I thought about that for a few.
"Doesn't that description actually fit me to a ‘T'?"
"If so, let's keep it in the family. Okay?" my partner winked, punching me playfully on the shoulder. "Cheer up, Skeeve. In some ways it should be fun. There's nothing like competing in a game without the pressure to win to let you role-play to the hilt."
"Sure, Aahz."
"Okay, so let's get back to it. Just listen this time around. We'll go over it again slower later so you can write it all down."
With that, they launched into it again.
I listened with half an ear, all the while examining my feelings. I had gone into the first game at the Even-Odds expecting to lose, but I had been viewing that as a social evening. It was beyond my abilities to kid myself into believing this match with the Kid was going to be social.
As much as I respected the views of my advisors, I was having a lot of trouble accepting the idea that I would help my reputation by losing. They were right, though, that I couldn't gracefully refuse the challenge. If I didn't stand a chance of winning, then the only option left was to lose gracefully. Right?
Try as I might, though, I couldn't still a little voice in the back of my mind that kept telling me that the ideal solution would be to take the Kid to the cleaners. Of course, that was impossible. Right? Right?
Chapter Fifteen:
"I need all the friends I can get."
-QUASIMODO
WHILE my life may seem convoluted and depressing at times, at least there is one being who never turns from me in my hours of need.
"Gleep!"
I've never understood how a dragon's tongue can be slimy and sandpapery at the same time, but it is. Well, at least the one belonging to my dragon is.
"Down, fella... dow... hey! C'mon, Gleep. Stop it!"
"Gleep!" my pet declared as he deftly dodged my hands and left one more slimy trail across my face. Obedient to a fault. They say you can judge a man's leadership ability by how well he handles animals.
"Darn it, Gleep! This is serious!"
I've often tried to convince Aahz that my dragon actually understands what I say. Whether that was the case here or if he was just sensitive to my tone, Gleep sank back on his haunches and cocked his head attentively.
"That's better," I sighed, daring to breathe through my nose again. Dragons have notoriously bad breath (hence the expression "dragon mouth"), and my pet's displays of affection had the unfortunate side effect of making me feel more than slightly faint. Of course, even breathing through my mouth, I could still taste it.
"You see, I've got a problem... well, several problems, and I thought maybe talking them out without being interrupted might..."
"Gleep!"
The tongue slicked out again, this time catching me with my mouth open. While I love my pet, there are times I wish he were... smaller. Times like this . .. and when I have to clean out his litter box.
"You want I should lean on the dragon for you, Boss?"
I looked around and discovered Nunzio sitting on one of the garden benches.
"Oh. Hi, Nunzio. What are you doing here? I thought you and Guido usually made yourself scarce when I was exercising Gleep."
"That's usually," the bodyguard shrugged. "My cousin and me, we talked it over and decided with this Ax fella on the loose that one of us should stick with you all the time, know what I mean? Right now it's my shift, and I'll be hangin' tight... no matter what you're doin'."
"I appreciate that, but I don't think there's any danger of getting hit here. I already decided not to take Gleep outside until the coast is clear. No sense tempting fate."
That was at least partially true. What I had really decided was that I didn't want to give the Ax a chance to strike at me through my pet. Aahz already complained enough about having a dragon in residence without adding fuel to the fire. Of course, if my suspicions were correct and Bunny was the Ax...
"Better safe than sorry ... and you didn't answer my question. You want I should lean on the dragon?"
Sometimes the logic of bodyguards eluded me completely.
"No. I mean, why should you lean on Gleep? You look comfortable where you are."
Nunzio rolled his eyes. "I don't mean ‘lean on him' like really lean on him. I mean, do you want me to bend him a little? You know, rough him up some. I stay outta things between you and your partner, but you shouldn't have to put up with that kind of guff from a dragon."
"He's just being friendly."
"Friendly, schmendly. From what I've seen, you're in more danger from getting knocked off by your own pet than by anyone else I've seen at the Bazaar. All I've ever asked is that you let me do my job ... I am supposed to be guardin' your body, ya' know. That's how my position got its lofty title."
Not for the first time, I was impressed by Nunzio's total devotion to his work. For a moment I was tempted to let him do what he wanted. At the last minute, though, an image flashed through my mind of my outsized bodyguard and my dragon going at it hammer and tongs in the middle of the garden.
"Umm... thanks, but I think I'll pass, Nunzio. Gleep can be a pain sometimes, but I kind of like him jumping all over me once in a while. It makes me feel loved. Besides, I wouldn't want to see him get hurt... or you either, for that matter."
"Jumpin' up on you is one thing. Doin' it when you don't want him to is sompin' else. Besides, I wouldn't hurt him. I'd just... here, let me show you!"
Before I could stop him, he was on his feet, taking a straddle-legged stance facing my dragon.
"C'mere, Gleep. C'mon. fella."
My pet's head snapped around, then he went bounding toward what he thought was a new playmate.
"Nunzio. I..."
Just as the dragon reached him, my bodyguard held out a hand, palm outward.
"Stop, Gleep! Sit! I said SIT!!"
What happened next I had to reconstruct later from replaying my memory, it happened so fast.
Nunzio's hand snaked out and closed over Gleep's snout. With a jerk he pulled the nose down until it was under my pet's head, then pushed up sharply.
In mid-stride the dragon's haunches dropped into a sitting position and he stopped, all the while batting his eyelashes in bewilderment.
"Now stay. Stay!!"
My bodyguard carefully opened his hand and stepped back, holding his palm flat in front of my pet's face.
Gleep quivered slightly but didn't budge from his sitting position.
"See, Boss? He'll mind," Nunzio called over his shoulder. "Ya just gotta be firm with him."
I suddenly realized my jaw was dangling somewhere around my knees. "What... that's incredible, Nunzio! How did you ... what did you ..."
"I guess you never knew," he grinned, "I used ta be an animal trainer... mostly the nasty ones for shows, know what I mean?"
"An animal trainer?"
"Yeah. It seemed like a logical extension of bein' a schoolteacher... only without the parents to worry about."
I had to sit down. Between the demonstration with Gleep and the sudden insight to his background, Nunzio had my brain on overload.
"An animal trainer and a schoolteacher."
"That's right. Say, you want I should work with your dragon some more now that he's quieted down?"
"No. Let him run for a while. This is supposed to be his exercise time."
"You're the Boss."
He turned toward Gleep and clapped his hands sharply. The dragon bounded backwards, then crouched close to the ground, ready to play.