"Just a little while ago I was out at Land's End. I saw someone with silver hair in the crowd near me, so I decided to get out of there. He followed me long enough to throw a knife, only he didn't take this vest into account."
"Can we do anything to help, Cholly?" Omat asked.
"Run me around to White Foal Bridge by water. That should get him off me for a while."
"I could use a bit of fresh air. Coming with us, Monkel?"
The little fellow nodded.
The dying sun was streaking the western sky with its blood when Cholly parted the thirty-one cords with their thirty-one knots.
"You're early today," Ahdio commented. "Anything wrong? You look upset."
"You might say that. I need a brew-the good stuff. Say, what happened to Cleya? I see the pretty one is back. Jodeera? Isn't that her name?"
Ahdio looked down into the other man's eyes-not too far down, for he was only an inch or so taller-and paled slightly.
"What did you say? That's Cleya right there."
"Quit kidding. I'm looking right at her."
Ahdio stood silent for a moment then said, "Would you mind stepping into the back with me a moment where we can talk?"
The two men walked back to the stockroom. Ahdio closed the door and turned to face Cholly. He looked worried.
"How did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That Cleya and Jodeera are the same."
"Oh, come on. Cleya is a sweet girl, but she is skinny and sort of homely, like a stray cat. Not that I don't like her, but she isn't even in the same league with that lovely creature."
"They are the same. I'm going to trust you because I like you. See, when Jodeera first came to work here there was trouble. Remember?"
The gluemaker nodded, paying close attention.
"It wasn't her fault she was so pretty, but it did make the boys rowdy, trying to outdo each other. I didn't want to send her away. I love her. What could I do? I had a spell put on her to hide her beauty from all eyes but mine. How'd you see through it?"
"Maybe this had something to do with it." He fished the gold medallion from inside his tunic.
"Take it off. I'll hold it. You go back and look. Tell me if you see Cleya or Jodeera."
He returned a moment later. "Cleya. It was the medallion."
"Where did you get it?"
Cholly told his story again. Ahdio stroked his chin glaring from his friend, to the medallion then at the door to the taproom. "You got trouble here," he said, returning the medallion. "Bad cess. Look, I have this old war buddy named Strick. He's a magician. Hold on, he's not like the ones you've seen. He's strictly a white mage ... literally can't use his powers for evil. Take my word, he's one of the good guys. Tell him I sent you."
"Where do I find him?"
"You mean to tell me you lost him again?!" Markmor screamed, his face almost as livid as his robes.
"I almost got him at Land's End. How was I to know the knife would bounce off his vest?" Marype cowered.
"Then what happened?"
"I followed him to the docks. It wasn't easy. He must know every twist and turn of every alley in town. He went into a place called the Winebarrel, and when he came out he was with two other men. One was a fishface, and the other had one arm. They got into a boat and rowed away. I had to be careful. People tend to notice when you appear and disappear in public. Besides, as long as he has the amulet not even you can trace him by magic."
"You insolent pup, you brainless piece of dung, do you dare to question my powers?" the would-be greatest magician in Sanctuary roared.
Marype cringed even more. "I don't doubt your power, Master, but did not you yourself tell me that the gods themselves have no power over the one who wields the talisman?"
"Precisely, imbecile. That is how we shall find him."
"I don't understand."
"I didn't think you would- By Argash, if I want something done right, I'd best do it myself. Pay attention and you may learn something. First we cast the Net of All-Seeing over the city in the name of Father Us."
"What good will that do, Master? We still can't see him."
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with you. Tell me, do you ever use your head for something besides growing hair? Think! With this spell we can see the entire city at once except for one blind spot. Wherever that blind spot is, there we shall find the ine who has the medallion."
He was bigger than Ahdio, but only slightly so. He moved like a swordsman, keeping his weight evenly distributed and his gaze unfixed, looking at nothing yet seeing everything. It seemed odd that he wore no weapon, not even a dagger. He was dressed all in blue from boots to skull cap.
"My niece says that you would not tell her your problem. You would tell her only that Ahdio sent you. You confuse me. I see a spell about you that is not a spell, something that is not magic yet very powerful. Is this the problem you wish to consult me about?"
Cholly removed the chain from his neck and handed the medallion to Strick.
"I am a simple gluemaker- Each morning my apprentice and I take a wagon through town to pick up the bodies left from the night before. I make glue from them. It's all legal; I have a charter giving me the right to pick them up and dispose of them for the city. This medallion was on one of the ones we took in this morning. Since then I have had two attempts on my life, I have been followed every step I take, and I have discovered that when 1 wear it I can see through a magic spell. What I want to know is: just what is it, really?"
Strick handed back the medallion. "Do you know of the goddess Theba? According to legend she declared that nothing, not even gods, should be immortal. Gods, you see, live on many planes at once. If they die they still live on all the other planes. That's what happened to Vashanka-gone from here, but not dead. Now it seems Theba was ambitious and didn't want to pursue her rivals through the infinite planes, so one night she called down a star from the sky. It fell like a blazing comet, and in its heart was a lump of unearthly gold. Theba took the white hot nugget in her bare hands, she shaped the medallion, then inscribed it with her fingernail, and quenched it in the blood of a virgin."
"Sounds like a real sweetheart."
"That, says legend, is how the Spell of No Spells was cast, a spell that cancels all magic. Perhaps antimagic is the proper term. Its power nullifies all spells and powers. It is the supreme defense against magic. There is one catch. It also cancels any magic the wearer possesses. Spells, blessings, curses; all are useless."
"Let me see if I can take it from there. Immortality is a supernatural gift, right? So, if a god had the medallion, he's no longer a god; he's mortal, and can die like anybody else. Right?"
"Yes, but even Theba was appalled when She felt her rival die the one, true death. She threw Her tnnket away, and 't fell into mortal hands. Most mages-including myself-want nothing to do with it: Its risks outweigh any possible rewards. But there are always a few like Theba, caught in the blind throes of ambition, greed or jealousy.
"Be careful, Cholly. At least one mage, maybe more, wants Theba's medallion and knows you have it. Because of what it is, because of what he is to want it in the first place, and because as long as you wear it no one can tell for certain if you're a powerful wizard or an ordinary gluemaker-because of these, you're a marked man, my friend."
"Thanks for the information. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing. I could not help you with your problem, and I charge only for services rendered."
"Well, I feel I owe you something for telling me about the talisman. I'll tell you what: the next time you need to mend anything, send word to me what you are working on, and I'll send over the right compound for the job with my compliments. How about that?"
"You are a fair man, gluemaker. I have enjoyed meeting you, and I hope you solve your problem."