Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

by Asprin, Robert

  I groaned, overwhelmed with grief at the tragic and un?necessary loss of life.

  'They're back."

  Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

  NINETEEN

  “You say you want a revolution?”

  N. LENIN

  “That's it!” Vergetta howled, dropping the hands of the two Pervects on either side of her. “I can't stand it any longer! I did not need this on top of just getting out of jail. Every?one's grounded. No exceptions!”

  “What the hell brought that on?” Niki wondered, taking a quick glance out of the window. The spell had worked. The street was empty of life.

  “You're the ones who let the place go to hell while we were gone,” Paldine accused her. “Why don't you tell us.”

  Niki gawked at her. “We let it go to hell? Did it really take all eight of you to find out that you'd laid an egg in that other dimension? A few of you could have stayed here and helped keep order. But no-​o-​ooo. You left two of us Ñ two of us Ñhaving to play hall monitor for an entire country, and now look what we had to do!”

  “Those intruders must have been watching us,” Tenobia grunted. "Look how they knew to come in with us to avoid

  being toasted by the barrier spell. They've been planning this for a while."

  Loorna kicked a pile of papers that had been cast to the floor by the invaders. “This place is a mess! It doesn't look like they have dusted in here in days.”

  “Well, sure,” Niki snarled defensively, “I could have been cleaning up in here, if I didn't have to oversee the dis?tribution of merchandise in the morning, monitor factory operations all day, and still have time to work on special projects. That's why we have all those janitors!”

  “Did it ever occur to you you're complaining about the color of the dragon's nail polish just before the paw comes down and smashes your worthless carcass into a grease stain? Those janitors just facilitated an attempted palace coup,” Tenobia reminded them.

  “That's right, girls,” Nedira soothed, trying to make peace. “We have bigger problems than dusty bookshelves.”

  'This is totally lame,“ Caitlin snorted, sitting down at her computer and tapping in the data off the sheet Oshleen handed her. ”I mean, you didn't make a single gold piece on the whole Scamaroni enterprise. You lost all of our investment!"

  “Give your elders more respect, dear,” Nedira corrected her. “We were up against unfair opposition.”

  “Yes, the Klahdish wizard,” Vergetta grumbled. 'The one who really escaped."

  “Did anyone get his name?” Tenobia asked. Oshleen reached down into her cleavage and pulled out a sheaf of papers.

  “I always knew you stuffed. What's that?”

  “The court docket,” the accountant replied, with a haughty stare. “They wouldn't let Paldine see it. We'll send it back when we're through with it.”

  “I can't read this merde,” Loorna sneered. “It's in Scammie.”

  “Ugh,” Oshleen groaned. “I knew we should have bribed the bailiff. He could have read it to us.”

  Caitlin waved an imperious hand. “Give it to me. I'll run it through the translator.” The smallest Pervect spread the papers out in front of her screen and typed in a com?mand. The computer started humming. In a moment a huge rectangle projected itself upon the wall. “There.”

  “Smee, Smee,” Niki mused, running down the names that appeared in the document during the target dates. “There's a Glee here, a Skeeve, and a Paneer.”

  “Cheesy,” smirked Tenobia.

  “Save the cheap jokes. So, which one is our wizard?”

  “We heard of a Skeeve when we were on Deva,” Vergetta offered. “But we heard he's retired. What would he be doing on Scamaroni?”

  “No idea,” Loorna rejoined. “What the hell, we're out of there now. We'll just have to pick up where we left off, pay our suppliers and start over.” Niki snorted. “What?”

  “You have no idea what's been going on since you left,” the scientist growled.

  “I notice that this place is a mess,” Charilor taunted.

  “Eat a bomb. We can't pay our suppliers. While you were out the stupid sheep have been in and out of this place every damned day, sneaking out money and goods. They've been on a buying spree that you would not believe.”

  “Oh, now what have they brought back this time?” Nedira groaned.

  “You name it,” Caitlin innumerated, having her com?puter flash more pictures up on the wall. “One day a cloth?ing fad: genuine fur socks. Poorly tanned, I might add. They'll start stinking any time now, maybe even before the novelty wears off. Then, the very next day everybody had to have shutterbug viewers. And today Niki's been confis?cating flight candy. If there was anything more annoying than Wuhses, flying Wuhses is it.”

  Vergetta nodded. “And they've been ripping us off to pay for them.”

  “All but today,” Niki replied. “I finally took what was left of the treasury and stuffed it in the safe.”

  Paldine sneered. “You should have done that the first time.”

  “No, I should not have done that the first time,” Niki disagreed. “You know what goes in that safe never goes away. You can always get it back again by reaching in to where you put it. Whoever invented it was a Pollyanna who believed everybody in the universe was honest. If the Wuhses knew that this chunk of change could be resurrected every single time it was spent they'd be committing grand larceny all over the dimensions, and I won't be responsible for that.”

  Vergetta sighed. “I can't disagree with you. So, now what? We're further in the hole than we were before. We don't want debt collectors showing up looking for payment we can't give them. Like it or not we are responsible for setting these fools straight, finding another source of cash, and stopping up the holes once and for all.”

  “Now will you believe me when I say we need to get that D-​hopper away from them?” Loorna asked.

  The elder held up her hands in mock surrender. “All right, all right! You were right and I was wrong. Get it.”

  Loorna grinned. “That will be my pleasure.”

  “Anyone have any ideas for our next business venture?” Vergetta asked the room.

  “Oh, come on!” Paldine protested. “We just got out of jail! Who can innovate under those circumstances?”

  “Honey, we've got to hit the ground running,” the elder female urged. “We've had setbacks, sure, but I don't want to be stuck here forever.”

  “Besides,” Niki smirked, “I wasn't in jail. I have been working. What do you think of this?”

  With a flourish she reached under the big table and pro?duced a palm-​wide cylinder with a plunger on top.

  “Signature chop?” Monishone asked.

  “Half right,” Niki grinned, hitting the knob on the top. Businesslike little blades dropped out of a concealed mid-​section. "It chops. It purees. It mixes. Put it down on top of

  raw food and it makes a meal out of it. Automatic safety doors so idiots can't stick their fingers in the blades or the heating element."

  “Technology?” Monishone snorted.

  “Don't knock it. I think it'd sell in more places than your stupid toy. It doesn't use electricity, it doesn't need magikal energy to run. All power is provided by piezoelec?tric contacts. It's very simple technology. Even a moder?ately smart monkey can operate it.”

  “So the Wuhses will have no trouble making them?” Charilor said, pointedly.

  “The one thing I can't fault these sheep on is manual dexterity,” Niki assured them. “We've got the capacity for mass production. I've already had our concealed shop stop making the glasses. Crom knows what we'll do with six thousand unsold units. We can't break them down en mass. The magik released would probably blow up the castle. We were lucky there were no accidents on Scamaroni.”

  “We'll find something to do with them,” Vergetta as?sured them. “If we have to let them go at a loss to the Deveels, well, that's life.”

  “In the meantime, we need to make it a priority
to find that damned D-​hopper!” Loorna ordered.

  “All in favor?” Vergetta asked, putting up her hand. “Ten in favor. None opposed. The motion carries. Go get 'em, ladies!”

  “What about the Wuhses?” Nedira inquired, concerned.

  Vergetta waved a hand. “They're fine. Every single one of them got blipped back to his or her home. About now they're discovering that they can't get out the door, the window, or even up the chimney. They can all sit in tonight and think of their sins. Tomorrow morning the magik seal will release, and the Wuhses will be free to go to work as usual. The minute they're back home again, wham!” She smacked her palms together. "They don't go home, they find themselves there anyhow. A few nights of early curfew might remind them that they've got responsibilities, too, so

  they should act like adults and stop getting in our way. As for their bellwether,“ she raised a clear glass globe off the table and shook it, causing the small object inside to go tumbling through the liquid that filled the interior, ”he's going to spend his time-​out with us for a while."

  Sadly, Zol, Tananda, Bunny and I returned to the inn. Gleep's drooping ears and scales pretty much defined the mood of all of us. We were in complete and utter shock. I was numb. I kept tripping over paving stones, never even feeling the bruises on my legs and shins.

  “I never thought they'd react so brutally to a challenge,” Zol repeated for the sixth time. “It's ... genocide. Wiping out a crowd of protesters so callously, well, it just goes to prove that I know very little about Pervects. I can see why other races do refer to them once in a while as Perverts.”

  “I'm almost ready to call them that myself,” I agreed, hardly able to believe what I had seen. “Poor Wensley!”

  “Maybe he got the D-​hopper back,” Bunny suggested. “Maybe he just blipped out of here.” But she didn't sound as though she believed it.

  “Who's going to explain to Montgomery what just hap?pened?” Tananda asked.

  I straightened up. “It's my job. Wensley hired me to come in and help him. I'll have to inform his fellow com?mittee heads.” I sighed. “I should have listened to Aahz. He told me that I was out of my league on this mission. He was right. I wish he was here.”

  “You did the best you could,” Bunny assured me, com?ing up to take my arm. “Wensley did this on his own. You didn't tell him to, and you weren't here when he made his plans. Look at it this way: what would Uncle Bruce do if one of his lieutenants went off and got himself killed be?cause he was underprepared?”

  “I suppose he'd still pay for the funeral,” I offered glumly.

  “I doubt it,” Bunny retorted crisply, though her large eyes were full of tears. “But I'm sorry for Wensley.”

  “It was a hero's passing,” Zol intoned solemnly.

  Montgomery was cleaning glasses behind the bar when we entered. “Evening, Masters and Mistresses,” he greeted us blithely. “I wouldn't presume to tell you your business, but may I suggest a nice glass of wine, or something stronger? If I looked like one of you, I'd tell myself that I needed it.”

  “We do,” I agreed, sliding into the booth that we had more or less come to regard as our own. “Master Mont?gomery, I don't really know where to start. We have some bad news for you. The revolution ...”

  “... Went all wrong,” the innkeeper finished for me. “I know it. Ragstone, my potboy, told me all about it.”

  I peered at him, wondering if I had heard him incor?rectly. “It went worse than 'all wrong,'” I stated. “It was a total failure. There were no survivors. Where was Ragstone watching from?”

  “Oh, he was in the thick of things,” Montgomery de?clared.

  “He was on the drawbridge?” I asked.

  “He was up the stairs on the way to the Pervects' big room,” Montgomery replied, looking around at all of our puzzled faces. “He said they never had a chance. One minute he was about to break down a door with my best barrel-​rolling stave, and the next minute there's a big flash of light and he's back here.”

  “Here?” I echoed.

  “Aye, in his room. Which he shares with Coolea, my stable lad. Both of 'em as puzzled as a crossword. You've never seen such faces,” the innkeeper chuckled.

  “They're alive?” I demanded. “But we thought the Per?vects had killed them all.”

  “I bet the boys wondered if they was dead,” Mont?gomery grinned. “Finding themselves at home looking at the ceiling. We're all surprised, too. I thought like you did, that they might put down armed resistance with force, but maybe the Pervects are more merciful on us poor mis?guided souls than we would've been on them.”

  Zol's eyes danced. “This is more material for my study,” he asserted eagerly, pulling out his notebook and tapping in several lines. “What a fascinating turn of events.”

  “And your employees weren't harmed at all,” I pressed Montgomery.

  “Well, except none of 'em can go out and about. I was right surprised to see you come in. I thought it didn't work. We've all tried to go out, but it's as if there's no door there.”

  “That,” Tananda announced, once we had all gotten over the shock, “is one powerful group of magicians. Two couldn't have done such a mass working by themselves. Not even ten of them could have. What we saw them do the other day to combine their power has to be unique. I feel outgunned and outclassed.”

  “And yet they temper their actions with mercy,” Zol muttered, writing furiously. “Intriguing.”

  I thought for a moment. “It doesn't sound like mercy so much as a warning. They don't want to destroy their work?force. They'd have to train thousands of new Wuhses to do the work.”

  “But what about our revolution?” Montgomery said.

  Zol gave a rueful smile. “And with such a demonstra?tion of power, will you refuse to do your work tomorrow?”

  “No!” the innkeeper exclaimed, his slitted pupils wide. “No, I'll get up early! I'll work late. Providing we can all get out of here in the morning, that is.”

  “What about Wensley?” I asked.

  "Oh, he don't live here, Master Skeeve. You ought to try his house. And on the way past, if you'd be so kind to drop

  in at Carredelest's delicatessen? He lives above his shop. There's not a bite to eat on the premises, and I can't get out of here to pick up my order."

  “Sure,” I agreed, absently. “Where does Wensley live?”

  Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

  TWENTY

  “There's something funny going on here.”

  Ñ g. carlin

  “I'm sorry,” responded a petite female Wuhs with dark curls, through the window of a pleasant blue house several blocks from the inn. “My mate is not here.”

  “That's strange,” I murmered, almost to myself. “Every?one else was returned to their homes.”

  “He could be with his parents,” Kassery suggested apologetically. “They are not well. He is there as often as he is here. I applaud his eagerness to be a dutiful son.”

  “Hmm.” I nodded slowly. “That might explain it. Could you tell us how to get to their home?”

  “They don't live in Pareley,” Kassery offered. “I could send them a note ... if I could leave here, but at present I am finding it difficult... very difficult. Is it possible that I might be allowed an explanation of my temporary indisposition? Not that I am upset about it, of course,” she added hastily.

  As quickly as I could I told her what had happened. “No, no, no,” the female shook her head disbelievingly. 'This is not my Wensley. It couldn't be."

  Following Kassery's instructions, we traveled out a few days' journey into the countryside to a small village in Rennet, in the midst of a great forest just beyond the bor?ders of Pareley. Gouda and Edam, Wensley's mother and father, the local apothecary and schoolmaster, were as puz?zled as we were.

  “He hasn't been here in some weeks,” Gouda explained, serving us tea in a scrupulously clean kitchen. She was a plump little woman, with soft, very deft hands. “He said he's involved in a proje
ct for the common good. I might make a guess, though you can tell me if I'm wrong, and I probably am, that you are involved in that project?”

  “I think we are the project,” I explained. “It's just that we've lost track of him.” I glanced at the others, and they nodded. No sense in worrying them, when they could do nothing.

  “I thought as much. It's clever of him to bring demons to enrich our local Wuhs culture, when all the others he knows are bringing back inanimate souvenirs. Why, they can't talk, can they?”

  I knew plenty of knickknacks that could talk, and more, but I didn't believe then was the time to bring that fact up. “He definitely had ... has a purpose for us,” I said, hastily correcting myself. I had to stop talking; my concern for the missing Wensley was making my tongue trip over itself, and it really didn't need the help. “We're trying to live up to his expectations.”

  Gouda smiled. “He's such an intelligent boy, so curious, though I probably shouldn't brag about him to you ... but would you care to see some pictures of him as a child?”

  “He's still not here,” Wensley's wife informed us, when we called upon her on our return to the capital. She regarded us with wide-​eyed fear and hope, the latter of which I hoped we could justify by discovering his whereabouts and restoring him to his family.

  “He'd surely be returned nightly, if he was still around,” Montgomery told us, as he escorted us upstairs to our rooms. “We're all still having to have our secret meetings in the daytime. Once the sun sets, bang! It's cutting some?thing fierce into my trade. But on the other hand, my lunch business is going very well,” he added, talking loudly to the air.

  “Are you being spied upon?” I inquired.

  “Never be too careful,” the innkeeper replied. “The Pervects seem to be here, there and everywhere these days.”

  We joined one of the secret lunchtime meetings, held with great ceremony in the back room of a tavern owned by a Wuhs named Crozier not far from the central factory. The situation had clearly worsened. Everyone was going a little stir crazy at having been under house arrest for a week. The Pervects had succeeded in intimidating them into compliance with every whim, no matter how trivial. Not that the Wuhses need much intimidating, mind you.