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."
"If I understand flying," Tanda pondered, "our weight would be more dispersed than if we were walking, but you're right. There's no point in taking the extra risk of flying us both across the floor."
She snapped her fingers suddenly.
"Okay. Here's what we'll do," she exclaimed, leaning forward. "You fly across to the Trophy alone while I wait by the door. Then, when you're in place, you can use the D-Hopper to bring yourself and the Trophy back to Klah, while I blip back magikally."
For some reason, the thought of dividing our forces in the middle of a theft bothered me.
"Say... um, Tanda," I said, "it occurs to me that even if we set off the alarm, we would be long gone by the time the guards arrived. I mean, if they haven't had war for over five hundred years, they're bound to be a little sloppy turning out."
"No," Tananda countered firmly. "If we've got a way to completely avoid alerting the guards, we'll take it. I promised Aahz to keep you out of trouble, and that means-"
She broke off suddenly, staring across the
street. "What is it?" I hissed, craning my neck for a better look.
In response, she pointed silently at the darkened Trophy Building.
A group of a dozen cloaked figures had appeared from the shadows beside the building. They looked briefly up and down the street, then turned and disappeared into the building.
"I thought you said there wouldn't be any guards in the building!" I whispered frantically.
"I don't understand it," Tananda murmured, more to herself than to me. "It's not laid out for a guard force."
"But if there are guards, we can't-" I began, but Tananda silenced me with a hand on my arm.
The group had reemerged from the building. Moving more slowly than when we had first seen them, they edged their way back into the shadows and vanished from sight.
"That's a relief," Tananda declared, letting out a pent-up breath. "It's just a pack of drunks sneaking an after-hours look at the Trophy."
"They didn't act like drunks," I commented doubtfully.
"C'mon, handsome," my guide declared, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "It's time we got this show on the road. Follow me."
Needless to say, I didn't want to go, but I was even more reluctant to be left behind. This left me no choice but to follow as she headed across the street. As I went, though, I took the precaution of fumbling out my D-Hopper. I didn't like the feel of this, and wanted to be sure my exit route was at hand in case of trouble.
"In you go.'" Tananda ordered, holding the door open. "Be sure to sing out when you're in position. I want to be there to see Aahz's face when you give him the Trophy."
"I can't see anything," I protested, peering into the dark building.
"Of course not!" Tananda snapped. "It's dark. You know where the Trophy is, though, so get going."
At her insistence, I reached out with my mind and pushed gently against the floor. As had happened a hundred times in practice, I lifted free and began to float toward the estimated position of the statue.
As I went, it occurred to me I had neglected to ask Tananda how high the wards extended. I considered going back or calling to her, but decided against it. Noise would be dangerous, and time was precious. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Instead, I freed part of my mind from the task of flying and cast about in front of me, seeking the tell-tale aura of the magikal wards. There were none.
"Tanda!" I hissed, speaking before I thought. "The wards are down!"
"Impossible," came her response from the door. "You must be in the wrong spot. Check again."
I tried again, casting about the full extent of the room. Nothing. As I peered about, I realized my eyes were acclimating to the darkness.
"There are no wards," I called softly. "I'm right over the pedestal and there are no wards."
Something was tugging at my consciousness. Something I had seen was terribly wrong, but my attention was occupied scanning for the wards.
"If you're over the pedestal," Tananda called, "then drop down and get the Trophy. And hurry! I think I hear someone coming."
I lowered myself to the floor, gently as I remembered the creaky boards, and turned to the pedestal. Then it burst upon me what was wrong.
"It's gone! "I cried.
"What?" Tananda gasped, her silhouette appearing in the doorway.
"The Trophy! It's gone!" I exclaimed, running my hands over the vacant pedestal.
"Get out, Skeeve," Tananda called, suddenly full volume.
I started for the door, but her voice stopped me.
"No! Use the D-Hopper. Now!"
My thumb went to the activator button on the device I had been clutching, but I hesitated.
"What about you?" I called. "Aren't you coming?"
"After you're gone," she insisted. "Now get go-"
Something came flying out of the dark and struck her silhouette. She went down in a boneless heap.
"Tanda!" I shouted, starting forward.
Suddenly the doorway was filled with short silhouettes swarming all over Tananda's prone form.
I wavered for a moment in indecision.
"There's another one inside!" someone called.
So much for indecision. I hit the button.
There was the now familiar rush of darkness... and I was back in my quarters on Klah.
Aahz was seated at a table with his back to me, but he must have heard the KAMF of my arrival.
"It's about time!" he growled. "Did you enjoy your little-"
He broke off as he turned and his eyes took in the expression on my face.
"Aahz," I cried, stumbling forward. "We're in trouble."
His fist came down in a crash which splintered the table.
"I knew it!" he snarled.
Chapter Seven:
"A friend in need is a pest."
-FAFHRD
"Now let's see if I've got this straight," Aahz grumbled, pacing the length of the room. "You got away without a scratch, but Tanda got caught. Right?"
"I couldn't help it!" I moaned, shaking my head. "They were all over her and you said-"
"I know, I know," my mentor waved. "You did the right thing. I'm just trying to get a clear picture of the situation. You're sure this was in Jahk? The weird dimension with the short, pale guys? Skinny or overweight?"
"That's right," I confirmed. "Do you know it?" "I've heard of it," Aahz shrugged, "but I've never gotten around to visiting. It's talked around a bit on the gambling circuit."
"Must be because of the Big Game," I suggested brightly.
"What I can't figure," Aahz mused, ignoring my comments, "is what you two were doing there."
"Urn ... it was sort of because of me," I admitted in a small voice.
"You?" Aahz blinked, halting his pacing to stare at me. "Who told you about Jahk?"
"No one," I clarified hastily. "It wasn't that I asked to go to Jahk specifically. I was hungry, and Tanda said Jahk was the closest dimension where I could find something to eat."
"I know how that is," my mentor grimaced. "Eating is always a problem when you're traveling the dimensions-even the humanoid ones."
"It's even rougher when you aren't even visiting humanoid dimensions," I agreed.
"Is that a fact?" Aahz murmured, eyeing me suspiciously. "Which dimensions did you visit, anyway?"
"Um ... I can't remember all the names," I evaded. "Tanda-um-felt there would be less chance of trouble in some of the out of the way dimensions."
"What did the natives look like?" Aahz pressed.
"Aren't we getting off the subject?" I asked desperately. "The real issue is Tanda."
Surprisingly, the ploy worked.
"You're right, kid," Aahz sighed. "Okay. I want you to think hard. You're sure you don't know who jumped her or why?"
My conversational gambit had backfired. The question placed me in a real dilemma. On the one hand, I couldn't expect Aahz to come up with a rescue plan unless he knew the full situation. On the other, I wasn't particularly eager to admit what we were doing when Tananda was captured.
"Um ..." I said, avoiding his eyes. "I think I can remember a few things about those other dimensions after all. There was one where ..."
"Wait a minute," Aahz interrupted. "You were the one who said we should focus on Tanda's problem. Now don't go straying off..."
He stopped in mid-sentence to examine me closely. "You're holding out on me, kid," he announced in a cold voice that allowed no room for argument. "Now give! What haven't you told me about this disaster?"
His words hung expectantly in the air, and it occurred to me I couldn't stall any longer.
"Well..." I began, clearing my throat. "I'm not sure, but I think the ones who grabbed Tanda were the city guardsmen."
"Guardsmen?" Aahz frowned. "Why would they want to put the grab on Tanda? All you were doing was getting a bite to eat and maybe a little shopping."
I didn't answer, taking a sudden interest in studying my feet in close detail.
"That is all you were doing, wasn't it?"
I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come.
"What were you doing?" Aahz growled. "Come on. Out with it. I should have known it wasn't just ... Hey! You didn't kill anyone, did you?"
Strong hands closed on my shoulders and my head was tossed about by a none too gentle shaking.
"We didn't kill anyone!" I shouted, the process difficult because my jaw was moving in a different direction than my tongue. "We were just stealing ... "
"Stealing!?!"
The hands on my shoulders released their grip so fast I fell to the floor. Fortunately, I had the presence of mind to break my fall with my rump.
"I don't believe it! Stealing!" Aahz made his appeal to the ceiling. "All this because you tried to steal something."
My rump hurt, but I had other more pressing matters to deal with. I was desperately trying to phrase my explanation when I realized with some astonishment that Aahz was laughing.
"Stealing!" he repeated. "You know, you really had me going for a minute there, kid. Stealing! And I thought it was something important."
"You mean, you aren't mad?" I asked incredulously.
"Mad? Naw!" he proclaimed. "Like the old saying goes, ‘you can take the boy out of thieving'... Heck! Most demons are thieves. It's the only way to get something if you don't have any native coinage."
"I thought you'd really be upset," I stammered, still unwilling to believe my good fortune.
"Now, don't get me wrong, kid," my mentor amended sternly, "I'm not overjoyed with your venture into thievery. You're supposed to be studying magik... the kind that will get you a raise as a court magician, not the kind that ends up with you running down a dark alley. Still, all things considered, you could have done a lot worse on your first solo trip through the dimension."
"Gee, thanks, Aahz," I beamed.
"So, let's see it," he smiled, extending a palm.
"See what? "I blinked.
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