"How may I help, Master Skeeve?" Zol inquired.
"Insights," I replied, though I didn't tell him how I planned to use the opposite of whatever he said. "Tell me how the Ten are likely to respond when we throw our one-two-three punches at them."
"Ah!" Zol exclaimed. "A three-pronged attack. Very clever. I see that Mistress Tananda is one step. The fire spell is another step. But what is the third?"
"For that I'll need about thirty packets of Kobold snacks," I grinned.
Zol's big dark eyes crinkled with merriment. He glanced at Gleep, who looked innocently from one of us to the other.
'This is why you are such a successful magician," Zol said me, as he picked up his notebook for a quick trip back to Kobol. "Innovation. Would you care to join me, Miss Bunny?"
"I'd love to," my assistant replied. The two of them vanished. One more item off my mental checklist.
"Can I help?" Kassery inquired shyly.
"I need to meet with as many Wuhses as possible," I said. "Tonight or tomorrow, in Montgomery's inn."
"A secret meeting? Can I tell them what it's about?"
"It's simple," I responded. "Everyone has a stake in getting the Pervect Ten to leave. It's time that some of you Wuhses step up and help out. I promise that no one will get hurt. They might get yelled at, but they face that any day."
Kassery nodded. "I will begin to organize it. They will be there." She rose from her crouch on the stone steps.
"Oh," I added, "and can you look after Gleep for me for a little while? I have to run back to Deva to pick up a few things."
Gleep looked disappointed, but Kassery regarded my dragon warmly. "It would be my pleasure," she responded, hooking her hand through his collar. My pet followed her with reproachful looks over his shoulder, but I knew better than to take a dragon shopping with me at the joke shop in the Bazaar.
We reunited at Montgomery's that evening. Kassery, Gleep and I waited at the table in the corner that had come to be our headquarters. As Bunny and Zol appeared, I was careful to throw a disguise spell over them. After the debacle on Ronko, I was certain that the Pervect Ten were very angry with me. I figured the safest possible place to be was right underneath their noses, but I saw no reason to advertise the fact, either.
Bunny's eyes were bright with excitement. "Oh, Skeeve, I had such a good time! Kobolds certainly know how to throw a party. They updated Bytina's communications program, and I think I got messages from everyone in the dimension!"
"Mission accomplished," Zol informed me, patting his satchel. "Is there any other way in which I might aid you?"
"There is one thing," I began.
Just then, Tananda reappeared. Her clothing was a little disheveled, but she had a smile on her face, and she was humming happily. I reached out to extend my disguise spell to her, but I was unable to cover up her olive-skinned beauty with the semblance of a sheep-woman. I smiled smugly. Mission accomplished.
"If you wouldn't mind," I queried Zol, "I would appreciate your help with a research project."
Tananda ambled over to me and placed a small object on the table. I noticed that as we leaned in to look at it, our faces changed from Wuhs to our respective races.
"But what is it?" Bunny asked.
"It's a stone," I informed her. "At least, I think it's a stone."
"That I can see," my assistant replied, with some asperity. "I may be able to play the dumb moll but you know I'm not."
"Sorry," the Trollop apologized, grinning. "Skeeve didn't know what he was going to get. It's a piece of stone from the Volute courthouse wall."
"This will do it?" I asked, nervously.
"Mmm-hmm," she hummed, running a sensuous finger along the decolletage of her tightly laced tunic as if remembering a pleasant sensation. "He swears it. Precisely what he said is 'It makes more of itself.' That was the best he could explain it, and believe me, I asked him several times. He was not inclined to mislead me at the moment. He's just not a magician." She raised her eyebrows meaningfully, and I did not want to ask her under which circumstances Scootie was sworn to honesty. I could guess. "What is it?" Bunny insisted.
"It contains a portion of the enchantment that created the anti-magik field inside the jail on Scamaroni," I explained.
"But what's the use in that?"
"What's the biggest advantage the Pervect Ten have over us?" I asked her.
"That they can mop up the floor with us?"
"That's only if they can reach us," I pointed out.
"But so can any Pervect," Bunny asserted reasonably. "Between their magik and their strength, they can pound any Klahd or any Trollop into jelly."
"No," I corrected her, "what makes the Ten unbeatable is their ability to combine their magikal talent into ten times ten, to command forces that make my talent look like a drop of water in an ocean. If I can figure out how to duplicate this spell, we can knock out their power."
"Which still leaves them able to mop up the floor with us," Tananda pointed out. "They don't need their magik to tear us to pieces."
"Not if they can't reach us," I replied. "You see, if they can't use their talent, they can't dimension hop."
"Out of what?"
"Remember their fire protection spell? The one we took for a walk the first day we came to Wuh?"
Tananda made a noise. "Will I ever forget it? I like being around hot stuff, but that goes outside the definition."
"That's the one. We get them inside it, but we turn it inside out so they're trapped. If they can't use magik, they're not going anywhere. Then we have negotiating power."
"And how are we going to get them to wait politely in their chamber while we steal their powers and lock them inside their own security spell?"
I agreed with them. "For that, we're going to rely upon Wuhs power." Since the Wuhses were still under house arrest during all nonbusiness hours the only time they were able to attend a secret meeting was just after dawn and before they had to report for work in their shops and factories. Thirty or forty Wuhses crowded nervously into Montgomery's main room.
"We do not wish to be late, Master Skeeve," Gubbeen reminded me, watching through the window as the sun climbed with distressing rapidity up the eastern edge of the sky.
"Then I won't waste your time," I said. "I'm ready to fulfill the deal we made, but to succeed I am going to need your help."
"Us! W… w… well, you're the one Wensley hired," Ardrahan protested.
I raised an eyebrow. "How badly do you want these Pervects out of here?"
"Er," Gubbeen thought about the question for a moment, "a lot?" The others nodded their heads vigorously. That seemed to be the general consensus. They were willing to agree upon that concept.
"Enough to risk your life?" I inquired, pushing a little harder.
"Uh," Cashel gulped, "well, now that you mention it, not really. It hasn't been so bad with them here now, you know… new things to do, new industry getting started…"
I interrupted him. "Do you want to end up in a bottle like Wensley?"
"No!" the Wuhs protested. He began to back out, but there wasn't room in the crowded inn. "I mean, if it's not necessary, but they have their own opinions on how they want to deal with us, you know. Everybody has his or her own style, and who am I to condemn that, right?"
"Well, here's the good news," I told them. "I need your help, and it won't be fatal or painful at all. How about that?" The Wuhses looked surprised. I had begun with the worst possible scenario, and dropped the level of threat un- til it was under their threshold of panic. I did my best to keep from smiling as they discussed the matter between themselves, but I wasn't going to wait long for their answer. "Well?"