"See! You were expecting him to get into trouble. Might I point out he was doing just fine before you barged in. He and his dragon had those thugs treed all by themselves. He's pretty handy with that magik, you know."
"I know," Aahz responded proudly. "I taught him."
"Gee, thanks, Aahz."
"Shut up, kid."
"Gleep," said the dragon, craning his neck around to look at Aahz upside down.
"A dragon, huh?" Aahz said, studying the dragon more thoughtfully.
"He might help us against Isstvan," I suggested hopefully.
"Isstvan?" Tanda asked quizzically.
"Yeah," Aahz replied. "You remember him, don't you? Well, he's up to his old tricks, this time on Klah."
"So that's what's going on, huh? Well, what are we going to do about it?"
"We?" I asked, surprised.
"Sure," she smiled. "This racket is a bit low class, like Aahz says. I might as well tag along with you two for a while... if you don't mind, that is."
"Terrific!" I said, and meant it for a change.
"Not so fast, Tanda," Aahz cautioned. "There are a few details you haven't been filled in on yet."
"Such as?"
"Such as I've lost my powers."
"No fooling? Gee, that's tough."
"That means we'll be relying on the kid here to give us cover in the magik department."
"All the more reason for me to come along. I've picked up a few tricks myself."
"I know," Aahz leered.
"Not like that," she said, punching him in the side. "I mean magik tricks."
"Even so, it's not going to be easy."
"C'mon, Aahz," Tanda chided. "Are you trying to say it wouldn't be helpful having a trained Assassin on your side?"
"Well ... it could give us a bit of an advantage," Aahz admitted.
"Good! Then it's settled. What do we do first?"
"There're some stalls just around the corner that carry weapons," I suggested. "We could...."
"Relax, kid. I've already taken care of that."
"You have?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah. I found just what we need over in the practical jokes section. I was just looking for you before we headed back."
"Then we're ready to go?" Tanda asked.
"Yep," Aahz nodded, fishing the D-Hopper out of his shirt.
"What about my dragon?"
"What about him?"
"Are we going to take him with us?"
"Of course we're going to take him with us. We don't leave anything of value behind."
"Gleep!" said the dragon.
"... and he must be valuable to someone!" Aahz finished, glaring at the dragon.
He pressed the button on the D-Hopper. The Bazaar wavered and faded... and we were back in Frumple's shop... sort of.
"Interesting place you've got here," Tanda commented dryly. "Did you do the decor?"
All that was left of Frumple's shop was a burnt-out shell.
Chapter Twenty-One:
"One must deal openly and fairly with one's forces if maximum effectiveness is to be achieved."
-D. VADER
"WHAT happened?" I demanded of Aahz.
"Hey, kid. I was on Deva, too. Remember?"
"Um ... hey, guys. I hate to interrupt," Tanda interrupted, "but shouldn't something be done about disguises?"
She was right. Being on Deva had made me forget the mundane necessities of our existence. I ignored Aahz's sarcastic reply and set to work.
Aahz returned to his now traditional Garkin disguise. Tanda was fine once I changed her complexion and the color of her hair. After a bit of thought, I disguised Gleep as the war unicorn. It was a bit risky, but it would do as long as he kept his mouth shut. Me, I left as myself. I mean, what the heck. Tanda liked my looks the way they were.
Fortunately the sun wasn't up yet, so there weren't any people aboul to witness the transformation.
"Say, handsome," Tanda commented, observing the results of my work, "you're a pretty handy guy to have around."
"His name's Skeeve," Aahz grumbled.
"Whatever." Tanda murmured. "He's got style."
She snuggled up to me.
"Gleep!" said the dragon, pressing his head against my other side.
I was starting to feel awfully popular.
"If you can spare a few minutes, kid," Aahz commented dryly, "we do have a mission, remember?"
"That's right," I said, forcing my attention away from Tanda's advances. "What do you think happened to Frumple?"
"Either the citizens of Twixt got wise to him, or he's off to tell Isstvan we're coming, would be my two guesses."
"Who's Frumple?" Tanda asked.
"Hmm? Oh, he's the resident Deveel," Aahz said. "He's the one who helped us get to the Bazaar."
"... at sword point," I added sarcastically.
"What's a Deveel doing here?"
"All we know is that rumor has it he was barred from Deva," I told her.
"Hmm ... sounds like a bit of a nasty character."
"Well, he won't win any popularity contests."
"It occurs to me," Aahz interrupted, "that if either of my two guesses are correct, we'd best be on our way. Time seems to be running out."
"Right," agreed Tanda. "Which way is Isstvan?"
"First, we've got to pick up Quigley," I inserted.
"Why?" asked Aahz. "Oh, I suppose you're right, kid. We're going to need all the help we can muster."
"Who's Quigley?" Tanda asked.
"Later, Tanda," Aahz insisted. "First help us see if there's anything here worth salvaging."
Unfortunately, there wasn't. In fact, there weren't even the charred remains of anything left for our discovery. Even the garish sword I had left behind seemed to have vanished.
"That settles it," Aahz commented grimly as we completed our search. "He's on his way to Isstvan."
"The natives might have taken the sword after they burned the place," I suggested hopefully.
"No way, kid. Even yokels like these wouldn't bother with a crummy sword like that.''
"It was that bad?" Tanda asked.
"It was that bad," Aahz assured her firmly.
"If it was that worthless, why would Frumple take it with him?" I asked.
"For the same reason we've been lugging it around," Aahz said pointedly. "There's always some sucker to unload it on for a profit. Remember Quigley?"
"Who's Quigley?" Tanda insisted.
"Well," sighed Aahz, "at the moment he's a statue, but in duller times he's a demon hunter."
"Swell," she commented sarcastically. "Just what we need."
"Wait until you meet him," Aahz rolled his eyes and sighed. "Oh well, let's go."
Our departure from Twixt was blissfully uneventful. On the road, we rehearsed our story until, by the time we finally dug up Quigley and sprinkled him with the restoring power, we were ready to present a united front.
"Really? Turned to stone, you say?" he said, brushing the dirt from his clothes.
"Yes," Aahz assured him. "They were looting your body when we launched our counterattack. It's lucky for you we decided to come back and fight at your side."
"And they took my magik sword and my amulet?" I felt a little uneasy on those subjects, but Aahz never batted an eye.
"That's right, the blackguards'" he snarled. "We tried to stop them, but they eluded us."
"Well, at least they didn't get my war unicorn," muttered the demon hunter.
"Um. ..." I said, bracing myself for my part in this charade. "We've got some bad news about that, too."
"Bad news?" Quigley frowned, "I don't understand. I can see the beast with my own eyes and he seems fit enough."
"Oh, he's fine physically," Aahz reassured him. "but before they disappeared, the demons put a spell on him."
"A spell?"
"Yes." I said. "Now he ... urn ... well... he thinks he's a dragon."
"A dragon?" Quigley exclaimed.
"Gleep!" said the dragon.
"And that's not all," Aahz continued. "The beast was so wild at first that only through the continued efforts of my squire here were we able to gentle him at all. Frankly, I was for putting the poor animal out of its misery, but he insisted he could tame it and you see before you the results of his patient teachings."