He started to snap back, then pursed his lips and returned his attention to his wine. "I'll avoid comparing lists of how often which of us has gotten us in how much trouble and simply concede the point. I guess that's part of what a partnership is all about. Sorry if I seem a little snorky from time to time, but I've never had a partner before. It takes getting used to."
"I say! Well said, Aahz!" Chumley applauded. "You know, you're getting more civilized every day."
"Let's not get too carried away just yet. How about you, Chumley? You and your sister have helped us out often enough, but I don't recall either of you bringing your problems home with you. Isn't that a little lopsided?"
"I've always figured it's our way of kicking in on the rent," the troll said casually. "If our problems ever start interfering with your work, then I'll figure we've overstayed our welcome."
This came as a total surprise to me. I realized with a start, that I was usually so busy with my own life and problems that I never got around to asking much about the work Chumley and Tananda were doing.
"Whoa up a minute here," I said. "Are you two having problems I don't know about?"
"Well, it isn't all beer and skittles," the troll grimaced briefly. "The subject at hand, however, is your problems. There's nothing on my plate that has a higher priority just now, so let's get to work on the latest crisis, shall we? I suggest we all put on our thinking caps and brainstorm a little. Let's just stare at the ceiling and each toss out ideas as they occur to us."
I made myself a little promise to return to the subject of Tananda and Chumley's problems at a later date, then joined the others in staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. Time crawled along, and no one said anything.
"Well, so much for brainstorming," Aahz said, reaching for the wine again. "I'll admit I'm coming up blank."
"Perhaps it would help if we started by defining the problem," Chumley urged. "Now, as I see it, we have two problems: Markie and Bunny. We're going to have trouble figuring out what to do about Bunny until we find out what Don Bruce has up his sleeve, and we've got to come up with a way to keep Markie from totally disrupting our lives until her father comes to pick her up."
"If he picks her up," my partner corrected helpfully.
"I'll admit, I still don't know how you did so well in that game to end up with Markie in the first place," the troll said, cocking one outsized eye at me and ignoring Aahz.
"Dumb luck ... with the emphasis on dumb."
"That's not the way I heard it," Chumley smirked.
"Whatever your method was, it was successful enough to make you the talk of the Bazaar."
"What!?" Aahz said, sitting up in his chair again.
"You would hear it yourself if you weren't spending all your time sulking in your room," the troll winked.
"When I went out after little sister today, it seemed that all I was hearing about was the new dragon poker champion of Deva. Everybody's talking about the game, or what they've heard about the game. I suspect they're embellishing upon the facts, from some of the description of the hands, but there are those who are taking it all as gospel."
I remembered then that when the game broke up, the other players had been very enthusiastic about my playing. At the time, I had been worried about the secret of my night out reaching Aahz (which, you'll recall, it did before I got home). The troubles with Markie and Bunny had occupied my mind and time ever since, so I hadn't stopped to think of other potential repercussions of the game gossip. Now, however ...
Aahz was out of his seat, pacing back and forth.
"Chumley, if what you're saying is true ... are you following this, partner?"
"Too bloody well," I growled.
That got my partner to pause momentarily to roll his eyes.
"Watch yourself," he warned. "You're starting to talk like Chumley now."
"You want I should talk like Guido instead, know what I mean?"
"I don't understand," the troll interrupted. "Is something amiss?"
"We don't have two problems," Aahz announced.
"We've got three! Markie, Bunny, and the rumor mill!"
"Gossip? How can that be a problem?"
"Think it through, Chumley," I said. "All I need right now is to have a bunch of hotshot dragon poker players hunting me up to see if I'm as good as everybody says."
"That's only part of it, partner," Aahz added. "This could hurt our business and public images as well."
I closed my eyes and sighed.
"Spell it out for me, Aahz. I'm still learning, remember?"
"Well, we already know your reputation at magic has been growing fast... almost too fast. The competition hates you because you're taking all the prime assignments. No big deal! Professional jealousy is the price of success in any field. There comes a time, however, when you can get too big too fast. Then it isn't just your rivals you worry about. Everybody wants you taken down a peg or two if for no other reason than to convince themselves that your success is abnormal... that they don't have to feel bad for not measuring up."
He paused to stare at me hard.
"I'm afraid this dragon poker thing just might push you into the second category. A lot of beings excel here at the Bazaar, but they're only noted in one field. The Geek, for example, is a recognized figure among the gamblers, but he doesn't have any reputation to speak of as a magician or merchant. People can accept that... work hard and you rise toward the top of your group. You, on the other hand, have just made a strong showing in a second profession. I'm afraid there's going to be some backlash."
"Backlash?" I echoed weakly.
"It's like I've been trying to tell you: people aren't going to want you to get too much above them. At the very least they might start boycotting our business. At most... well, there are ways of sabotaging other people's success."
"You mean they're going to ..."
"That's enough!" Chumley declared, slapping his palm down on the table loudly.
It suddenly occurred to me that I had never seen Chumley mad. It also occurred to me that I was glad our furniture was strong enough to withstand even Aahz's tirades. If not, the troll would have destroyed the table just stopping the conversation.
"Now listen up, both of you!" he ordered, leveling a gnarled finger at us. "I think the current crisis has gone to your heads. You two are overreacting ... snapping at shadows! I'll admit we've got some problems, but we've handled worse. This is no time to get panicky."
"But..."
"Hear me out, Aahz. I've listened to you bellow often enough."
I opened my mouth to make a witty comment, then, for once, thought better of it.
"Markie is a potential disaster, but the key word there is potential. She's a good kid who will do what we say... if we learn to watch what we say to her. The same goes for Bunny. She's smart as a whip and..."
"Bunny?" I blurted, forgetting myself for a moment.
"Yes, Bunny. It's been a long time since there's been anyone around here I could discuss literature and theater with. She's really quite intelligent if you bother to talk to her."
"We are talking about the same Bunny, aren't we?" Aahz murmured. "The one who comes across dumb as a stone,"
Chumley confirmed grimly. "Just remember how I come across when I'm putting on my Big Crunch act... but we're wandering. The subject is problems, and I maintain with a little coaching Bunny won't be one."
He paused to glare at us.
"As to the rumor of Skeeve's abilities at dragon poker, I've never in my life heard anyone get as alarmed as you, Aahz. Sure, there are negative sides to any rumor, but you have to get pretty extreme to do the projections that have been voiced just now."
"Hey, Boss!" Guido called, sticking his head in the door. "The Geek's here to see you."
"I'll handle this," Aahz said, heading for the reception area. "You stay here and listen to what Chumley has to say. He's probably right. I have been edgy lately ... for some unknown reason."