"No. You were getting involved," she pointed out. "We're here to get a birthday present, not to get embroiled in local politics."
"I wasn't getting involved," I protested. "I was just trying to get a little information."
Tananda sighed heavily.
"Look, Skeeve," she said, "take some advice from an old dimension traveler. Too much information is poison. Every dimension has its problems, and if you start learning the gruesome details, it occurs to you how simple it would be to help out. Once you see a problem and a solution, you feel almost obligated to meddle. That always leads to trouble, and we're supposed to be avoiding trouble this trip, remember?"
I almost pointed out the irony of her advising me to avoid trouble while en route to engineer a theft. Then it occurred to me that if the theft didn't bother her, but local politics did, I might be wise to heed her advice. As I've said, I'm slow, but not dumb.
As predicted, the Trophy Building was crowded despite the early hour. As we approached, I marveled anew at the physique of the natives-or specifically, the lack thereof.
Tananda did not seem to share my fascination with the natives, and threaded her way nimbly through the throng, leaving me to follow behind. There was no organized line, and by the time we got through one of the numerous doors, the throng was thick enough to impede our progress. Tananda continued making her way closer to the Trophy, but I stopped just inside the door. My advantage of height gave me a clear view of the Trophy from where I was.
If anything, it was uglier seen plainly than it had been viewed from a distance.
"Isn't it magnificent?" the woman standing next to me sighed.
It took me a moment to realize she was speaking to me. My disguise made me look shorter, and she was talking to my chest.
"I've never seen anything like it," I agreed lamely.
"Of course not," she frowned. "It's the last work done by the great sculptor Watgit before he went mad."
It occurred to me that the statue might have been done after he went mad. Then it occurred to me that it might have driven him mad-especially if he had been working from a live model. I became so lost in the horrible thought that I started nervously when Tananda reappeared at my side and touched my arm.
"Let's go, handsome," she murmured. "I've seen enough."
The brevity of her inspection gave me hope.
"There's no hope, eh?" I sighed dramatically. "Gee, that's tough. I had really been looking forward to testing my skills."
"That's good," she purred, taking my arm. "Because I think I see a way we can pull this caper off."
I wasn't sure what a caper was, but I was certain that once I found out I wouldn't like it. I was right.
Chapter Six:
"Now you see it, now you don't."
-H. SHADOWSPAWN
"ARE you positive there-was no lock on the door?" I asked for the twenty-third time.
"Keep it down," Tananda hissed, laying a soft hand on my lips, though none too gently. "Do you want to wake everybody?"
She had a point. We were crouched in an alley across from the Trophy Building, and as the whole idea of our waiting was to be sure everyone was asleep, it was counterproductive to make so much noise we kept them awake. Still, I had questions I wanted answered.
"You're sure? " I asked again in a whisper. "Yes, I'm sure," Tananda sighed. "You could have seen for yourself if you had looked." "I was busy looking at the statue," I admitted. "Uh-huh," my partner snorted. "Remember what I said about getting over-involved with the target? You were supposed to be checking security, not playing art connoisseur."
"Well, I don't like it," I declared suspiciously, eager to get the conversation off my shortcomings. "It's too easy. I can't believe they'd leave something they prize as highly as that Trophy in an unlocked, unguarded building."
"There are a couple things you've overlooked," Tanda chided. "First of all, that statue's one of a kind. That means any thief who stole it would have some real problems trying to sell it again. If he even showed it to anyone here in Ta-hoe, they'd probably rip his arms off."
"He could hold it for ransom," I pointed out.
"Hey, that's pretty good," my guide exclaimed softly, nudging me in the ribs. "We'll make a thief of you yet! However, that brings us to the second thing you overlooked."
"Which is?"
"It's not unguarded," she smiled.
"But you said-" I began.
"Sshh!" she cautioned. "I said there would be no guards in the building with the Trophy."
I closed my eyes and regained control of my nerves, particularly those influenced by blind panic.
"Tanda," I said gently. "Don't you think it's about time you shared some of the details of your master plan with me?"
"Sure, handsome," she responded, slipping an arm around my waist. "I didn't think you were interested."
I resisted an impulse to throttle her.
"Just tell me," I urged. "First off, what is the security on the Trophy."
"Well," she said, tapping her chin with one finger, "as I said, there are no guards in the building. There is, however, a silent alarm that will summon guards. It's triggered by the nightingale floor."
"The what?" I interrupted.
"The nightingale floor," she repeated. "It's a fairly common trick throughout the dimensions. The wooden floor around the Trophy is riddled with deliberately loosened boards that creak when you step on them. In this case, they not only creak, they trip an alarm."
"Wonderful!" I grimaced. "So we can't set foot in the room we're supposed to steal something out of. Anything else?"
I was speaking sarcastically, but Tananda took me seriously.
"Just the magikal wards around the statue itself," she shrugged.
"Magikal wards?" I gulped. "You mean there's magik in this dimension?"
"Of course there is," Tananda smiled. "You're here."
"I didn't set any wards," I exclaimed. "That wasn't what I meant," Tanda chided. "Look, you tapped into the magikal force lines to disguise us. That means there's magik here for anyone trained to use it-not just us, anyone. Even if none of the locals are adept, there's nothing stopping someone from another dimension from dropping in and using what's here."
"Okay, okay," I sighed. "I guess I wasn't thinking. I guess the next question is, how are we supposed to beat the funny floor and the wards?"
"Easy," she grinned. "The wards are sloppy. Someone set up a fence instead of a dome when they cast the wards. All you have to do is levitate the Trophy over the wards and float it across the floor into our waiting arms. We never even have to set foot in the room."
"Whoa!" I cautioned, holding up a hand. "There's one problem with that. I can't do it."
"You can't?" she blinked. "I thought levitation was one of your strongest spells."
"It is," I conceded. "But that statue's heavy. I couldn't levitate it from a distance. It has something to do with what Aahz calls leverage. I'd have to be close, practically standing on top of it."
"Okay," she said at last. "We'll just have to switch to Plan B."
"You have a Plan B?" I asked, genuinely impressed.
"Sure," she grinned. "I just made it up. You can fly us both across the floor and over the wards. Then we latch onto the Trophy and fly back to Klah from inside the wards."
"I don't know," I frowned.
"Now what's wrong?" my guide scowled.
"Well, flying's a form of levitation," I explained. "I've never tried flying myself and someone else, and even if I can do it, we'll be pushing down on the floor as hard as if we were walking on it. It might set the alarm off."