Aahz frowned. "Let me run this by you slowly," he sighed. "You've been here before, and I haven't. Now, even your limited brain should realize that that makes you the logical guide. Got it?"
"But I haven't been here before," I protested. "Not here! When Tanda and I arrived, we were in a park in Ta-hoe!"
At the moment, Aahz and I were standing beside a dirt road, surrounded by gently rolling meadows and a scattering of very strange trees. There wasn't even an outhouse in sight, much less the booming metropolis I had visited.
"Don't tell me, let me guess," Aahz whispered, shutting his eyes as if in pain. "Tanda handled your transport on the way in the first time. Right?"
"That's right," I nodded. "You made me promise to keep the D-Hopper set for Klah, and...."
"I know, I know," my mentor waved impatiently. "I must say, though, you pick the damnedest times to be obedient. Okay! So the D-Hopper's set for a different drop zone than the one Tanda uses. We'll just have to dig up a native guide to get us oriented."
"Terrific!" I grimaced. "And where are we supposed to find a native guide?"
"How about right over there?" Aahz smirked, pointing.
I followed the line of his extended talon. Sure enough, not a stone's throw away was a small pond huddled in the shade of a medium sized tree. Seated, leaning against the tree, was a young native. The only thing that puzzled me was that he was holding one end of a short stick, and there was a string which ran from the stick's other end to the pond.
"What's he doing?" I asked suspiciously.
"From here, I'd say he's fishing," Aahz proclaimed.
"Fishing? Like that?" I frowned. "Why doesn't he just... "
"I'll explain later," my mentor interrupted. "Right now we're trying to get directions to Ta-hoe. Remember?"
"That's right!" I nodded. "Let's go."
I started forward, only to be stopped short by Aahz's heavy hand on my shoulder.
"Kid," he sighed, "aren't you forgetting something?"
"What? "I blinked.
"Our disguises, dummy," he snarled. "Your lazy old teacher would like to be able to ask our questions without chasing him all around the landscape for the answers."
"Oh .'Right, Aahz."
Embarrassed by the oversight, I hastily did my disguise bit, and together we approached the dozing native.
"Excuse me, sir," I began, clearing my throat, "can you tell us the way to Ta-hoe?"
"What are you doing out here?" the youth demanded, without opening his eyes. "Don't you know the land between Veygus and Ta-hoe is a no-man's-land until the war's over?"
"What did he say?" Aahz scowled.
"What was that?" the youth asked, his eyes snapping open.
For a change, my mind grasped the situation instantly. I was still wearing my translator pendant from my travels with Tananda, but Aahz didn't have one. That meant that while I could understand and be understood by both Aahz and the native, neither of them could decipher what the other was saying. Our disguise was in danger of being discovered by the first native we'd met on our rescue mission. Terrific.
"Umm. Excuse me a moment, sir," I stammered at the youth.
Thinking fast, I removed the pendant from around my neck and looped it over my arm. Aahz understood at once, and thrust his hand through the pendant, grasping my forearm with an iron grip. Thus, we were both able to utilize the power of the pendant.
Unfortunately, the native noticed this by-play. His eyes, which had opened at the sound of Aahz's voice, now widened to the point of popping out as he looked from one of us to the other.
"Fraternity initiation," Aahz explained conspiratorially, winking at him.
"A what? "I blinked.
"Later, kid," my mentor mumbled tensely. "Get the conversation going again."
"Right. Ummm ... what was that you were saying about a war?"
"I was saying you shouldn't be here," the youth replied, regaining some of his bluster, but still eyeing the pendant suspiciously. "Both sides have declared this area off-limits to civilians until after the war's over."
"When did this war start?" I asked.
"Oh, it won't actually start for a week or so," the native shrugged. "We haven't had a war for over five hundred years and everyone's out of practice. It'll take them a while to get ready-but you still shouldn't be here."
"Well, what are you doing here?" Aahz challenged. "You don't look like a soldier to me."
"My dad's an officer," the youth yawned. "If a Ta-hoer patrol finds me out here, I'll just tell ‘em who my father is and they'll keep their mouths shut."
"What if a patrol from Veygus finds you?" I asked curiously.
"The Veygans?" he laughed incredulously. "They're even more unprepared than Ta-hoe is. They haven't even got their uniforms designed yet, much less organized enough to send out patrols."
"Well, we appreciate the information," Aahz announced. "Now if you'll just point out the way to Ta-hoe, we'll get ourselves off your battlefield."
"The way to Ta-hoe?" the youth frowned. "You don't know the way to Ta-hoe? That's strange."
"What's strange?" my mentor challenged. "So we're new around here. So what?"
The youth eyed him passively.
"It's strange," he observed calmly, "because that road only runs between Veygus and Ta-hoe. Perhaps you can explain how it is that you're traveling a road without knowing either where you're going or where you're coming from?"
There was a moment of awkward silence, then I withdrew my arm from the translator pendant.
"Well, Aahz," I sighed, "how do we talk our way out of this one?"
"Put your arm back in the pendant," Aahz hissed. "He's getting suspicious."
"He's already suspicious," I pointed out. "The question is what do we do now?"
"Nothing to it," my mentor winked. "Just watch how I handle this."
In spite of my worries, I found myself smiling in eager anticipation. Nobody can spin a lie like Aahz once he gets rolling.
"The explanation is really quite simple," Aahz smiled, turning to the youth. "You see, we're magicians who just dropped in from another world. Having just arrived here, we are naturally disoriented."
"My, what a clever alibi," I commented dryly.
Aahz favored me with a dirty look.
"As I was saying," he continued, "we have come to offer our services to the glorious city of Ta-hoe for the upcoming war."
It occurred to me that that last statement was a little suspicious. I mean, we had clearly not known about the war at the beginning of this conversation.
Fortunately, the youth overlooked this minor detail.
"Magicians?" he smiled skeptically. "You don't look like magicians to me."
"Show him, kid," Aahz instructed.
"Show him?" I blinked.
"That's right," my mentor nodded. "Drop the disguises, one at a time."
With a shrug, I slipped my arm back into the translator pendant and let my disguise fall away.
"I am Skeeve," I announced, "and this"-I dropped Aahz's disguise-"is my friend and fellow magician, Aahz."
The effect on the youth couldn't have been greater if we had lit a fire under him. Dropping his pole, he sprang to his feet and began backing away until I was afraid he'd topple into the pond. His eyes were wide with fright, and his mouth kept opening and shutting, though no sounds came forth.
"That's enough, kid," Aahz winked. "He's convinced."
I hastily reassembled the disguises, but it did little to calm the youth.
"Not a bad illusion, eh, sport?" my mentor leered at him.
"I ... I ..." the youth stammered. Then he paused and set his lips. "Ta-hoe's that way."
"Thanks," I smiled. "We'll be on our way now."
"Not so fast, kid," Aahz waved. "What's your name, son?"
"Griffin ... sir," the youth replied uneasily.
"Well, Griffin," Aahz smiled, "how would you like to show us the way?"
"Why? "I asked bluntly.