"But its magician and his apprentice are," Badaxe added pointedly. "You're both citizens of Possiltum, and rather prominent citizens at that. Like it or not, my duty is to protect you with any means at my disposal-and in this case, that means me."
I hadn't thought of that. In a way, it was kind of nice. Still, I wasn't wild about the general putting himself in danger on our account.
"Ummm ... I appreciate your offer, general," I began carefully, "but the game's going to be played a long way from here." "If you can survive the journey, so can I," Badaxe countered firmly.
"But you don't understand!"
"Kid," Aahz interrupted in a thoughtful tone, "why don't you introduce him to his potential teammates?"
"What? Oh, I'm sorry. General Badaxe, this is Gus, and that's Chumly."
"No," my mentor smiled. "I mean introduce him." "Oh!" I said. "General, meet the rest of our team."
As I spoke, I dropped the disguise spell, revealing both gargoyle and troll in their true forms.
"Gus!" Big Julie roared. "I thought I recognized your voice."
"Hi, Julie!" the gargoyle waved. "How's retirement?"
"Pretty dull. Hey, help yourself to some wine!"
"Thanks."
Gus stepped forward and took the two pitchers of wine from the general's nerveless grip, passing one to Chumly. It occurred to me that I was the only one of the crew who wasn't getting a drink out of this.
The general was transfixed, his eyes darting from gargoyle to troll and back again. He had paled slightly, but to his credit he hadn't given ground an inch.
"Well, Badaxe," Aahz grinned, "still want to join the team?"
The general licked his lips nervously, then tore his eyes away from Gus and Chumly.
"Certainly," he announced. "I'd be proud to fight alongside such... worthy allies. That is, if they'll have me."
That dropped it in our laps.
"What do you think, Skeeve?" Aahz asked. "You're the boss."
Correction. That dropped it in my lap. Aahz had an annoying habit of yielding leadership just when things got sticky. I was beginning to suspect it wasn't always coincidence.
"Well, Lord Magician?" Badaxe rumbled. "Will you accept my services for this expedition?"
I was stuck. No one could deny Badaxe's value in a fight, but I had never warmed to him as a person. As a teammate ...
"Gleep!"
The warning wasn't soon enough! Before I could brace myself, I was hit from behind by a massive force and sent sprawling on my face. The slimy tongue worrying the back of my head and the accompanying blast of incredibly bad breath could only have one source.
"Gleep!" my pet announced proudly, pausing briefly in his efforts to reach my face.
"What's that stupid dragon doing here?" Aahz bellowed, unmoved by our emotional reunion.
"Ask Badaxe," Julie grinned. "He brought him."
"He did?" my mentor blinked, momentarily stunned out of his anger.
I was a bit surprised myself. Pushing Gleep away momentarily I scrambled to my feet and shot a questioning glance at the general.
For the first time since and including our original confrontation, Hugh Badaxe looked uncomfortable. The fierce warrior who wouldn't flinch before army, magician, or demon couldn't meet our eyes.
"He was... well, with you two gone he was just moping around," the general mumbled. "No one else would go near him and I thought....ell, that is ... it seemed logical that..."
"He brought him out to play with my dragon," Julie explained gleefully. "It seems the fierce general here has a weak spot for animals."
Badaxe's head came up with a snap. "The dragon served the Kingdom well in the last campaign," he announced hotly. "It's only fair that someone sees to his needs-as a veteran."
His bluster didn't fool anyone. There was no reason why he should feel responsible for my dragon. Even if he did, it would have been easy for him to order some of his soldiers to see to my pet rather than attending to it personally as he had done. The truth of the matter was that he liked Gleep.
As if to confirm our suspicions, my pet began to frolic around him, waggling head and tail in movements I knew were reserved for playmates. The general stoically ignored him... which is not that easy to do.
"Um... general?" I said carefully.
"Yes?"
I was fixed by a frosty gaze, daring me to comment on the dragon's behavior.
"About our earlier conversation," I clarified hastily. "I'm sure I speak for the rest of the team when I say we're both pleased and honored to have you on our side for the upcoming war game."
"Thank you. Lord Magician," he bowed stiffly. "I trust you will find your confidence in me is not misplaced."
"Now that that's settled," Aahz chortled, rubbing his hands together. "Where's the big dragon? We've got some practicing to do."
"He's asleep," Julie shrugged.
"Asleep? "Aahz echoed.
"That's right. He got into the barn, ate up over half the livestock in the place. Now he's sleepin' like a rock, you know? Probably won't wake up for a couple of months at best."
"A couple of months!" my mentor groaned. "Now what are we going to do? The kid's got to have something to ride in the game!"
"Gleep!" my pet said, rolling on the ground at my feet.
Aahz glared at me.
"He said it, I didn't," I declared innocently.
"Don't think we've got much choice, Aahz," Gus pointed out.
"If you aren't used to them, any dragon would seem rather frightening," Chumly supplied.
"All right! All right!" Aahz grimaced, throwing up his hands in surrender. "If you're all willing to risk it, I'll go along. As long as he doesn't drive me nuts by always saying ..."
"Gleep?" my pet asked, swiveling his head around to see what Aahz was shouting about.
"Then we're ready to start practicing?" I asked hastily.
"As ready as we'll ever be, I guess," Aahz grumbled, glaring at the dragon.
"I know this isn't my fight," Big Julie put in, "but what kinda strategies have you boys worked up?"
"Haven't yet," my mentor admitted. "But we'll think of something."
"Maybe I can give you a hand. I used to be pretty good with small unit tactics. You know what I mean?"
The next few weeks were interesting. You notice I didn't say "instructive," just interesting. Aside from learning to work together as a team, there was little development among the individuals of our crew.
You could argue that with the beings we had on the team, there was little development to be done. That was their opinion. Nor was it easy to argue with them. With the exception of myself, their physical condition ranged from excellent to unbelievable. What was more, they were all seasoned veterans of countless battles and campaigns. From what we had seen of the Jahks, any one of our team was more than a match for five of our opponents-and together ...
Maybe that's what bothered me: the easy assurance on everyone's part that we could win in a walk. I know it bothered Big Julie.
"You boys are over-confident," he'd scold, shaking his head in exasperation. "There's more to fighting than strength. Know what I mean?"
"We've got more than strength," Aahz yawned. "There's speed, agility, stamina, and with Gus along, we've got air cover. Then again, Skeeve there has a few tricks up his sleeve as a magician."
"You forgot ‘experience,' " Julie countered. "These other guys, they've been playing this game for what? Five hundred years now? They might have a trick or two of their own."
With that stubborn argument, Julie would threaten, wheedle, and cajole us into practicing. Unfortunately, most of the practice centered around me.