"That's it?" Aahz exclaimed. "No edged weapons? That's it?"
"Both for the rules and my knowledge of the game," the Deveel confirmed. "Now, if we can settle accounts, I'll be on my way."
I wanted to cross-examine him, but Aahz caught my eye and shook his head.
"Would you settle for a good tip?" he asked.
"Only if it was a really good tip," the Geek responded dourly.
"Have you heard about the new game on Jahk? The three-way brawl that's coming up?"
"Of course," the Deveel shrugged.
"You have?" I blinked. I mean we had only just set it up!
"I have a professional stake in keeping up on these things."
"Uh-huh!" my mentor commented judiciously. "How are the odds running?"
"Even up for Ta-hoe and Veygus. This new team is throwing everyone for a loop, though. Since no one can get a line on them, they're heavy underdogs."
"If we could give you an inside track on this dark horse team," Aahz said, looking at the ceiling, "would that square our account?"
"You know about the Demons?" the Geek asked eagerly. "If you do, it's a deal. With inside info, I could be the only one at the Bazaar with the data to fix the real odds."
"Done!" my mentor declared. "We're the Demons."
That got him. The Geek sagged back in his chair for a moment, open mouthed. Then he cocked his head at us.
"You mean, you're financing the team?"
"We are the team ... or part of it. We're still putting it together."
The Deveel started to say something, then changed his mind. Rising silently, he headed for the door, hesitated with one hand on the knob, then left without saying a word.
Somehow, I found his reaction ominous.
"How ‘bout that, kid," Aahz chortled. "I got the information without paying a cent!"
"I don't like the way he looked," I announced, still staring at the door.
"C'mon. Admit it! I just got us a pretty good deal."
"Aahz?" I said slowly. "What is it you always told me about dealing with Deveels?"
"Hmmm? Oh, you mean, ‘If you think you've made a good deal with a Deveel...!'"
He broke off, his jubilance fading.
" ‘First count your fingers, then your limbs, then your relatives!' " I finished for him. "Are you sure you got a good deal?"
Our eyes met, and neither of us were smiling.
Chapter Twenty:
"What are friends for?"
-R. M. NIXON
WE were still pondering our predicament, when Chumly interrupted our thoughts.
"You blokes do seem to be having a bit of difficulty," he said, draping an arm around both of our shoulders. "But if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could you enlighten me as to what all this has to do with Tanda?"
Normally, this would sound like a casual request. When one pauses to consider, however, that the casual request was coming from a troll half again as tall as we were, and capable of mashing our heads like normal folks squash grapes, the request takes on a high priority no matter how politely it's phrased.
"Well, you know this game we're talking about?" Aahz began uneasily.
"Tanda's the prize," I finished lamely.
Chumly was silent. Then his grip on my shoulder tightened slightly.
"Forgive me," he smiled. "For a moment there I thought you said my little sister is the prize in some primitive, spectator brawl."
"Actually," Aahz explained hastily, trying to edge away, "the kid, here, was there when she was captured."
"But it was Aahz that got her involved in the game," I countered, edging in the other direction.
"You chaps got her into this?" the troll asked softly, his grip holding us firmly in place. "I thought you were trying to rescue her."
"Whoa! Everybody calm down!" Gus ordered, stepping into the impending brawl. "Nobody wrecks this place but me. Chumly, let's all sit down and hear this from the top."
I was pretty calm myself ... at least, I wasn't about to start a fight. Still, Gus's suggestion was a welcome change in direction from the one the conversation was headed in.
This time, I needed no prompting to let Aahz do the talking. While he gets trapped in oversights from time to time, if given free rein, he can and has talked us out of some seemingly impossible situations. This was no exception. Though he surprised me by sticking to the truth, by the time he was done, Chumly's frozen features had softened to a thoughtful stare.
"I must say," the troll commented finally, "it seems little sister has done it to herself this time. You seem to have tried everything you could to effect her release."
"We could give the Trophy back," I suggested.
Aahz kicked me under the table.
"Out of the question," Chumly snorted. "It's Aahz's gift fair and square. If Tanda got herself in trouble acquiring it, that's bloody well her problem. You can't expect Aahz to feel responsible."
"Yes, I can," I corrected.
"No," the troll declared. "The only acceptable solution is to trounce these blighters soundly at their own game. I trust you'll allow me to fill a position on your team?"
"I'd had my hopes," my mentor grinned.
"Count me in, too," Gus announced, flexing his stone wings. "Can't let you all go into a brawl like this without my steadying influence."
"See, kid?" Aahz grinned. "Things are looking up already."
"Say, Aahz," I said carefully. "It occurs to me... you know that Rider position? Well, it seems to me we'd have a big psychological advantage if our Rider was sitting on top of a dragon."
"You're right."
"Aw, c'mon, Aahz! Just because Gleep's a bit... Did you say ‘you're right'?"
"Right. Affirmative. Correct," my mentor nodded. "Sometimes you come up with some pretty good ideas."
"Gee, Aahz..."
"But not that stupid little dragon of yours," he insisted. "We're going to use that monster we got with Big Julie's army."
"But, Aahz. .."
"But, Aahz nothing! C'mon, Gus! Close up shop here. We're heading for Klah to pick up a dragon!"
Now, Klah is my home dimension, and no matter what my fellow dimension travelers say, I think it's a pretty nice one to live in. Still, after spending extensive time in some other dimensions, however pleasantly familiar the sights of Klah seem, they do look a little drab.
Aahz had surprised me by bringing us well north of Possiltum, instead of at our own quarters in the royal palace. I inquired about this, and for a change my mentor gave me a straight answer.
"It's all in how you set the D-Hopper," he explained. "You've got eight dials to play with, and they let you control both which dimension you're going to as well as where you are when you arrive."
"Does that mean we could use it to go from one place to another in the same dimension?" I asked.
"Hmmm," Aahz frowned. "I really don't know. It never occurred to me to try. We'll have to check into it sometime."
"Well then, why did you pick this arrival point?"
"That's easy," my mentor grinned, gesturing at our colleagues. "I wasn't sure what our reception at the palace would be like if we arrived with a troll and a gargoyle."
He had me there. At the Bazaar disguises had been unnecessary, and I had gotten so used to seeing strange beings around me it had completely slipped my mind that our group would be a strange sight to the average Klahd.
"Sorry, Aahz," I flushed. "I forgot."
"Don't worry about it," my mentor waved. "If it had been important I would have said something to you before we left the Bazaar. I just wanted to shake you up a little to remind you to pay attention to details. The real reason we're here instead of at the palace is, we want to see Big Julie, and I'm too lazy to walk the distance if we could cover it with the D-Hopper."