Despite his reassurances, I got to work correcting my oversight. To redeem myself, I decided to show Aahz I had been practicing during my tour with Tananda. Closing my eyes, I concentrated on disguising Gus and Chumly at the same time.
"Not bad, kid," Aahz commented. "They're a little villainous looking, but acceptable."
"I thought it would help us avoid trouble if they looked a little mean," I explained modestly.
"Not bad?" Chumly snarled. "I look like a Klahd!"
"I think you look cute as a Klahd," Gus quipped.
"Cute? CUTE?" Chumly bristled. "Who ever heard of a cute troll? I say, Aahz, is this really necessary?"
"Unfortunately, yes," my mentor replied, his grin belying his expression of sympathy. "Remember, you aren't supposed to be a troll just now. Just a humble citizen of this lower than humble dimension."
"Why aren't you disguised?" the troll asked suspiciously, obviously unconvinced.
"I'm already known around here as the apprentice of the court magician," Aahz countered innocently. "Folks are used to seeing me like this."
"Well," Chumly grumbled, "there'll be bloody Hell to pay if anyone I know sees me looking like this."
"If anyone you know sees you like this, they won't recognize you," I pointed out cautiously.
The troll thought about that for a moment, then slowly nodded his head.
"I suppose you're right," he conceded at last. "Let's off to find this Big Julie, hmmm? The less time I spend looking like this, the better."
"Don't get your hopes too high," Aahz cautioned. "We're going to do our training in this dimension, so you might as well get used to being a Klahd for a while."
"Bloody Hell," was the only reply.
True to his plans for retirement. Big Julie was relaxing on the lawn of his cottage, drinking wine when we arrived. To the casual observer, he might seem nothing more than a spindly old man basking in the sun. Then again, the casual observer wouldn't have known him when he was commanding the mightiest army ever to grace our dimension. This was probably just as well. Julie was still hiding from a particularly nasty batch of loan sharks who were very curious as to why he and his men gave up soldiering... and hence their ability to pay back certain old gambling debts.
"Aye! Hello, boys!" he boomed, waving enthusiastically. "Long time no see, ya know? Pull up a chair and have some wine. What brings you out this way, eh?"
"A little bit of pleasure and a lot of business," Aahz explained, casually gathering to his bosom the only pitcher of wine in sight. "We've got a little favor to ask."
"If it's mine, it's yours," Julie announced. "What daya need?"
"Is there any more wine?" I asked hastily.
Long years of experience had taught me not to expect Aahz to share a pitcher of wine. One was barely enough for him.
"Sure. I got lots. Badaxe is inside now getting some."
"Badaxe?" Aahz frowned. "What's he doing here?"
"At the moment, wondering what you're doing here," came a booming voice.
We all turned to find the shaggy-mountain form of Possiltum's general framed in the doorway of the cottage, a pitcher of wine balanced in each hand. Hugh Badaxe always seemed to me to be more beast than man, though I'll admit his curly dark hair and beard when viewed in conjunction with his favorite animal skin cloak contributed greatly to the image. Of course, beasts didn't use tools, while Badaxe definitely did. A massive double-edged axe dangled constantly from his belt, at once his namesake and his favorite tool of diplomacy.
"We just dropped in to have a few words with Big Julie here," my mentor replied innocently.
"What about?" the general demanded. "I thought we agreed that all military matters would be brought to me before seeking Big Julie's advice. I am the Commander of Possiltum's army, you know."
"Now, Hugh," Julie soothed, "the boys just wanted to ask me for a little favor, that's all. If it involved the army, they would've come to you. Right, boys?"
Aahz and I nodded vigorously. Gus and Chumly looked blank. We had overlooked briefing them on General Badaxe and his jealousies regarding power.
"You see?" Julie continued. "Now, then, Aahz, what sort of favor can I do for you?"
"Nothing much," my mentor shrugged. "We were wondering if we could borrow your dragon for a little while."
"My dragon? What do you need my dragon for? You've already got a dragon."
"We need a big dragon," Aahz evaded.
"A big dragon?" Julie echoed, frowning. "It sounds like you boys are into something dangerous."
"Don't worry," I interjected confidently, "I'll be riding the dragon in the Game, so nothing ..."
"Game?" Badaxe roared. "I knew it. You're going into a war game without even consulting me."
"It's not a war game," I insisted.
"Yes, it is," Aahz corrected.
"It is?" I blinked.
"Think about it, kid," my mentor urged. "Any spectator sport with teams is a form of war gaming."
"Then why wasn't I informed?" Badaxe blustered. "As commander of Possiltum's armed forces, any war games to be held fall under my jurisdiction."
"General," Aahz sighed, "the game isn't going to be played in this kingdom."
"Any military... oh!" Badaxe paused, confused by this turn of events. "Well, if it involves any members of my army ..."
"It doesn't," my mentor interrupted. "This exercise only involves a five-man team, and we've filled it without drawing on the army's resources."
A bell went off in my mind. I ran a quick check, which only confirmed my fears.
"Um...Aahz..." I began.
"Not now, kid," he growled, "You see, general, all your paranoid fears were ..."
"Aahz!" I insisted.
"What is it?" my mentor snarled, turning on me.
"We haven't got five players, only four."
Chapter Twenty-One:
"We've got an unbeatable team!"
-SAURON
"FOUR?" Aahz echoed blankly.
"I count real good up to five," I informed him loftily, "and you, me, Gus and Chumly only make four. See? One, two, three..."
"All right! I get the message," my mentor interrupted, scowling at our two comrades. "Say Gus! I don't suppose Berfert's along, is he?"
"C'mon, Aahz," I chided, "we can't claim a salamander as a team member."
"Shut up, kid. How ‘bout it, Gus?"
"Not this time," the gargoyle shrugged. "He ran into a lady friend of his, and they decided to take a vacation together."
"A lady friend?" Aahz asked, arching an eyebrow.
"That's right," Gus nodded. "You might say she's an old flame."
"An old flame," the troll grinned. "I say, that's rather good."
For a change, I got the joke, and joined Gus and Chumly in a hearty round of laughter, while Badaxe and Julie looked puzzled.
Aahz rolled his eyes in exasperation. "That's all I need," he groaned. "One member short, and the ones I've got are half-wits. When you're all quite through, I'm open to suggestions as to where we're going to find a fifth team member."
"I'll fill the position," Badaxe said calmly.
"You?" I gulped, my laughter forgotten.
"Of course," the general nodded. "It's my duty."
"Maybe I didn't make myself clear," Aahz interjected. "Possiltum isn't involved in this at all."