I kicked my legs slightly and tried an experimental tremor. It had the overall effect of tightening the noose. I decided to try another tactic. I let my head loll to one side and extended my tongue out of the corner of my mouth.
It worked. There was a sudden increase in the volume of the catcalls from the crowd to reward my efforts.
I held that pose.
My tongue was rapidly drying out, but I forced my mind away from it. To avoid involuntarily swallowing, I tried to think of other things.
Poor Aahz. For all his gruff criticism and claims of not caring for anyone else but himself, his last act had been to think of my welfare. I promised myself that when I got down from here....
What would happen when I got down from here? What do they do with bodies in this town? Do they bury them? It occurred to me it might be better to hang than be buried alive.
"The law says they're supposed to hang there until they rot!"
The officer's voice seemed to answer my thoughts and brought my mind back to the present.
"Well, they aren't hanging in front of the law's restaurant!" came an angry voice in response.
"Tell you what. We'll come back at sundown and cut them down."
"Sundown? Do you realize how much money I could lose before sundown? Nobody wants to eat at a place where a corpse dangles its toes in his soup. I've already lost most of the lunch rush!"
"Hmm ... It occurs to me that if the day's business means that much to you, you should be willing to share a little of the profit."
"So that's the way it is, is it? Oh, very well. Here... for your troubles."
There was the sound of coins being counted out.
"That isn't very much. I have to share with my men, you know."
"You drive a hard bargain! I didn't know bandits had officers."
More coins were counted, accompanied by the officer's chuckle. It occurred to me that instead of studying magik, I should be devoting my time to bribes and graft. It seemed to work better.
"Men!" the officer called. "Cut this carrion down and haul it out of town. Leave it at the city limits as a warning to anyone else who would seek to .cheat the citizens of Twixt."
"You're too considerate." The restaurant owner's voice was edged with sarcasm.
"Think nothing of it, citizen," the officer sneered.
I barely remembered to stop flying before they cut the rope. I bit my tongue as I started into the ground, and risked sneaking it back into my mouth. No one noticed.
Unseen hands grabbed me under the armpits and by the ankles, and the journey began to the city limits.
Now that I knew I wasn't going to be buried, my thoughts returned to my future.
First, I would have to do something to Frumple. What, I wasn't sure, but something. I owed Aahz that much. Maybe I could restore Quigley and enlist his aid. He was supposed to be a demon hunter. He was probably better equipped to handle a Deveel than I was. Then again, remembering Quigley, that might not be a valid assumption.
Then there was Isstvan. What was I going to do about him? I wasn't sure I could beat him with Aahz's help. Without it, I wouldn't stand a chance.
"This should be far enough. Shall we hang them again?"
I froze at the suggestion. Fortunately the voice at my feet had different ideas.
"Why bother? I haven't seen an officer yet who'd move a hundred paces from a bar. Let's just dump 'em here."
There was a general chorus of assent, and the next minute I was flying through the air again. I tried to relax for the impact, but the ground knocked the wind out of me again.
If I was going to continue my efforts to master flying, I'd have to devote more time to the art of forced landings.
I lay there motionless. I couldn't hear the soldiers any more, but I didn't want to run the risk of sitting up and betraying the fact I wasn't dead.
"Are you going to lay there all day or are you going to help me get untied?"
My eyes flew open involuntarily. Aahz was sitting there grinning down at me.
There was only one sensible thing to do, and I did it. I fainted.
Chapter Fifteen:
"Anyone who uses the phrase 'easy as taking candy from a baby' has never tried taking candy from a baby."
-R. HOOD
"CAN we move now?" I asked.
"Not yet, kid. Wait until the lights have been out for a full day."
"You mean a full hour."
"Whatever. Now shut up and keep watching."
We were waiting in the dead-end alley across the street from Frumple's shop. Even though we were supposedly secure in our new disguises, I was uneasy being back in the same town where I had been hung. It's a hard feeling to describe to someone who hasn't experienced it. Then too, it was strange being with Aahz after I had gotten used to the idea of him being dead.
Apparently the neck muscles of a Pervect are considerably stronger than those of a human. Aahz had simply tensed those muscles and they provided sufficient support to keep the noose from cutting off his air supply.
As a point of information, Aahz had further informed me that his scales provided better armor than most chain-mail or plate armor available in this dimension. I had heard once that demons could only be destroyed by specially constructed weapons or by burning. It seemed the old legends may have actually had some root in fact.
"Okay, kid," Aahz whispered. "I guess we've waited long enough."
He eased himself out of the alley and led me in a long circle around the shop, stopping again only when we had returned to our original spot by the alley.
"Well, what do you think, kid?"
"Don't know. What were we looking for?"
"Tell me again about how you planned to be a thief," Aahz sighed. "Look, kid. We're looking over a target. Right?"
"Right," I replied, glad to be able to agree with something.
"Okay, how many ways in and out of that shop did you see?"
"Just one. The one across the street there."
"Right. Now how do you figure we're going to get into the shop?"
"I don't know," I said honestly.
"C'mon, kid. If there's only one way in...."
"You mean we're just going to walk in the front door?"
"Why not? We can see from here the door's open."
"Well... if you say so, Aahz. I just thought it would be harder than that."
"Whoa! Nobody said it was going to be easy. Just because the door's open doesn't mean the door's open."
"I didn't quite get that, Aahz."
"Think, kid. We're after a Deveel, right? He's got access to all kinds of magic and gimmicks. Now what say you close your eyes and take another look at that door."
I did as I was told. Immediately the image of a glowing cage sprang into my mind, a cage that completely enclosed the shop.
"He's got some kind of ward up, Aahz," I informed my partner.
It occurred to me that a few short weeks ago I would have held such a structure in awe. Now, I accepted it as relatively normal, just another obstacle to be overcome.
"Describe it to me," Aahz hissed.
"Well... it's bright... whitish purple... there's a series of bars and crossbars forming squares about a hand-span across...."
"Is it just over the door, or all over the shop?"
"All over the shop. The top's covered, and the bars run right into the ground."
"Hmm, well, we'll just have to go through it. Listen up, kid. Time for a quick lesson."
I opened my eyes and looked at the shop again. The building looked as innocent as it had when we first circled it. It bothered me that I couldn't sense the cage's presence the way I could our own wards.
"What is it, Aahz?" I asked uneasily.
"Hmm? Oh. it's a ward, kind of like the ones we use, but a lot nastier."
"Nastier, how?"
"Well, the kind of wards I taught you to build are an early warning system and not much else. From the sounds of it, the stuff Frumple is using will do considerably more. Not only will it kill you, it'll knock you into pieces smaller than dust. It's called disintegration."