"You want me to cure the kid's insanity?"
"Huh? No. C'mon, Frumple. We came here on business. Let's declare a truce for a while, okay?"
"If you insist. It'll seem strange, though; Perverts and Deveels have never really gotten along."
"That's Pervects!"
"See what I mean?"
"Aahz!" I interrupted. "Could you just tell him?"
"Hmm? Oh. Right, kid. Look, Frumple. We've got a problem we were hoping you could help us with. You see, I've lost my powers."
"What!?" exploded Frumple. "You came here without the magical ability to protect yourself against being followed? That tears it. I spend seven years building a comfortable front here, and some idiot comes along and...."
"Look, Frumple. We told you the kid here's my apprentice. He knows more than enough to cover us."
"A half-trained apprentice! He's trusting my life and security to a half-trained apprentice!"
"You seem to be overlooking the fact we're already here. If anything was going to happen it would have happened already."
"Every minute you two are here you're threatening my existence."
"... which is all the more reason for you to deal with our problem immediately and stop this pointless breastbeating!"
The two of them glared at each other for a few moments, while I tried to be very quiet and unnoticeable. Frumple did not seem to be the right choice for someone to pin our hopes on.
"Oh, all right!" Frumple grumbled at last. "Since I probably won't be rid of you any other way."
He strode to the wall and produced what looked like a length of rope from behind one of the rugs.
"That's more like it," Aahz said triumphantly.
"Sid down and shut up," ordered our host.
Aahz did as he was bid, and Frumple proceeded to circle him. As he moved, the Deveel held the rope first this way, then that, sometimes looped in a circle, other times hanging limp. All the while he stared intently at the ceiling as if reading a message written there in fine print.
I didn't have the faintest idea what he was doing, but it was strangely enjoyable to watch someone order Aahz about and get away with it.
"Hmm...." the Deveel said at last. "Yes, I think we can say that your powers are definitely gone."
"Terrific!" Aahz growled. "Look, Frumple. We didn't come all this way to be told something we already knew. You Deveels are supposed to be able to do anything. Well, do something!"
"It's not that easy. Pervert!" Frumple snapped back. "I need information. How did you lose your powers, anyway?"
"I don't know for sure," Aahz admitted. "I was summoned to Klah by a magician and when I arrived they were gone."
"A magician? Which one?"
"Garkin."
"Garkin? He's a mean one to cross. Why don't you just get him to restore your powers instead of getting me involved?"
"Because he's dead. Is that reason enough for you?"
"Hmm ... that makes it difficult."
"Are you saying you can't do anything?" Aahz sneered. "I should have known. I always thought the reputation of the Deveels was overrated."
"Look, Pervert! Do you want my help or not? I didn't say I couldn't do anything, just that it would be difficult."
"That's more like it," Aahz chortled. "Let's get started."
"Not so fast," interrupted Frumple. "I didn't say I would help you, just that I could."
"I see," sneered Aahz. "Here it comes, kid. The price tag. I told you they were shake-down artists."
"Actually," the Deveel said dryly, "I was thinking of the time factor. It would take a while for me to make my preparations, and I believe I've made my feelings quite clear about you staying here longer than is absolutely necessary."
"In that case," smiled Aahz, "I suggest you get started. I believe I've made my feelings quite clear that we intend to stay here until the cure is effected."
"In that case," the Deveel smiled back at him, "I believe you raised the matter of cost. How much do you have with you?"
"Well, we have...." I began.
"That strikes me as being unimportant," Aahz glared warningly at me. "Suppose you tell us how much you feel is a fair price for your services."
Frumple graced him with one withering glare before sinking thoughtfully into his calculations.
"Hmm... material cost is up ... and of course, there's my time ... and you did call without an appointment ... let's say it would cost you, just as a rough estimate, mind you, oh, in the neighborhood of... Say!"
He suddenly brightened and smiled at us.
"Maybe you'd be willing to work this as a trade. I cure you, and you do me a little favor.''
"What kind of a favor?" Aahz asked suspiciously.
For once I was in complete agreement with him. Something in Frumple's voice did not inspire confidence.
"A small thing, really," the Deveel purred. "Sort of a decoy mission."
"We'd rather pay cash," I asserted firmly.
"Shut up, kid," Aahz advised. "What kind of a decoy mission, Frumple?"
"You may have noticed the young couple who entered my shop ahead of you. You did! Good. Then you have doubtless noticed they are not on the premises currently."
"How did they leave?" I asked curiously.
"I'll get to that in a moment," Frumple smiled. "Anyway, theirs is an interesting if common story. I'll spare you the details, but in short, they're young lovers kept apart by their families. In their desperation, they turned to me for assistance. I obliged them by sending them to another dimension where they can be happy free of their respective family's intervention."
"For a fee, of course," Aahz commented dryly.
"Of course," Frumple smiled.
"C'mon, Aahz," I chided. "It sounds like a decent thing to do, even if he was paid for it."
"Quite so!" beamed the Deveel. "You're quite perceptive for one so young. Anyway, my generosity has left me in a rather precarious position. As you have no doubt noticed, I am quite concerned with my image in this town. There is a chance that image may be threatened if the couple's relatives succeed in tracking them to my shop and no farther."
"That must have been some fee," Aahz mumbled.
"Now my proposition is this: in exchange for my assistance, I would ask that you two disguise yourselves as that couple and lay a false trail away from my shop."
"How much of a false trail?" I asked.
"Oh. it needn't be anything elaborate. Just be seen leaving town by enough townspeople to ensure that attention will be drawn away from my shop. Once out of sight of town, you can change to any disguise you like and return here. By that time, my preparations for your cure should be complete. Well, what do you say? Is it a deal?"
Chapter Thirteen:
"The secret to winning the support of large groups of people is positive thinking."
-N. BONAPARTE
"PEOPLE are staring at us, Aahz."
"Relax, kid. They're supposed to be staring at us."
To illustrate his point, he nodded and waved to a knot of glowering locals. They didn't wave back.
"I don't see why I have to be the girl," I grumbled.
"We went through that before, kid. You walk more like a girl than I do."
"That's what you and Frumple decided. I don't think I walk like a girl at all!"
"Well. let's say I walk less like a girl than you do."
It was hard to argue with logic like that, so I changed subjects.
"Couldn't we at least travel by less populated streets?" I asked.
"Why?" countered Aahz.
"Well, I'm not too wild about having a lot of people seeing me when I'm masquerading as a girl."
"C'mon, kid. The whole idea is that no one would recognize you. Besides, you don't know anybody in this town. Why should you care what they think of you?"
"I just don't like it, that's all," I grumbled.
"Not good enough," Aahz asserted firmly. "Being seen is part of our deal with Frumple. If you had any objections you should have said so before we closed the negotiations."