The Imps shuddered at this and began edging away.
"Well... umm ... I guess we'll see you later," Higgens mumbled. "Watch yourself, Throckwoddle."
"Yes," added Brockhurst. "And be sure when you're done, the Deveel is either with us or dead."
I tried to think of something to say in return, but before anything occurred to me they were gone.
Aahz cocked an eyebrow at me and I held up a restraining hand until I felt them pass through the wards. I signaled him with a nod.
"They've gone," I said.
"Beautiful!" exclaimed Aahz gleefully. "Didn't I tell you they were gullible?"
For once I had to admit he was right.
"Well, get some sleep now, kid. Like I said before, tomorrow's going to be a busy day, and all of a sudden it looks like it's going to be even busier."
I complied, but one question kept nagging at me.
"Aahz?"
"Yeah, kid."
"What dimension do the Gnomes come from?"
"Zoorik," he answered.
On that note, I went to sleep.
Chapter Ten:
"Man shall never reach his full capacity while chained to the earth. We must take wing and conquer the heavens."
-ICARUS
"ARE you sure we're up to handling a Deveel, Aahz?" I was aware I had asked the question countless times in the last few days, but I still needed reassurance.
"Will you relax, kid?" Aahz growled. "I was right about the Imps, wasn't I?"
"I suppose so," I admitted hesitantly.
I didn't want to tell Aahz, but I wasn't that happy with the Imp incident. It had been a little too close for my peace of mind. Since the meeting, I had been having recurring nightmares involving Imps and crossbows.
"Look at it this way, kid. With any luck this Frumple character will be able to restore my powers. That'd take you off the hotseat."
"I guess so," I said without enthusiasm.
He had raised this point several times since learning about Frumple. Each time he did, it gave me the same feeling of discomfort.
"Something bothering you, kid?" Aahz asked, cocking his head at me.
"Well... it's... Aahz, if you do get your powers back, will you still want me as an apprentice?"
"Is that what's been eating at you?" he seemed genuinely surprised. "Of course I'll still want you. What kind of a magician do you think I am? I don't choose my apprentices lightly."
"You wouldn't feel I was a burden?"
"Maybe at first, but not now. You were in at the start of this Isstvan thing; you earned the right to be in on the end of it."
Truth to tell, I wasn't all that eager to be there when Aahz confronted Isstvan, but that seemed to be the price I would have to pay if I was going to continue my association with Aahz.
"Um ... Aahz?"
"Yeah, kid?"
"Just one more question?"
"Promise?"
"How's that?"
"Nothing. What's the question, kid."
"If you get your powers back, and I'm still your apprentice, which dimension will we live in?"
"Hmm. To be honest, kid, I hadn't really given it much thought. Tell ya what, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it, okay?"
"Okay, Aahz."
I tried to get my mind off the question. Maybe Aahz was right. No sense worrying about the problem until we knew for sure it existed. Maybe he wouldn't get his powers back. Maybe I'd get to be the one to fight Isstvan after all. Terrific.
"Hey! Watch the beast, kid!"
Aahz's voice broke my train of thought. We were leading the war unicorn between us, and the beast chose this moment to act up.
It nickered and half-reared, then planted its feet and tossed its head.
"Steady ... ow!"
Aahz extended a hand trying to seize its bridle and received a solid rap on the forearm from the unicorn's horn for his trouble.
"Easy, Buttercup," I said soothingly. "There's a good boy."
The beast responded to my coaxings, first by settling down, pawing the ground nervously, then finally by rubbing his muzzle against me.
Though definitely a friendly gesture, this is not the safest thing to have a unicorn do to you. I ducked nimbly under his swinging horn and cast about me quickly. Snatching an orange flower from a nearby bush, I fed it to him at an arm's length. He accepted the offering and began to munch it contentedly.
"I don't think that beast likes demons," Aahz grumbled sullenly, rubbing his bruised arm.
"It stands to reason," I retorted. "I mean, he was a demon hunter's mount, you know."
"Seems to take readily enough to you, though," Aahz observed. "Are you sure you're not a virgin?"
"Certainly not," I replied in my most injured tones. Actually I was, but I would have rather been fed to vampire-slugs than admit it to Aahz.
"Speaking of demon hunters, you'd better check on our friend there," Aahz suggested. "It could get a bit grisly if an arm or something broke off before we got around to restoring him."
I hastened to comply. We had rigged a drag-litter for the Quigley-statue to avoid having to load and unload him each night, not to mention escaping the chore of saddling and unsaddling the war unicorn. The bulk of the gear and armor was sharing the drag-litter with the Quigley-statue, a fact which seemed to make the unicorn immensely happy. Apparently it was far easier to drag all that weight than to carry it on one's back.
"He seems to be okay, Aahz." I reported.
"Good," he sneered. "I'd hate to think of anything happening to him, accidental-like."
Aahz was still not happy with our traveling companions. He had only grudgingly given in to my logic for bringing them along as opposed to leaving them behind. I had argued that they could be of potential assistance in dealing with the Deveel, or at least when we had our final showdown with Isstvan.
In actuality, that wasn't my reasoning at all. I felt a bit guilty about having set Quigley up to get clobbered by the Imps and didn't want to see any harm befall him because of it.
"It would make traveling a lot easier if we restored him," I suggested hopefully.
"Forget it, kid."
"But Aahz...."
"I said forget it! In case you've forgotten, that particular gentleman's major pastime seems to consist of seeking out and killing demons. Now I'm aware my winning personality may have duped you into overlooking the fact, but I am a demon. As such, I am not about to accept a living, breathing, and most importantly, functioning demon hunter as a traveling companion."
"We fooled him before!" I argued.
"Not on a permanent basis. Besides, when would you practice your magik if he was restored? Until we meet with the Deveel, you're still our best bet against Isstvan."
I wished he would stop mentioning that. It made me incredibly uncomfortable when he did. Besides, I couldn't think of a good argument to it.
"I guess you're right, Aahz," I admitted.
"You'd better believe I'm right. Incidentally, since we seem to be stopped anyway, this is as good a time as any for your next lesson."
My spirits lifted. Besides my natural eagerness to extend my magical abilities, Aahz's offer contained an implied statement that he was pleased with my progress so far in earlier lessons.
"Okay, Aahz," I said, looping the unicorn's reins around a nearby bush. "I'm ready."
"Good," smiled Aahz, rubbing his hands together. "Today we're going to teach you to fly."
My spirits fell again.
"Fly?" I asked.
"That's what I said, kid. Fly. Exciting, isn't it?"
"Why?"
"Whadya mean, why? Ever since we first cast jealous eyes on the creatures of the air we've wanted to fly. Now you're getting a chance to learn. That's why it's exciting!"
"I meant, why should I want to learn to fly?"
"Well... because everybody wants to fly."
"I don't," I said emphatically.
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid of heights, for one thing," I answered.