The gargoyle was already gone, lumbering back to his counter. I considered ignoring him. Then I considered his size and countenance, and decided I should straighten out this misunderstanding in a polite fashion.
"Excuse me," I told my charges. "I'll be right back."
"Don't worry about us, boss," Brockhurst waved.
I wasn't reassured.
I managed to make my way to the counter without banging my sword against anything or anyone, a feat that raised my spirits for the first time that afternoon. Thus bolstered, I approached the gargoyle.
"I... um ... I don't recall ordering anything," I stated politely.
"Don't blame you, either," the gargoyle growled through his smile. "Beats me how anyone or anything can eat the slop they serve here."
"But-"
"That was just to get you away from those two," the gargoyle shrugged. "You see, I'm shy."
"Shy about what?"
"About asking you for a job, of course!"
I decided I would definitely have to keep my voice down in the future. My quiet conversation with Brockhurst seemed to have attracted the attention of half the Bazaar.
"Look...urn..."
"Gus!" the gargoyle supplied.
"Yes, well, ah, Gus, I'm really not hiring-"
"I know. Your partner is," Gus interrupted. "But you're here and he isn't, so I figured I'd make our pitch to you before the second team roster is completely filled."
"Oh!" I said, not knowing what else to say.
"The way I see it," the gargoyle continued, "we could do you a lot of good. You're a Klahd, aren't you?"
"I'm from Klah," I acknowledged stiffly.
"Well, if my memory serves me correctly, warfare in that dimension isn't too far advanced technologically."
"We have crossbows and catapults," I informed him. "At least the other side does."
"That's what I said," Gus agreed. "Primitive. To stop that force, all you need is air support and a little firepower. We can supply both, and we'll work cheap, both of us for one gold piece."
Now I was sure I had underestimated the market value of gold pieces. Still, the price was tempting.
"I dunno, Gus," I said cagily. "Ajax there is supposed to be a pretty good Archer."
"Archers," the gargoyle snorted. "I'm talking about real firepower. The kind my partner can give you."
"Who is your partner?" I asked. "He isn't short and blue by any chance, is he?"
"Naw," Gus replied, pointing to the far corner. "That's the Gremlin. He came in with the Archer."
"A Gremlin?" I said, following his finger.
Sure enough, perched on a chair in the corner was a small, elfish character. Mischievous eyes danced in his soft blue face as he nodded to me in silent recognition. Reflexively, I smiled and nodded back. Apparently I owed Ajax an apology.
"I thought Gremlins didn't exist," I commented casually to Gus.
"A lot of folks think that," the gargoyle agreed. "But you can see for yourself, they're real."
I wasn't sure. In the split second I had taken my eyes off the Gremlin to speak with Gus, he had vanished without a trace. I was tempted to go looking for him, but Gus was talking again.
"Just a second and I'll introduce you to my partner," he was saying. "He's here somewhere."
As he spoke, the gargoyle began rummaging about his own body, feeling his armpits and peering into the wrinkles on his skin.
I watched curiously, until my attention was arrested by a small lizard that had crawled out of one of the gargoyle's wing folds and was now regarding me fixedly from Gus's right shoulder. It was only about three inches long, but glowed with a brilliant orange hue. There were blotchy red patterns which seemed to crawl about the lizard's skin with a life of their own. The overall effect was startlingly beautiful.
"Is that your lizard?" I asked.
"There he is!" Gus crowed triumphantly, snatching the reptile from his shoulder and cupping it in his hands. "Meet Berfert. He's the partner I was telling you about."
"Hello, Berfert," I smiled, extending a finger to stroke him.
The gargoyle reacted violently, jerking the lizard back out of my reach.
"Careful, there," he warned. "That's a good way to lose a finger."
"I wasn't going to hurt him," I explained.
"No, he was about to hurt you!" Gus countered. "Berfert's a salamander, a walking firebomb. We get along because I'm one of the few beings around that won't burn to a crisp when I touch him."
"Oh," I said with sudden understanding. "So when you said ‘firepower'-"
"I meant firepower," Gus finished. "Berfert cleans ‘em out on the ground, and I work ‘em over from the air. Well, what do you say? Have we got a deal?"
"I'll... um ... have to talk it over with my partner," I countered.
"Fine," Gus beamed. "I'll start packing."
He was gone before I could stop him.
I sagged against the counter, wishing fervently for Aahz's return. As if in answer to my thoughts, my mentor burst through the door, following closely by Tanda.
My greeting died in my throat when I saw his scowl. Aahz was not in a good mood.
"I thought I told you to wait outside," he bellowed at me.
"Calm down, Aahz," Tanda soothed. "I thought he'd be more comfortable waiting in here. Besides, there's no reason to get upset. We're here and he's here. Nothing has gone wrong."
"You haven't been dealing with any Deveels?" Aahz asked suspiciously.
"I haven't even talked with any," I protested.
"Good!" he retorted, slightly mollified. "There's hope for you yet, kid."
"I told you he could stay out of trouble," Tanda smiled triumphantly. "Isn't that right, handsome?"
Try as I might, I couldn't bring myself to answer her.
Chapter Fifteen:
"Fit worry about it tomorrow."
-S. O'HARA
"UM... are the mercenaries waiting outside?" I asked finally.
"You didn't answer her question, kid," Aahz observed, peering at me with renewed suspicion.
"Don't strain your neck looking for your troops, handsome," Tanda advised me. "There weren't any. It seems our mighty negotiator has met his match."
"Those bandits!" Aahz exploded. "Do you have any idea what it would cost us if I had agreed to pay their bar bill as part of the contract? If that's a nonprofit group, I want to audit their books."
My hopes for salvation sank like a rock.
"You didn't hire them?" I asked.
"No, I didn't," Aahz scowled. "And that moves us back to square one. Now we've got to recruit a force one at a time."
"Did you try-" I began.
"Look, kid," Aahz interrupted with a snarl, "I did the best I could, and I got nowhere. I'd like to see you do better."
"He already has!" Brockhurst announced, rising from his seat. "While you were wasting time, Skeeve here has hired himself a fighting team."
"He what?" Aahz bellowed, turning on his critic. "Brockhurst! What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for orders in our upcoming campaign," the Imp replied innocently.
"What campaign?" Aahz glowered.
"The one on Klah, of course," Brockhurst blinked. "Haven't you told him yet, boss?"
"Boss?" Aahz roared. "Boss?"
"No need ta shout," Ajax grumbled, turning to face the assemblage. "We hear ya plain enough."
"Ajax!" Tanda exclaimed gleefully.
"Tanda!" the old man yelped back.
She was at him in a bound, but he smoothly interposed his bow between them.