Guide's brow furrowed slightly.
"I ... think so. Yeah! I get it. Well, it worked. You looked real good. I wouldn't want to cross you, and neither would Nunzio. In fact, if we can ever do you a favor... you know, bend someone a little for you... well, just let us know."
"Hey, what's that?"
I looked in the direction Don Bruce was pointing. A booth was filled with short painted sticks, all floating in midair.
"I think he's selling magic wands," I guessed. "Oh! I want one. Now, don't go anywhere without me."
The bodyguards hesitated for a moment, then followed as Don Bruce plunged into negotiations with the booth's proprietor, who gaped a bit at his new customer.
"Does he always dress like that?" I asked Shai-ster.
"You know, all in light purple?"
The Mob spokesman raised an eyebrow at me. "Do you always dress in green when you travel to other dimensions?"
Just to be on the safe side, I had donned another disguise before accompanying this crew to Deva. It occurred to me that if I were successful in my negotiations, it wouldn't be wise to be known at the Bazaar as the one who introduced organized crime to the dimension.
Unfortunately, this had dawned on me just as we were preparing to make our departure, so I hadn't had much time to choose someone to disguise myself as. Any of my friends were out, as were Massha, Quigley, Garkin ... in desperation I settled on Rupert ... I mean, there was one being I owed a bad turn or two. Consequently, I was currently parading around the Bazaar as a scaly green Pervert... excuse me, Pervect.
"I have my reasons," I dodged loftily.
"Well, so has Don Bruce," Shai-ster scowled. "Now if you don't mind, I've got a few questions about this place. If we try to move in here, won't language be a problem? I can't understand anything these freaks are saying."
"Take a look," I instructed, pointing.
Don Bruce and the Deveel proprietor were haggling earnestly, obviously having no difficulty understanding each other, however much they disagreed.
"No Deveel worth his salt is going to let a little thing like language stand in the way of a sale."
"Hey, everybody! Look what I got!"
We turned to find Don Bruce bearing down on us, proudly waving a small rod the same color as his clothes.
"It's a magic wand!" he exclaimed. "I got it for a song."
"A song plus some gold, I'd wager," Shai-ster observed dryly. "What does it do?"
"What does it do?" Don Bruce grinned. "Watch this."
He swept the wand across the air with a grand gesture, and a cloud of shiny dust sparkled to the ground.
"That's it?" Shai-ster grimaced.
Don Bruce frowned at the wand.
"That's funny. When the guy back there did it, he got a rainbow."
He pointed the wand at the ground and shook it... and three blades materialized out of thin air, lancing into the dust at our feet.
"Careful!" Shai-ster warned, hopping back out of range. "You'd better read the instructions on that thing."
"I don't need instructions," Don Bruce insisted. "I'm a fairy godfather. I know what I'm doing."
As he spoke, he gestured emphatically with the wand, and a jet of flame narrowly missed one of the bodyguards.
"... But this can wait," Don Bruce concluded, tucking the wand into his waistband. "We've got business to discuss."
"Yes. We were just..." Shai-ster began. "Shuddup! I'm talking to Skeeve here." The force behind Don Bruce's sudden admonishment, combined with the Shai-ster's quick obedience, made me hastily revise my opinion of the Mob leader. Strange or not, he was a force to be recognized.
"Now then, Mister Skeeve, what's the police situation around here?" "There aren't any." Shai-ster's eyebrows shot up.
"Then how do they enforce the laws?" he asked, forgetting himself.
"As far as I can tell, there are no laws either." "How 'bout that, Shai-ster?" Don Bruce laughed.
"No police, no laws, no lawyers. You'd be in trouble if you were born here.''
I started to ask what a lawyer was, but the godfather saved me from my own ignorance by plunging into the next question.
"How about politicians?"
"None."
"Unions?"
"None."
"Bookies?"
"Lots," I admitted. "This is the gambling capital of the dimensions. As near as I can tell, though, they all operate independently. There's no central organization."
Don Bruce rubbed his hands together gleefully. "You listening to this, Shai-ster? This is some world Mister Skeeve is givin' us here."
"He's not giving it to us," Shai-ster corrected. "He's offering access to it."
"That's right," I said quickly. "Exploiting it is up to your organization. Now, if you don't think your boys can handle it. ..."
"We can handle it. A layout like this? It's a piece of cake."
Guido and Nunzio exchanged nervous glances, but held their silence as Don Bruce continued.
"Now if I understand this right, what you want in return for letting us into this territory is that we lay off Big June and Possiltum. Right?"
I count real good up to three.
"And me," I added. "No 'getting even with the guy who thrashed our army plans,' no 'join the Mob or die' pressure. I'm an independent operator and happy to stay that way."
"Sure, sure," Don Bruce waved. "Now that we've seen how you operate, no reason we can't eat out of the same bowl. If anything, we owe you a favor for opening up a new area to our organization."
Somehow, that worried me.
"Um... tell you what. I don't want any credit for this... inside the Mob or outside. Right now, nobody but us knows I had a hand in this. Let's keep it that way, okay?"
"If that's what you want," Don Bruce shrugged.
"I'll just tell the Big Boys you're too rough for us to tangle with, and that's why we're going to leave you alone. Any time our paths cross, we go ahead with your approval or we back off. Okay?"
"That's what I want."
"Deal?"
"Deal."
We shook hands ceremoniously.
"Very well," I said. "Here's what you need to travel between here and home."
I fished the D-Hopper out of my sleeve.
"This setting is for home. This one is for here. Push this button to travel."
"What about the other settings?" Shai-ster asked.
"Remember the magic wand?" I countered. "Without instructions, you could get lost with this thing. I mean, really lost."
"Come on, boys," Don Bruce said, setting the D-Hopper. "We gotta hurry home. There's a world here to conquer, so we gotta get started before somebody else beats us to it. Mister Skeeve, a pleasure doin' business with you."
A second later, they were gone.
I should have been elated, having finally eliminated one set of problems from my horizon. I wasn't.
Don Bruce's last comment about world conquering reminded me of Queen Hemlock's plans. Now that the Mob was neutralized, I had other problems to solve. As soon as I got back to the palace, I would have to ...
Then it hit me.
The Mob representatives had taken the D-Hopper with them when they left. That thing was my only route back to Klah! I was stranded at the Bazaar with no way back to my own dimension!
Chapter Twelve:
I'm making this up as I go along!"
-I.JONES
BUT I didn't panic. Why should I?
Sure, I was in a bit of a mess, but if there was one place in all the dimensions I could be confident of finding help, it was here at the Bazaar. Anything could be had here for a price, and thanks to Aahz's training, I had made a point of stocking my pouch with money prior to our departure from Klah.
Aahz!
It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't thought about my old mentor for days. The crises that had erupted shortly after his departure had occupied my mind to an extent where there was no time or energy left for brooding. Except for the occasional explanation of his absence, Aahz was playing no part in my life currently. I was successfully handling things without him.