handy to have an assassin close by. Frumple's too powerful to run the risk of leaving him unallied to help Isstvan."
As Aahz was speaking, Brockhurst casually leaned back out of his line of vision and silently mouthed the word "Pervert" at Higgens. Higgens quietly nodded his agreement, and they both shot me sympathetic glances.
"Well, what do you think?" Aahz asked in conclusion.
"Hmm... what do we do with him?" Higgens indicated the Quigley statue with a jerk of his head.
"We'll take him with us," I chimed in hastily.
"Of course!" agreed Aahz, shooting me a black look. "If you two took him back to Isstvan, he might guess you suspected his treachery."
"Besides," I added, "maybe we can revive him and convince him to join us in our battle."
"I suppose you'll be wanting the antidote then." Higgens sighed, fishing a small vial from inside his cloak and tossing it to me. "Just sprinkle a little on him and he'll return to normal in a few minutes. Watch yourself, though. There's something strange about him. He seemed to be able to see right through our disguises."
"Where's the sword you were talking about?" Aahz asked.
"It's in his pack. Believe me, it's junk. The only reason we brought it along was that he seemed to put so much stock in it. It'll be curious to find out what he thought it was when we revive him."
"Well, I believe that just about covers everything," Brockhurst sighed. "I suggest we get some sleep and start on our respective journeys first thing in the morning."
"I suggest you start on your journey now," Aahz said pointedly.
"Now?" Brockhurst exclaimed.
"But it's the middle of the night," Higgens pointed out.
"Might I remind you gentlemen that the longer you are away from Isstvan, the greater the chances are he'll send another assassin after you."
"He's right, you know," I said thoughtfully.
"I suppose so," grumbled Higgens.
"Well," said Brockhurst, rising to his feet, "I guess we'll be on our way then as soon as we divide Garkin's loot."
"On the contrary," stated Aahz. "Not only do we not divide the loot, I would suggest you give us whatever funds you have at your disposal."
"What?" they chorused, their crossbows instantly in their hands again.
"Think, gentlemen," Aahz said soothingly. "We'd be trying to bargain with a Deveel for his support. As you yourselves have pointed out, they are notoriously unreasonable in their prices. I would hate to think we might fail in our negotiations for a lack of funds."
There was a pregnant silence as the Imps sought to find a hole in his logic.
"Oh, very well," Brockhurst conceded at last, lowering his crossbow and reaching for his purse.
"I still don't think it will do any good," Higgens grumbled, imitating Brockhurst's move. "You probably couldn't buy off a Deveel if you had the Gnomes themselves backing you."
They passed the purses over to Aahz, who hefted them judiciously before tucking them into his own waistband.
"Trust me, gentlemen." Aahz smiled. "We Pervects have methods of persuasion that are effective even on Deveels."