The crowd was on its feet, screaming incoherently. If they didn't like that, they didn't really get upset over our next move.
"Everybody, mount up!" I shouted.
On cue, Tananda jumped on Chumly's back and Badaxe did the same with Gus. I levitated half the ball to each twosome, then did a fast disguise spell.
What our opponents saw now was three images of me astride three images of Gleep. Each image of me had half a ball proudly in its possession.
The more mathematically oriented of you might realize that that adds up to three halves. Very good. Fortunately for us, Jahks aren't big on math. The question remains, however, where did the third half come from?
You don't think I was standing by idly while all this was going on, do you? While my teammates were mounting up, I took advantage of the confusion to do one more levitation/disguise job. As a result, the Trophy was now resting in front of me on Gleep's back disguised as half a ball. It was the same stunt I had pulled in Veygus, but this time I draped my shirt over it.
"Chumly!" I called. "Start your spell!"
"Done!" he waved back.
"We meet back in Klah!" I shouted.
"Now go for it!"
My teammates started up opposite sidelines, heading for both our opponents' goals simultaneously. I waited a few beats for them to draw off the tacklers, then started for my objective. Gleep and I were going for Aahz.
With all due modesty, my plan worked brilliantly. The appearance of Deveels throughout the crowd sent the Jahks into a state of panic. The crossbowmen were too busy trying to get a shot of these new invaders to pay any attention to me, but they were poorly aimed. For some reason the beings shooting at me seemed a bit rattled.
I caught sight of Quigley, standing on his seat and waving his arms. Catchy phrases like "Be gone foul spirits!" and "I vanquish thee!" were issuing from his lips as he did his routine.
This didn't surprise me. Not that I felt Quigley was particularly quick thinking in a crisis. It had to do with the messages I had sent to both him and Massha before the play started.
The messages were simple:
STAND BY TO REPEL AN INVASION OF DEMONS!
P.S. GO THROUGH THE MOTIONS. I'LL
TAKE CARE OF THE DEMONS.
......... . SKEEVE
I caught his eye and winked at him. In return, one of his "demon dispelling" waves got a little limp wristed as he nodded slightly, bidding me adieu. In the middle of saving his employers from an invasion of demons, who could blame him if a few departed who were supposed to stay put.
Aahz's unconscious body came wafting toward us in response to my mental summons. Gleep stretched out his long neck and caught my mentor's tunic in his mouth as he floated by.
It wasn't quite the way I planned it but I was in no position to be choosy. Tightening my legs around Gleep's middle, I hit the button on the D-Hopper, and...
The walls of my room were a welcome change from the hostile stadium.
"We did it!" I exclaimed, then was startled by the volume of my voice. After the din of the stadium, my room seemed incredibly quiet.
"Kid," came a familiar voice, "would you tell your stupid dragon to put me down before I die from his breath?"
"Gleep?" my pet asked, dropping my mentor in an undignified heap.
"Aahz?" I blinked. "I thought you were..."
"Out cold? Not hardly. Can you think of a better way to get Tanda out on the field? For a while there I was afraid you wouldn't figure it out and call for a replacement."
"You mean you were faking all along?" I demanded. "I was scared to death! You could have warned me, you know."
"Like you warned me about your vanishing act?" he shot back. "And what happened to my orders to head for home once Tanda was in the clear?"
"Your orders?" I stammered. "Well..."
There was a soft BAMF and Gus and Badaxe were in the room. Gus was holding the general cradled in his arms like a babe, but they both seemed in good spirits.
"Beautiful!" Hugh chortled, hugging the gargoyle around the neck. "If you ever need a back-up man..."
"If you ever need a partner." Gus corrected, hugging him back. "You and I could..."
BAMF!
Chumly and Tananda appeared sprawling on the bed. Both her nostrils were bleeding, but she was laughing uproariously. Chumly was panting for breath and wiping tears of hilarity from his big moon eyes.
"I say," he gasped. "That was a spot of fun. We haven't double-teamed anyone like that since the last family reunion, when Auntie Tizzie got Tiddley and... "
"What happened?" I bellowed.
"We won!" Gus cheered. "One and a half to one and a half to one! They never knew what hit ‘em."
"It's one for the record book," Tananda agreed, dabbing at her nose.
"For the record book?" Gus challenged. "This game'll fill a book by itself."
"Aahz, old bean," Chumly called. "Do you have any wine about? The assemblage seems up for a celebration."
"I know where it is," Badaxe waved, starting for the barrels we had secreted under the work table.
"Hold it!" Aahz roared. "Halt, stop, desist, and TIMEOUT!!"
"I think he wants our attention," Tananda told the group.
"If you're all quite through," my mentor continued, shooting her a black look. "I have one question."
"What's that?" Tananda asked in her little girl voice.
"Quit bleeding on the bed," Aahz scowled. "It lacks class. What I want to know is, did any of you superstars think to pick up the Trophy? That was the objective of this whole fiasco, you know."
The team gestured grandly at me. With a grin, I let the disguise drop away from the Trophy.
"Ta-da!" I warbled. "Happy birthday, Aahz."
"Happy birthday!!" the team echoed.
Aahz looked at their grins, then at the Trophy, then at their grins again.
"All right," he sighed. "Break out the wine."
The roar of approval for this speech rivaled anything that had come from the stands that afternoon as the team descended on the wine barrels like a swarm of hungry humming mice.
"Well, Aahz," I grinned, levitating the Trophy to the floor and sliding from Gleep's back. "I guess that just about winds it up."
I was starting for the wine barrels when a heavy hand fell on my shoulder.
"There are a few loose ends to be tied up," my mentor drawled.
"Like what?" I asked fearfully.
"Like the invitation you gave Massha to drop by for a visit."
"Invitation?" I echoed in a small voice.
"Badaxe told me about it," Aahz grimaced. "Then there's a little matter of a quick trip to Deva."
"To Deva?" I blinked. "What for? I mean, swell, but..."
"I've got to pick up our winnings," my mentor informed me. "I took the time to place a few small bets on the game while we were there. Profits don't just happen, you know."
"When do we start?" I asked eagerly.
"We don't." Aahz said firmly. "This time I'm going alone. There's something about you and the Bazaar that just don't mix well."
"But Aahz..."
"And besides," he continued, grinning broadly, "there's one more loose end from this venture that will be occupying your time. One which only you can handle."
"Really?" I said proudly. "What's that?"
"Well," my mentor said, heading for the wine, "you can start thinking about how we're going to get that stupid dragon out of our room. He's too big to fit through the door or window."
"Gleep!" said my pet, licking my face.