Something M.Y.T.H. Inc  
Robert Asprin 
PROLOGUE  
Like wildfire, word spread throughout the land?from town to village, from 
peddler to peasant?that their once-idyllic kingdom was now under the control 
of a mighty magician who held the queen in thrall.  
Though it was customary for the common folk to pay little attention to who it 
was that ruled them, much less the antics and machinations of palace politics, 
this time it was different.  
It was clear to even a casual observer that the magician dabbled in the Black 
Arts. He openly associated with and sought counsel from demons, who even 
now roamed the corridors of the palace. As further evidence of his 
otherworldly nature and preferences, the magician kept a fierce dragon as a 
pet... a rarity that even the animal-loving ecologists of the land found 
disquieting. For those who would scoff at the existence of magik and other 
supernatural powers, there were frightening rumours of another sort. It was 
said that the so-called magician was connected to the criminal underground, 
trading political influence for their assistance in keeping the populace under 
control.  
Even considering all this, the people might have been willing to ignore the 
power shift, were it not for one thing ... their taxes were being raised. While it 
was true that, even with the new increases, their taxes were barely half of 
what they had once been, the populace saw it as a grim foreboding of things 
to come. Once the magician succeeded in reversing the trend from lowering 
taxes to increasing them, it was asked, where would it stop?  
Clearly, something would have to be done.  
People who had never thought of themselves as heroes began to ponder and 
mutter, both singly and in groups, about ways to bring down the tyrant. 
Though they varied greatly in both skills and intelligence, the sheer volume of 
the plotters virtually insured the eventual downfall of the villain currently 
growing fat off the kingdom ... the man they called Skeeve the Great.  
ONE  
If there is one thing that a background as a Mob rough-off artist does not 
prepare you for, it is conducting a democratic-type business meetin?.  
Business meetin?s in the Mob is usually conducted with as few participants as 
possible, to keep the potential witness count to a minimum, and the agenda 
consists of out-linin? a situation in as little  
detail as possible, and endin? with the simple instruction of ?Handle it.? Havin? 
to utilize one?s people-type skills to obtain opinions and input from the other 
participants is as unlikely as havin? to conduct a press conference.  
Still, this was the specific situational I found myself in, and was determined to 
do the best I could with what little trainin? I had.  
?I assume there is some specific reason for this summoning.?  
That was Chumley talkin?. Even though he does a good job of playing dumb 
muscle when he?s hired out as a troll, when he isn?t workin?, he talks as good 
as anyone and better than most.  
?Ask Guido,? Nunzio sez, jerkin? a thumb at me. ?It?s his show.?  
Now Nunzio, in addition to bein? my cousin, is also my usual workin? partner of 
choice. Unfortunately, as sometimes happens even in the best of 
partnerships, we happen to be in disagreement as to the necessity of this 
meetin?. As the senior partner, I have pulled rank and the meetin? is happenin?. 
As junior partner, however, Nunzio is standing on his right to bein? a royal pain 
in the butt while assistin? me.  
?Well,? I sez, ignoring Nunzio, ?since we?re all here, we might as well get 
started.?  
?Just a minute, Guido. Aren?t we missing someone??  
This is Aahz pipin? up from where he has been leanin? against the wall next to 
the door. Him, I?ve been expectin? trouble from.  
I favour him with a level stare.  
?If youse is referrin? to the Boss, Aahz, I am well aware that he is not present. 
In fact, that is one of the reasons for this meetin?. You see, certain information 
has come to the attention of Nunzio and myself, and it is our... my desire to 
consult with all of youse as to whether it is wisest to pass said information 
along to the Boss, or if we should simply act on it ourselves.?  
This is, of course, the crux of the disagreement between Nunzio and myself, 
as, in the Mob, to hold a meetin? without the participation or even the 
knowledge of one?s boss is to invite the interpretation that one is planning 
some kind of takeover attempt. In the Mob, such activity is justification for 
termination of the most permanent kind.  
Now, knowin? the Boss the way we do, I do not fear that this is a likely 
possibility. Particularly as we are tryin? to figure out how to  
support him, not attemptin? any kind of power play. The truth of it is, we is 
quite fond of the Boss and have prospered individually since havin? been 
assigned to him.  
Nunzio, on the other hand, maintains that the Boss is at least technically a 
Mob sub-chieftain, and that callin? this meetin? is therefore treadin? on even 
thinner ice than some of the capers we have taken part in since joinin? the 
Boss?s crew. At least then, he sez, we could claim that we was actin? under 
orders from the Boss. This meetin? is definitely my own idea, and as such I will 
be held personally responsible for any fallout which might occur from it. There 
are times when bein? an order-takin? goon and therefore low on the chain of 
accountability has its advantages.  
?Let him talk, Aahz. I, for one, want to hear what he has to say.?  
That is Massha talkin?, earnin? her one of my widest smiles for her support, 
which she returns with a wink.  
Aahz starts to say somethin?, then just shrugs and gestures for me to start.  
?Okay,? I sez. ?Now you all know that durin? our recent assignment to stop or 
curtail the expansionist type efforts of Queen Hemlock, Nunzio and me stood 
duty for a while as Army types. Well, it seems that Hugh Badaxe?s scouts 
have uncovered some news that affects the Boss. Not wantin? to take official 
action or use official channels, he looked up one of the squad that was servin? 
under Nunzio and me and sent ?em here to pass the word along to us.?  
I turn and wave a hand at the figure lounging against the wall behind me.  
?This is Spyder. I guess you?d call her an old Army buddy of mine. Spyder, I?d 
like you to tell the crew what you told Nunzio and me.?  
Now Spyder was probably the toughest member of our squad after Nunzio 
and me. She is whipcord lean with the grace of an alley cat and twice the 
attitude. Due to Army regulations, her short hair is now a uniform light brown 
instead of the rainbow of colours it was when she enlisted. This has not, 
however, made her look any the more military or otherwise domesticated. She 
continues to give the impression of bein? an over-aged gutter punk ready to 
fight and half-lookin? for it, which is exactly what she is.  
She has been studyin? the assemblage as they came in like a store security 
type durin? the holidays. As I feed her the cue, like, she cranks her cat-eyes 
around to look at me direct.  
?I don?t think so,? she sez, shakin? her head.  
?Spyder,? I sez, tryin? to keep my voice level. ?This is not the time to get cute. I 
told you I wanted you to talk to these folks. Now tell them what Hugh Badaxe 
told you.?  
?You said you wanted me to talk to some friends of yours, Swatter,? she 
snarls. ?And I agreed. Didn?t even say ?Boo? about us meeting in a stable. But 
who are these people? The big hairy guy with the different-sized eyes, and 
the two with the green scales and pointed ears? You can?t tell me they?re from 
around here. And unless I?ve gone completely around the bend, that is 
definitely a dragon listening in from that stall. I want to know whom I?m talking 
to before I open up. I know you and Nunzio, but these people ... ??  
She shakes her head again and lapses into a sullen silence.  
?What?s with the ?Swatter? bit, Guido?? Massha asks.  
?It?s an old Army nick-name,? I sez wavin? her off. My attention is focused on 
my cousin. ?Nunzio, I thought you explained things to the squad back when 
we was hangin? together at Abdul?s.?  
?You said to explain about Abdul being a Deveel,? he sez with a shrug. ?I told 
them that our work with the Boss had involved travelling to other worlds and 
dealing with strange creatures, and occasionally some of those creatures 
popped up here in our world. I also said that they could be tricky or nasty or 
both, and if any showed up, like Frumple, to let us handle them.?  
?That?s it?? I sez. ?You didn?t tell ?em anything about dimension or dimension 
travellers??  
?At the time, that seemed more information than was necessary,? he sez. 
?They accepted it.?  
I am findin? this hard to believe, especially as Nunzio is usually one who loves 
to go on endlessly about anything at the drop of a straight line.  
?Well,? I sez. ?That was then and this is now. Perhaps you could elaborate a 
bit for Spyder?s benefit, with particular attention to the players currently in the 
room.?  
?No problem,? he sez, and turns to Spyder. ?You see, those worlds I  
mentioned before are actually called dimensions. There are thousands of 
them out there, and the beings that live in them do so, for the most part, 
without any knowledge or awareness of the other dimensions? existence ... 
except, perhaps, for occasional legends or folk tales. A few, however, are not 
only aware of other dimensions, but often travel back and forth between them 
either as part of their work or simply adventuring. These dimension travellers 
are generally referred to as ?demons? when they?re in a dimension other than 
their own.?  
He paused and cocked his head at her, quizzical-like, but Spyder just keeps 
starin? at him.  
?Now the group assembled here,? he continues, ?is known in some worlds as 
M.Y.T.H. Inc. We?ve joined together to provide services to individuals or 
groups who require assistance of an unusual nature or capacity. Our leader, 
or Chairman of the board, is the Boss ... or, more commonly Skeeve. You 
know him or have heard of him as Skeeve the Great, currently serving as 
Royal Magician to the Court of Possiltum.  
?The green, scaly gent with the impressive teeth and the dour expression is 
Aahz. He was Skeeve?s main instructor in magik and things dimensional, and 
is currently the boss?s main advisor and second in command. He hails from 
the dimension Perv, which makes him a Pervect, as is his cousin, Pookie, the 
lean mean feminine version over there, who has recently joined our ranks to 
assist Guido and I with our bodyguarding duties.?  
Those two individuals incline their heads politely to Spyder, who nods back.  
?The large, hairy gentleman is Chumley. He and his sister Tananda, who is 
currently covering our home office, are from Trollia. As you might guess, he 
would be what you might have heard referred to as a Troll.?  
Chumley gives Spyder a deep bow. I notice with some approval how quickly 
Nunzio skips past the reference to Tananda. She and Spyder met briefly on 
our last assignment, but Tananda was disguised at the time so Spyder didn?t 
spot her as a demon. The two of them didn?t really get along, as they were 
both interested in the same man, so Nunzio is wise not to dwell on the 
subject.  
?Last, but certainly not least, is Massha. As you can see, it?s hard to miss her, 
due both to her larger-than-life size and her propensity for  
bright outfits and jewellery. She and the Boss met on a caper in the dimension 
Jahk, and she was impressed enough to sign on as his apprentice. Within our 
crew, however, she?s a full-fledged member.?  
?Hiya, Sugar!? Massha sez, wigglin? her fingers at Spyder. ?Don?t worry. We?re 
not nearly as nasty as we look.?  
Spyder is so busy starin? at Massha she forgets to nod. This is not surprising, 
as Massha is quite an eyeful. Nunzio?s statement that she is ?larger than life? 
does not to begin to encompass her stature. Massha is huge, in all directions 
except up. What?s more, her bright orange hair and green lipstick are 
upstaged by her loud, flashy clothes and enough jewellery to stock a small 
craft show.  
?The other member of our troupe is Bunny, who isn?t with us at the moment 
because she?s meeting with Skeeve to go over the kingdom?s finances. Like 
Guido and me, she?s from this dimension, which is known elsewhere as Klah, 
incidentally, so there?s nothing unusual about her appearance other than 
she?s cute as a button.? He notices Spyder makin? a face at this, so he adds, 
?It might also be worth noting that she is the niece of Don Bruce, the Fairy 
Godfather of the Mob locally. Speaking of which, you should also probably 
know that as far as Don Bruce is concerned, our whole operation is a part of 
the Mob. An independent, stand-alone part, but a part nonetheless.?  
?Gleep!?  
?Oh yes,? Nunzio sez, pointin? to the contributin? party. ?The aforementioned 
dragon is Gleep. He is the Boss?s pet and has assisted us on several capers, 
much to the dismay and demolition of our opponents. Does that satisfy your 
curiosity, Spyder??  
He has not bothered to include either himself or me in the introductions, since, 
as was earlier noted, we have worked with Spyder before during our brief 
hitch in the Army. Of course, our own appearance is no less memorable than 
the rest of the team. We both have the size and build of professional athletes 
of the contact sport variety, only more intimidatin?. This was pretty much a 
prerequisite in our earlier work as Mob collection specialists.  
?I guess. At least, explains a few things,? Spyder says comin? off the wall at 
last.  
?Then, returnin? to the point of this meetin?,? I sez, ?could you now tell 
everyone what Hugh Badaxe asked you to pass along??  
?If you say so,? she sez with a shrug. ?Basically, General Badaxe has been 
getting reports that pockets of malcontents are forming in the kingdom. Right 
now they?re small and mostly talking, but he?s concerned that they might 
eventually try taking action. Specifically, armed, organized action.?  
?Pardon me, my dear,? sez Chumley, ?but I?m afraid  
I?m missing something here. Why is Hugh having you tell us about this? If 
there?s a possible rebellion shaping up, why doesn?t he simply handle it with 
the Army??  
?I?m getting to that.? Spyder waves. ?You see, it?s not the kingdom they?re 
talking about overthrowing. It?s the magician. The Great Skeeve. The Boss, as 
you call him.?  
?How?s that again??  
Aahz is no longer leanin? against the wall, but standin? tall and looking very 
attentive.  
?Well, it seems the word going around the kingdom is that an evil magician, 
that?s Skeeve, has the Queen in thrall and is actually running the kingdom 
from behind the scenes,? Spyder explains. ?While most folks don?t seem to 
care much one way or the other, there are those who are talking about trying 
to ... how do they put it... free the kingdom from his merciless grasp.?  
?But that?s patently absurd!? Chumley sez with a frown. ?We all know Skeeve. 
He?s got a good head on his shoulders and shows marked potential as a 
magician, but mostly he?s an organizer. There isn?t an evil bone in his body.?  
?I?ll tell you something else, Missy,? Massha puts in. ?Skeeve is helping to bail 
out the kingdom at Queen Hemlock?s personal request. She?s the one who?s 
trying to blackmail him into marrying her. How does that fit with your ?magician 
holding the Queen in thrall? scenario??  
For a second I am afraid that Spyder is going to go after Massha for the 
?Missy? comment, but she doesn?t. This is a good thing, as Massha not only 
outweighs her on a factor of five or six to one, but also packs a mean magikal 
wallop in some of the jewellery she wears.  
?That?s how you all see him,? Spyder sez, ?and I?m inclined to believe you, 
mostly because I trust the Swatter and Nunzio. You?ve got to look at it through 
outsider?s eyes to understand what?s going on.  
?Skeeve definitely has the Queen?s ear, that much you admit. Then  
there?s the rumour that he consorts with strange, otherworldly creatures.? She 
pauses and looks pointedly around the room. ?And some say he?s guarded by 
a ferocious dragon.? She nods toward Gleep, who cocks his head at her. 
?And, finally, there?s persistent talk that he has underworld connections and is 
supported by local organized crime.?  
She pointedly does not look at Nunzio and me, but the message gets across.  
?Not to offend the current company, but the citizens are thinking that ?If it 
walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...? ? She lets the sentence trail off. 
?Anyway, whatever the truth is, that?s what the talk is that?s going around the 
kingdom. General Badaxe thought you should know.?  
I let the silence drag on for a few minutes as the team digests what they?ve 
heard.  
?Thank you, Spyder,? I sez at last. ?I guess the big question, and the reason I 
called this meetin?, is: What are we going to do about all this??  
?I think you were right, Guido.? Aahz sez. ?Both for calling the meeting and for 
thinking that it?s best if Skeeve didn?t hear about this.?  
?I?ll have to second that,? Chumley sez. ?The lad?s never been particularly 
good at handling women, and this thing with Queen Hemlock has him tied up 
in knots. I say let?s look into this ourselves and let Skeeve focus on his other 
problems.?  
?Right,? sez Aahz. ?Particularly since this might get a bit messy, and Skeeve 
has always had a bit of a weak stomach when it comes to out-and-out 
violence, however necessary.?  
He looks around the assemblage, and receives a round of nods. I am glad to 
see him takin? command of the meetin?, since this now gets me off the hook.  
?Okay,? he sez. ?Here?s how I see it. For the time being, I think most of us 
should hang tight here at the palace to keep an eye on Skeeve and be sure 
nobody tries a sneak attack or assassination. Guido, I think you and Nunzio 
should do some scouting to see exactly what the situation is and what we can 
do about it. Maybe you can figure out a way to rig it so Spyder here gets 
assigned to assist you.?  
So much for gettin? off the hook.  
?I think I?d like to tag along on that as well, if nobody minds,?  
Pookie sez, speakin? up for the first time.  
?If you can handle the disguise spells so you don?t scare the populace, I don?t 
see why not,? Aahz nods. ?Okay. If everyone agrees and there?s nothing else 
right now, I suggest we break this up and get back to what we were doing 
before Skeeve comes looking for us.?  
As the various players start to wander off, Aahz draws me to one side.  
?Just one thing, Guido,? he sez. ?If you have to call another one of these 
meetings, I suggest you do it somewhere other than the stables. Skeeve has 
a habit of dropping by here from time to time to talk to his dragon.?  
I glance over at Gleep. Instead of his usual playin? around, he is sittin? very still 
and starin? off into the distance, just as if he were thinkin? hard about 
somethin?.  
TWO  
Our intrepid band of adventurers has raised an excellent point. To wit, who 
could possibly be upset enough with Skeeve to try to organize a resistance 
movement?  
A quick glance around the kingdom (it?s not that big a kingdom) yields the 
answer.  
Open rebellion rarely if ever comes from the rich. Their weapon of choice is 
money (that?s why they?re rich) rather than swords and bows. What?s more, 
they can afford to employ expert retainers to do their fighting for them. Of 
course, those skirmishes usually take place in court or with auditors rather 
than on the field of battle.  
By similar logic, the poor are seldom the ones to stir up trouble. Frankly, they 
can?t afford either the time or the money it takes. Peasants are kept too busy 
by the endless tasks involved in tending fields and livestock to meddle openly 
in politics, and even begging takes a surprising amount of time and energy 
just to raise sufficient coins for one or two days? worth of sustenance. As long 
as things don?t deteriorate to a point where everyone is starving and they 
have nothing to lose, the poor don?t really care much who?s running things.  
For real grumblers and agitators, one need only look to those who have some 
money, a bit of education, and too much leisure time ... which is to say the 
middle class.  
For an example of this, one need look no further than the annual gathering of 
the Sherwood Arms Bow Hunting Club. In happier times, this was simply a 
group of buddies who happened to live in the same suburb, specifically the 
Sherwood Arms, that scheduled their vacations at the same time so that they 
could all go bow hunting in the nearby Possiltum Royal Game Preserve. In 
truth, this time was usually spent drinking and playing cards while letting their 
beards grow out, all in the name of ?roughing it? ... which in itself was no small 
achievement considering the rather primitive conditions prevalent in Possiltum 
at this time. This year, however, there was a markedly different air to the 
proceedings ...  
?I still don?t get it,? Tucker said, helping himself to some more wine. ?Why do 
we have to do anything about this Skeeve character??  
?Haven?t you been listening to Robb?? put in John, the broad-shouldered, 
construction-worker type of the group. ?He?s raising the taxes. You know who 
that?s going to hit the hardest, don?t you? Small businessmen like us.?  
?Speak for yourself, Johnny,? Tucker snorted. He was the physical opposite of 
John, being rather short and rotund. ?Unlike some, I wouldn?t exactly call my 
business little ... excuse me, small.?  
?Would you like to step outside and say that, Tuck?? John said, getting to his 
feet and straightening to his full, considerable height.  
?Umm, Johnny? We are outside,? Tucker said wearily, making no effort to 
match John?s actions.  
Even though they were good friends and neighbours, the ?big/little? thing was a 
sore spot between the two men. Tucker owned several franchises of the 
biggest fast-food chain in Possiltum, making him notably more successful 
than John, whose third attempt at starting a company, this one renting porta-
potties, was still struggling for life.  
?Could you two knock it off for a while?? said Robb impatiently. ?This is 
important.?  
?Sorry, Robb,? John said, sinking back into a sitting position. ?It?s  
just that the Cholesterol King here gets under my skin from time to time.?  
?It?s just that some of us have the sense to give the people what they want... 
like ready-cooked food,? Tucker sniffed. ?Why try to rent porta-potties in a 
country where most folks? idea of a toilet is the nearest tree or bush??  
?For the same reason some people don?t eat at your grease holes,? John shot 
back. ?They appreciate sanitation.?  
?Sanitation, is it?? Tucker snarled. ?Well, let me tell you...?  
?ENOUGH!!? Robb interrupted. ?Do you want to hear this or not??  
The two combatants sank into a sullen silence, shooting each other 
occasional dark glances. Even though Robb did not have John?s height and 
muscles, there was an intensity about him that made him the automatic leader 
of the group.  
?Now, the part that really worries me,? Robb continued, ?is that not only is this 
Skeeve character raising the taxes, he?s diverting part of the army to collect 
back taxes as well. Tell me that doesn?t affect all of us.?  
The group exchanged uncomfortable looks. While all of them filed their taxes 
on a regular basis to avoid penalties and interest, they had gotten in the habit 
of relying on the kingdom?s laxness in collecting monies owed. As a result, 
they all had sizable sums owed in back taxes, which could be disastrous if 
said sums were to be forcibly collected all at once.  
?Okay. I?ll admit that could be bad,? said the well-dressed, red-headed 
member leaning against a tree. Slender to the point of being waspish, he 
nonetheless habitually carried himself with a poise and dignity that forbade 
anyone from even thinking of him as ?Red.? ?So what are we supposed to do 
about it??  
Robb craned his neck and looked around before he spoke, as if expecting to 
find a spy or a soldier lurking behind a nearby bush.  
?I?ve got a plan,? he said, lowering his voice. ?The way I have it figured is that 
we can pay our taxes like good citizens, then steal it back from the collectors 
after they leave.?  
?That?s illegal,? the red-head said. ?If we got caught, my law practice would go 
right down the toilet... no offence, John. I don?t like taxes any more than 
anyone else, but I can?t see becoming a hoodlum  
over it.?  
?Don?t give me your legalistics, Will... and don?t call me a hood,? said Robb. 
?At worst, we?d be outlaws. For that matter, we?re already outside the law. 
We?ve been poaching in the Royal Game Preserve for years now.?  
?Nobody cares about that,? Will said. ?Rodrick wasn?t into hunting the way his 
father was, and Hemlock has been too busy expanding the borders to bother 
with minor domestic crimes. If we start messing with the tax collectors, 
though, somebody?s going to be upset.?  
?Besides, how long has it been since any of us have actually shot anything on 
one of these jaunts?? Tucker muttered.  
?Like we could hit something if we tried,? John agreed. Despite their claims to 
being a bow-hunting club, the group, without exception, were incredibly bad 
shots with a bow and arrow.  
?What?s the rest of it, Robb??  
That was Allie speaking for the first time. As someone who was trying to make 
it as a stand-up comic and merely renting a room in John?s house, he was not 
really a full-fledged member of the crew, but they kept him around for laughs.  
?How?s that again, Allie?? Robb said, innocently.  
?C?mon, Robb,? Allie said. ?Don?t try to kid a kidder. I?ve gotten to know you 
pretty well. Taxes and back taxes are one thing, something everyone can 
agree on. If I know you, though, there?s something else. Something?s 
bothering you. It?s big enough to have you thinking about taking on the army, 
even small units of it, but it isn?t so big that you can use it as a sales point to 
the rest of us. I?m just kind of curious as to what that something is.?  
All eyes turned to Robb.  
?Okay,? he said with a sigh. ?I?ve heard that one of the things Skeeve is 
thinking of doing is wiping out the Royal Game Preserve. It?s been proposed 
to him that he can raise money for the kingdom if he lets the lumber 
companies level the forest, then sell the land to developers.?  
?Where?d you hear that from?? said Tucker.  
?From my niece, Marian. She works part time as a maid at the castle.?  
?A maid? Named Marian?? John said thoughtfully.  
?Forget it, Johnny,? Robb waved. ?Between her job and her schoolwork she 
hasn?t got any time to be a part of this.?  
?I?m missing something here,? said Will. ?Since we don?t really do any hunting, 
why should it matter to us if they level the Preserve??  
?Think about it. All of you,? Robb said. ?The preserve and our hunting are the 
only excuse we have for these yearly outings. If it goes away, so does our 
excuse for getting out of the house. How many of you would really rather 
spend that time with your families??  
A thoughtful silence descended of the assembly. Despite their personal 
differences, the one thing that united the men was that they were all married. 
Happily married, of course, but it?s been said that a man can only take so 
much happiness without a break.  
?So, Robb,? Tucker said, breaking the silence. ?Tell us more about this plan of 
yours.?  
Of course, for hotbeds of sedition and revolution, one need look no further 
than institutes of higher education. Rampant idealism untempered by the 
practicalities of having to earn a living is great for producing droves of 
untested youths who are convinced they know how to run the world better 
than those currently in charge.  
It has been noted, however, that the atmosphere at these centres tends to go 
through cycles, penduluming from radical to conservative and back again. At 
the time of our tale, the schools are in a conservative loop, so only one group 
of misfits figures into the current equation.  
The particular group under study is a gaggle of students who periodically 
gather to play a popular Fantasy Role-Playing game. For those of you 
unfamiliar with this pastime, this is a game where people get together, often 
dressed up in medieval garb, to assume the role of various fantasy characters 
in order to act out (usually verbally) a scenario devised by the game master. 
The fact that games of this sort are extremely popular in Possiltum might be 
explained by the fact that such costumes are very easily obtained here, and at 
incredibly low cost.  
? ? ?  
?I tell you we simply can?t let this opportunity pass us by!? ranted Storm 
(known in her everyday life as Wilhemia). An imposing, hefty  
young woman, she was the group?s main rule-citer and enforcer, and wasn?t 
used to being argued with. ?A chance like this only happens once in a lifetime, 
and men only if you?re lucky.?  
?Frankly, I?m not wild about our chances,? said Egor, also known as Melvin. A 
pale, fey, math major, he rarely strayed from his books other than to take part 
in these gaming sessions. Surprisingly, he had proven to be the only one who 
could vaguely hold his own in disputes with Storm.  
?Are you kidding? An evil sorcerer holding the kingdom in thrall?? Storm shot 
back. ?It?s the exact type of situation that we?ve been practicing how to handle 
for months.?  
?Reality check!? said Egor, holding up a hand. ?What we?ve been doing is 
playing around with make-believe characters in pretend situations. You?re 
talking about going up against a real sorcerer with real guards. Guards, I 
might add, who carry real weapons that inflict real wounds. Not the kind that 
you can heal up with a die roll, the kind mat can make you real dead. What?s 
more, from all reports, the opposition has been doing this professionally for 
years, not months. Like I said before, I don?t like our chances.?  
?I?m not talking about us trying to attack him head on, you dufus,? said Storm.  
?Oh??  
?Of course not I?m not stupid.?  
?I stand corrected on both misconceptions,? Egor smiled, bowing slightly from 
his seat.  
Storm stuck her tongue out at him.  
?So what exactly is it that you?re proposing?? said Red Blade, a bespectacled, 
skinny drink of water known more commonly as Herbie, who tended to think of 
himself as a warrior trapped in an academic?s body.  
?I think we should do what it says in the book,? Storm said grandly. ?I think we 
should form a Fellowship.?  
?Book? What book?? frowned Red Blade.  
?What book? What book?? mimicked Storm. ?The book, of course. C?mon, 
Red Blade. How many books are there that centre around a Fellowship??  
?Oh. That book.? Red Blade said.  
[Author?s Note: The reader may be wondering how this and occasional(?) 
other anachronistic references appear in Possiltum. Early in the series, it was 
established that Deveels are merchants extraordinaire and make a large 
portion of their money buying and selling new inventions through the 
dimensions, which is why broadswords, chain mail, and crossbows seem to 
appear anywhere fantasy is written. Similarly, they will pirate literary and 
musical works and market them through the dimensions without regard to 
copyrights or royalty payments. You know, kind of like the Internet.]  
?As I recall,? said Egor, ?there was quite an array of characters in that book. 
Where do you expect to find their equivalent here in Possiltum??  
?It?s not as hard as you think,? Storm said. ?Like, remember when we tried an 
FRP camp out last year??  
?I remember most of us getting poison ivy.?  
?Well, the guy who came up and told us that we couldn?t have open fires in the 
park was dating Melissa for a while, and she still knows how to get in touch 
with him. I figure he?ll do for a Ranger.?  
?Stretching,? Egor said, hesitantly. ?But keep going.?  
?Now then, for a dwarf... how about what?s-his-name? PeeWee??  
?Now that?s cold,? interrupted Egor. ?I mean, he?s short, all right, but I don?t 
think he?ll like you calling him a dwarf.?  
?We don?t tell him he?s a dwarf, silly,? said Storm. ?We just invite him along 
and let anyone who sees us draw their own conclusions.?  
?Hmmm. We?ll hold judgement on that one. What else??  
?Okay, and as far as kismet goes, my roommate?s brother enlisted in the Army 
as a sorcerer, and it happens that he?s in town on leave with a couple of his 
buddies. I figure we can recruit them just by saying we?re lining them up with 
some blind dates.?  
?Cute idea,? said Egor, ?but I don?t think they?ll go along with helping us attack 
the sorcerer. Last thing I heard, he was in kind of tight with the army.?  
?Like I told you before, we aren?t going to attack him directly,? Storm said. 
?Remember the book. We?re going to do an end run and try to knock out his 
power source.? ?And exactly how do you propose that  
we do that?? ?Are you ready for this?? Storm said, her eyes gleaming. 
?Everybody gather around.?  
She produced a small box from her belt pouch, and opened it with a dramatic 
flourish. Nestled inside was a disembodied finger with a gaudy ring embedded 
in its flesh.  
?I think I?m going to be sick,? Red Blade said weakly.  
?What in the world is that, Storm? And where did you get it?? demanded Egor.  
?From Marian,? said Storm. ?You know, the one who works part-time at the 
castle? She swiped this right out of the sorcerer?s room and passed it to me.?  
Everyone looked alternately at the ring and each other.  
?So what are we supposed to do now??  
?Well, I?ve got to try to come up with an elf,? said Storm confidently. ?I need 
the rest of you to spread out and see what you can do about finding a 
volcano.?  
? ? ?  
If there?s anything with greater potential but less actual usefulness to society 
than a college student, it?s a recent graduate who has yet to find gainful 
employment and is thus still living with his or her parents. Thus it is with a 
particular only son of the wealthiest land developer and landlord in Possiltum 
...  
?I gotta say, Donnie, of all the hare-brained schemes you?ve come up with, 
this has got to be the craziest!?  
?C?mon, ?Nardo,? the youth said to his heavyset companion. ?It?ll be a snap. 
Trust me on this one.?  
Viewed at a distance, the duo would appear not unlike a staid and sombre owl 
being circled by a scrawny but energetic jay ... or, more accurately, a 
popinjay.  
?Trust has nothin? to do with it,? Nardo said. ?I didn?t keep bailin? you out of one 
mess after another all the way through college to let you end up gettin? 
chopped up by some army types.?  
Like many rich fathers with only one offspring, Don?s father was phobic about 
anything happening to his heir apparent. One of his solutions had been to hire 
Bernardo as a manservant/bodyguard for his  
son when shipping him off to school. While a close bond had sprung up 
between the two, in many ways closer than the bond between father and son, 
Bernardo never lost sight of what his main job was ... or who was paying the 
bills.  
?But I can?t just stand by and watch while this sorcerer gouges the heart out of 
my father and his tenants with higher taxes,? Don insisted.  
?As near as I can tell,? Bernardo said dryly, ?what he?s doin? is savin? the 
kingdom. Queen Hemlock had lowered the taxes way too far to be able to 
keep things on an even keel. The economics were all wrong.?  
?How did you figure that?? Don asked, genuinely puzzled.  
?By stayin? awake and listenin? in all those classes you slept through,? 
Bernardo said. ?Bodyguards can?t sleep on the job. Besides, it came in handy 
when I had to sit in for you on some of those tests.?  
?Well, whatever.? Don shrugged. ?That?s still going to be a sizable hunk of 
change the tax collectors will be moving around. I should be able to shake 
some of it loose.?  
?This wouldn?t have anything to do with your father cutting off your allowance 
until you find a job, would it?? Bernardo said suspiciously.  
?It?s just a way of picking up a little expense money to tide me over until I get 
settled,? Don protested. ?It?s not easy to find an appropriate position for 
someone of my talents.?  
?You can say that again,? Bernardo muttered.  
?What was that??  
?Nothin?,? the manservant said innocently. ?The thing is, Donnie, even if you 
can get past the army types, I?m not sure you want to mess around with this 
Skeeve guy. I?ve heard rumours that he?s connected, and that could mean big 
trouble.?  
Bernardo spoke with no small amount of knowledge on that score. He had 
worked for the Mob once before retiring and getting hired for his current 
position.  
?Oh yeah. Sure.? Don laughed. ?I?ve heard that he keeps a dragon, too. Tell 
me, have you seen a lot of dragons around??  
?Well...?  
?I tell you it?s all just hoopla to scare people into letting him have his way. As 
for me, I?ll believe it when I see it.?  
?I?ve seen some things I still don?t believe,? Bernardo sighed.  
?There. We?re in agreement!? Don beamed.  
Bernardo stared at him for a moment, then played his trump card.  
?If your father gets wind of this, he?ll throw a fit,? he pointed out. ?Then he?ll 
take it out on me.?  
?I?ve got that all figured out,? Don said, excitedly. ?I?ll do it under a secret 
identity. I?ll use another name, so no one will know it?s me.?  
?Oh, that?ll fool ?em big time,? Bernardo said, pointedly eyeing his charge?s 
colourful costume. Don had always prided himself on standing out in a crowd, 
and today was no different.  
?Of course, I?ll wear a disguise, too,? Don added. ?I tell you, I have this all 
worked out.?  
Bernardo sighed heavily and shook his head. Despite his certainty that this 
latest venture was doomed from the onset, he also knew it was next to 
impossible to change Don?s mind once it was set on a venture. Especially if 
that venture involved a new wardrobe.  
?So tell me,? he said, ?what name have you picked??  
?Well,? said Don, ?I?m small, but I?m strong and stubborn. I was thinking I?d call 
myself El Burro.?  
?I suppose it?s better than ?Jackass,? ? Bernardo muttered.  
?What??  
?Nothin?. And the outfit you have in mind??  
?I haven?t completely made up my mind there,? Don admitted. ?Maybe 
something in a brown suede jumpsuit with fur trim and accents.?  
?Oh that will blend right in with a crowd,? Bernardo said, rolling his eyes. ?Why 
not go all the way and wear shiny black ... with boots, gloves, and a cape??  
?Hey! I like that!? Don grinned.  
?Donnie, I was kidding!? Bernard said desperately.  
?I wasn?t.?  
THREE  
Regardless of the impression youse may have gotten about the disregard 
Nunzio and me have of laws and rules, there are certain lines which we do not 
cross on a regular basis. One of these is lyin? to the  
Boss. We may omit certain details from our reports, but this is done more to 
spare him any discomfort. An out-and-out lie is something we both try to avoid 
like the plague. This is, in part, because bein? caught in a lie within the Mob 
does not involve perjury charges, but a much more violent and permanent 
fine.  
As such, I am not wild about havin? to get the Boss?s permission for this new 
assignment without really lettin? him know what was goin? on. Such a task 
would require subtlety and finesse, two qualities I am not often called upon to 
resort to in my work.  
Realizin?, however, that it was something that had to be done, and that, as the 
one who proposed this whole venture in the first place, it fell to me to do it, I 
applied myself to the problem as best I could. With Nunzio?s help,  
I came up with a story that should stand up under all but the closest cross-
examination, then had Chumley coach me on preparin? the necessary scroll 
for a hand prop.  
Finally, convinced that I was as prepared as I could be with the amount of 
time available, I knocked on the Boss?s door.  
?Say, Boss. Can you spare a minute?? I sez, pokin? my head in.  
The Boss was sittin? at his desk with a goblet of wine in his hand and a full 
pitcher nearby.  
?Sure, Guido. Come on in. Pour yourself some wine.?  
It seemed to me it was awfully early in the day for the Boss to be hittin? the 
vino so hard, but figured it was none of my business. When it came right down 
to it, I had little idea what the Boss had to do on a day-to-day basis while tryin? 
to straighten out the kingdom?s finances or what kind of pressures it put on 
him. What he did and how he did it was up to him.  
?I never drink when I?m workin?, Boss,? I sez, ?but thanks anyway. I just need 
to talk to you about something.?  
I glanced around and pulled up a chair. Now that I was here, I wasn?t sure 
quite how to start.  
The Boss seemed to realize this, and leaned forward with a slight smile on his 
face.  
?So, what can I do for you?? he sez, friendly-like.  
I took a deep breath and plunged in.  
?Well, Boss, It?s like this. I was thinkin? ... You know how Nunzio  
and me spent some time in the army here??  
?Yes, I heard about that,? he sez with a nod.  
?Bein? on the inside like that, I get the feelin? I probably know a little more?n 
you do about the army types and how they think. The truth is, I?m a little 
worried about how they?re gonna handle bein? tax collectors. Know what I 
mean??  
I paused and looked at him expectantly.  
?Not really,? he sez, with a bit of a frown.  
This was not goin? as well as I hoped, but I pressed on gamely.  
?What I mean is, when you?re a soldier, you don?t have to worry much about 
how popular you are with the enemy, ?cause mostly you?re tryin? to make him 
dead and you don?t expect him to like it. It?s different doin? collection work, 
whether it?s protection money or taxes, which is of course just a different kind 
of protection racket. Ya gotta be more diplomatic ?cause you?re gonna have to 
deal with the same people over and over again. These army types might be 
aces when it comes to takin? real estate away from a rival operation, but I?m 
not sure how good they are at knowin? when to be gentle with civilian types. 
Get my drift??  
The Boss was noddin? now, which I was glad to see.  
?I hadn?t really thought about it, but I see your point.?  
More confident now, I moved on to the next point in my plan.  
?Well, you know I don?t care much for meddlin? in management type 
decisions,? I sez, ?but I have a suggestion. I was thinkin? you could maybe 
appoint someone from the army to specifically inspect and investigate the 
collectin? process. You know, to be sure the army types don?t get too carried 
away with their new duties.?  
The Boss is frownin? again.  
?Um ... I don?t quite understand, Guido. Isn?t it kind of pointless to have 
someone from the army watching over the army? I mean, what?s to say our 
inspector will be any different from the one?s he?s supposed to be policing??  
?Two things,? I sez with a smile. ?First, I have someone specific in mind for the 
inspector ... one of my old army buddies. Believe me, Boss, this person is not 
particularly fond or tolerant of the way the army does things. As a matter of 
fact, I?ve already had the papers drawn up to formalize the assignment. All 
you gotta do is sign ?em.?  
I hand him the scroll I?ve been carryin?, which he unrolls and scans.  
?Funny name for a soldier,? he sez, half to himself. ?Spyder.?  
?Trust me, Boss,? I sez. ?This is the person for the job.?  
Instead of signin? the scroll, the Boss leans back and looks at me hard-like.  
?You said there were two things,? he sez. ?What?s the other??  
?Well, I thought you could have a couple of envoys tag along,? I sez, casual-
like. ?You know, reportin? directly to you. That way you could be doubly sure 
the army wasn?t hidin? anything from you.?  
The Boss stares at me in silence for a few beats before he responds.  
?I see,? he sez at last. ?And I suppose you have a couple specific people in 
mind for the envoys as well??  
This catches me by surprise. His question is well in advance of when I had 
planned to raise this point, and I have to scramble a bit mentally to re-arrange 
my carefully prepared script.  
?Um ... As a matter of fact...?  
?I don?t know, Guido,? he sez, shakin? his head. ?I mean, it?s a good idea, but 
I?m not sure I can spare both you and Nunzio. If nothing else, I want Nunzio to 
do a little work with Gleep. I want to find out if there?s anything wrong with 
him.?  
We are now on the same page again, and I relax a bit. If this is the Boss?s 
only problem with the proposal, I?m home free.  
?Ah ... Actually, Boss,? I sez, carefully, ?I wasn?t thinkin? of Nunzio. I was 
thinkin? maybe Pookie and I could handle it.?  
Nunzio and I had talked this out. Upon reflection, it didn?t seem like such a 
good idea to have all three of the Boss?s bodyguards away from him at the 
same time. In addition, it made sense for one of us that was familiar with the 
Boss?s habits to stay with him, while the other teamed with Pookie. Now, I?ve 
been a bit taken with Pookie since she first knocked me flat, so when Nunzio 
suggested that he be the one to stay behind, I didn?t argue much.  
The Boss seemed genuinely surprised by this suggestion, however, so I 
hurried on.  
?Really, Boss,? I sez. ?There ain?t a whole lot to do here for three bodyguards. 
I mean, the way I see it, the only one here in the castle who might want to do 
you any harm is the Queen herself, and I don?t  
think you have to worry about her until after you?ve made up your mind on the 
marriage thing. I was just lookin? for a way that we can earn our keep ... 
something useful to do.?  
For some reason, this seems to make up his mind for him, and he reaches for 
a quill.  
?Okay, Guido,? he sez, signin? the scroll. ?You?ve got it. Just be sure to keep 
me posted as to what?s going on.? That touches a bit of a nerve, as it is 
exactly what we don?t intend to do.  
?Thanks, Boss,? I sez, gatherin? up the scroll while avoidin? direct eye contact. 
?You won?t regret this.?  
With that, I make my getaway, which is to say I leave the room.  
Pausin? in the corridor outside, I realize my heart is beatin? at a vastly 
accelerated rate for someone who has simply been conversin? with his 
employer. It occurs to me that I am lookin? forward to bein? out in the field 
again, as my normal rough-and-tumble pastimes seem to be far less stressful 
than this diplomacy stuff.  
FOUR  
It is a well known fact that events do not always follow anticipated plans when 
occurring. This is particularly obvious to one in my own chosen line of work, 
as it is the main reason that a peace lovin? individual such as myself finds it 
necessary to stock what has become known as ?tools of the trade,? which is to 
say an assortment of blunt and not-so-blunt instruments. Ninety percent of the 
situations requirin? violence occur when things do not go as planned and 
priorities shift from profitability to survival.  
But I digress.  
I had figured that the biggest difficulty involved with our sub-rosa scoutin? 
mission would be gettin? the Boss to go along with it without actually lettin? him 
know what we was doin?. As it turned out, this was very easily accomplished, 
partially because he was distracted tryin? to figure out what to do about the 
kingdom?s finances, and partially because he had started drinkin? early that 
day ... somethin? which seems to go hand in glove with workin? with numbers. 
In any case, with a  
minimum of verbal duckin? and weavin?, I emerged with a scroll reassignin? 
Spyder as Royal Investigator and his approval for Pookie and me to tag along 
as his personal envoys. Piece of cake.  
As to the actual scoutin?, I figured it would literally be a walk in the country. A 
stroll around the kingdom away from hassles and jealousies of the palace and 
court. Un-fortuitously, as Nunzio is so fond of pointin? out to me, I am not the 
swiftest or most detail-oriented person when it comes to such calculations.  
What I had overlooked in my assessment of this assignment was who I would 
be workin? with: to wit, Spyder and Pookie.  
Now, I must hasten to qualify that by sayin? that I have nothin? against either of 
these two. I?ve always had a soft spot for Spyder since our days in the Army 
when she kept mouthin? off to the Drill Instructor who was easily three times 
her size, taking the best he could dish out in the way of backlash, and still 
keep givin? him attitude. (Okay. So it wasn?t real smart, but it showed a never-
say-die spirit that is not all that easy to find these days.) As for Pookie, 
everything I?ve seen about her marks her as a seasoned pro, starting with our 
first meetin? when she knocked me cold but didn?t kill me when she thought I 
was attackin? the boss.  
All of which is to say that I like Spyder and I respect Pookie. As such, it never 
occurred to me that there would be any problem with the three of us workin? 
together as a team. I still maintain my reasonin? was correct as far as it went. 
The factor that I didn?t take into consideration was that we had set up a team 
consistin? of one male, which was me, and two females ... both of whom had 
what might be politely referred to as ?highly competitive natures.?  
This oversight rapidly became apparent soon after our tour had started. We 
had stopped for our first rest break, which was really Spyder and me restin? 
while Pookie roamed on ahead a little ?to look things over.?  
?So tell me, Swatter,? Spyder sez, starin? after Pookie, ?why is it we need three 
people for this scouting mission??  
Now, right away I don?t like the sounds of this, but decide to play it straight at 
least for the beginnin?. I mean, on the off chance Spyder is on the level, it is 
part of the duty of the old guard to help the newcomers gain experience by 
answerin? their questions so?s they don?t  
have to learn everything by trial and error.  
?The main reason is that there?s safety in numbers,? I sez. ?Seein? as how we 
are not sure how many of the opposition there may be, much less who they 
are or what level of skill or arms they might have, we have a better chance of 
dissuadin? them from doin? anything foolish with a substantial show of strength 
on our side. What is more, should we fail in said dissuadin?, that same 
strength increases our odds of survivin? said foolishness once they commence 
the doin?.?  
?I?m not quite sure I got that,? she sez.  
I sigh, realizin? once more that a goodly percentage of the population does not 
share my command of the language.  
?Simply put, three of us will make anyone think long and hard about jumping 
us... and if they do, we can probably make them wish they hadn?t.?  
?Oh. Got it,? she sez.  
She lapses into silence for a while, and I congratulate myself on my abilities 
as a teacher.  
?But why her?? Spyder continues suddenly.  
?Excuse me?? I sez, momentarily caught off guard in midself-congratulatin?.  
?You have a fairly good-sized crew back there at the palace,? she sez. ?Why 
did you have to insist on dragging along the lizard lady? For that matter, you 
and I could probably handle things on by ourselves.?  
Now, I have a clear recollection of Spyder bein? at the meetin? when Pookie 
volunteered to come along with us, but no memory at all of my insistin? on that 
point. Rather than arguin? this, however, I decide to cut to the chase and go 
after the main issue at hand.  
?Why, Spyder, I am surprised at you,? I sez, shakin? my head. ?For a minute 
there you sounded just like a jealous female.?  
?It isn?t that, Swatter ... well, not entirely,? she sez. ?It?s just that having 
someone else along is like saying that you don?t think I?m good enough to 
cover your back. And then when you make it her... I guess it?s hard for me not 
to take it personally.?  
?Now I want you to listen to this close,? I sez sternly, ? ?cause I do not want to 
have to go over it again. You are a good kid, Spyder, and I have liked you 
since the first day we met in boot camp. You are tougher than any three army 
types I have met, exceptin? maybe me and  
Nunzio when we was in, and I would never worry if you was coverin? my back. 
You?re smart, and you got great potential and a good future at whatever you 
decide to apply yourself to. In contrast, though, Pookie is a professional. She 
has made her decision and already done her developin?. What is more, from 
what I?ve learned about Pervects like her and Aahz, she?s been a professional 
for longer than you?ve been alive. She is good at what she does, and we are 
lucky to have her along on this caper. Don?t let the professional respect I have 
for her detract from your knowledge of the affection and admiration I hold for 
you. Instead of sulkin? and feelin? bad, you should be takin? advantage of this 
chance to watch her in action. You can maybe learn a few things, which is 
what I am hopin? to do myself.?  
At this, Spyder sort of grunts and pulls into herself. I am not completely able to 
ascertain if this is because she is considerin? my words or merely sulkin?. In 
part, this is because Pookie has reappeared and I am slightly distracted 
watching as she approaches us.  
As she promised back at the palace, Pookie has changed her appearance by 
the use of a disguise spell so she will not upset or frighten the local populace, 
most of whom are not used to seein? a demon strollin? down the road. To this 
end, she has replaced her normal green scales, yellow eyes, and pointed ears 
with skin and hair similar to those of us who normally dwell in this dimension. 
That, however, is as far as she has gone with her disguise.  
What she has not changed is the fact that she is noticeably a female type. I 
had considered suggestin? to her that she might be less noticeable and more 
authoritative if she had disguised herself as a male type, but upon further 
consideration felt that it might be detrimental to my continued good health to 
attempt to argue the male/female thing with her.  
Further addin? to her current image is that she has retained her normal workin? 
clothes, which for her consists of a sort of skin-tight leather jump suit with 
assorted straps and slash pockets for carryin? her arsenal. Not only does this 
outfit fail to hide the above-mentioned fact that she is female, it also clearly 
marks her as someone who is not normally from these parts.  
Last but not least, the disguise spell has done nothing to change the way she 
moves. Now if this latter piece of information does not mean  
anything to you, then you have never spent any time in a profession or 
situation wherein your survival depends on an accurate appraisal of the 
violence potential of those comin? toward you before the actual action starts. 
For most people, movin? consists of little more than puttin? one foot in front of 
the other. In this manner, they manage to propel themselves from place to 
place without fallin? over, but that is about the extent of it. Trained athletes and 
those such as myself who have developed their muscles for use beyond 
normal walk-a-day necessities are more smooth and balanced when they 
move, but still tend to be a bit on the heavy-footed side. Pookie is one of the 
rare types that do not move so much as they glide. Not only are they always 
balanced, but each gesture and movement flows into the next like it is some 
dance that only they hear the music to. When you see someone who moves 
in this manner, as pleasing as it is to the eye, I strongly advise that you do not 
enter into a hassle-type confrontation with them, for they are likely able to tag 
you three hits to your one and from directions you did not consider possible to 
be hit from. Movin? as she does, it is clear to me that, disguise spell or no, 
Pookie will not exactly blend into the crowd wherever we go.  
As I said, however, it is pleasin? to the eye (professionally speakin?, of course) 
and I allow myself this pleasure as she walks up and plops down next to me.  
?So, have you managed to settle things with your little girlfriend?? she sez, 
shooting a glance over at Spyder?s back, as that individual has chosen to walk 
away as Pookie approached.  
Now havin? just played this scene with Spyder, I am in no mood to treat such 
banter lightly.  
?Pookie,? I sez, ?meanin? no disrespect to your age, the exact numbers of 
which you have not chosen to share, I must ask if you can still recall bein? 
young??  
This earns me a sideways glance and a pause before she responds.  
?It?s a stretch,? she sez, ?but I think I have some dim recollection of those 
days.?  
?In that case,? I sez, ?you might recall how it was when you was first getting 
started in the rough-and-tumble business. However cocky you might have 
been at the time, there was always a strong undercurrent of insecurity. The 
funny thing was, even more than  
wonderin? how you would match up against the opposition when the crunch 
went down, you was worried about fittin? in with those who were on your own 
side. To my estimation, that is what is goin? on with our young colleague over 
there.?  
?Hmrn. Interesting point,? Pookie sez, nodding slowly. ?You know, Guido, 
you?re a lot more sensitive and perceptive than you let on.?  
?To answer your question, however,? I sez, ignorin? the compliment as I have 
never been good at acceptin? them, ?Spyder did ask me about your role in our 
expedition. What I told her was that rather than viewin? you as a rival, that she 
would be better off puttin? her jealousies and insecurities aside and learnin? 
from you, as you are obviously a professional who would never let such things 
affect your actions or judgments.?  
?Ouch,? Pookie sez with a grimace. ?Okay, Guido. You?ve made your point. I?ll 
pull in my claws and take the little darling under my wing ... to mix a 
metaphor.?  
?Good,? I sez. ?That will probably make this caper much easier on all of us.?  
?Speaking of that,? Pookie sez, ?can you give me a bit more input as to exactly 
what it is we?re doing? I?ve been in a lot of different kinds of action, but a tax 
investigator or a royal envoy is a new one to me.?  
?Actually,? I sez, ?this is not a bad time for us to go over that together. Hey, 
Spyder!?  
When she looks over, I beckon for her to join us.  
?We were just talkin? about how this might be a good time to go over how we 
are goin? to approach this caper,? I explain.  
?Now, as I see it, we are supposed to be checkin? out what, if any, plots are 
bein? hatched against the Boss and either neutralize them or report back to 
the team to plan some counter-measures.?  
?That?s the plan as I understand it,? Spyder sez with a shrug. ?Since most of 
the rumours we?ve gotten have come from the Army types who have been 
reassigned as tax collectors, we?re going to try to intercept them at one of 
their rendezvous points and interview them to find out exactly what?s going on. 
Depending on what we hear, we?ll make our plans from there.?  
?Right,? I sez. ?The rendezvous point we are headin? for right now is the one 
for the tax teams workin? the population centres closest to the  
palace. The theory there bein? that those areas pose the most immediate-type 
threat to the Boss.?  
?Okay. I understand all that,? Pookie sez. ?I guess my question is, how do we 
play it? Are we the velvet glove or the iron fist??  
?That is indeed going to be the tricky part,? I sez. ?On the one hand we want to 
put a stop to any foolishness which might be in the makin?, but on the other 
hand we have got to be careful that we do not inadvertently stir up more 
trouble than we are quellin?. Again, we will just have to wait and see who and 
what it is we are up against.?  
?Well, we aren?t going to find out sitting around here,? Spyder sez. ?I guess it?s 
time for us to get moving again. Ummm ... Pookie? Can I talk with you for a 
bit? I?ve got some questions about your disguise spell.?  
?Sure, kid,? Pookie sez. ?Whatever you want to know.?  
I wait for a while, curious about what it is they are goin? to say, but then I 
realize they are both starin? at me. Takin? the hint, I get up and start along the 
trail again. They give me a bit of a lead, then follow along, just out of earshot.  
As much as I had encouraged them both to talk to each other, I find this 
arrangement to be a bit annoyin?, as it leaves me with no one to talk to except 
myself. Then, as the sound of both of them laughin? reaches me, I begin to 
contemplate which is worse: Travelin? with two women who do not get along, 
or travelin? with two women who do.  
FIVE  
I am forced to admit that the balance of our journey to the rendezvous point 
was one of the more interestin? trips I have ever partaken of.  
Most of this arose from Spyder?s interest in Pookie?s disguise spellin? abilities. 
This interest took the form not only of questions as to the extent and 
limitations of said spell, but numerous requests for demonstrations of the 
same.  
From what I managed to overhear, it seems that much of Spyder?s personality 
evolved as a direct result of her appearance. That is to say, she was always a 
skinny tomboy type that no one took seriously as a  
girl. Bein? faced with such overwhelmin? evidence that she had no chance to 
compete in the feminine games, she naturally took up the tough-babe 
mannerisms as it was the only outlet for her previously mentioned competitive 
streak. Now, already well into her formative years, all that had changed with 
her discovery of disguise spells.  
As we made our way along, Pookie showed off her magical prowess by 
providin? Spyder with a seeming endless array of different body types and 
outfits ... ?new looks,? as she referred to them. What is more, each new look 
included a certain amount of coachin? as to how to move and act to make said 
look believable. This provided them both with hours of amusement as they 
huddled and giggled together, happy as a pair of defendants in front of a 
bought jury. Spyder was havin? the time of her life playin? at bein? various 
types of broads, and Pookie was takin? advantage of a rare opportunity to play 
dress-up with a real live doll.  
I myself did not take part in these festivities. In fact, any effort on my part to 
offer input or opinions was firmly discouraged, rejected by a series of glares 
and eye-rollin?s along with various snorts and murmured comments in which 
?men? seemed to be the main derogatory word employed.  
Even though, as everyone knows, I am a sensitive soul who enjoys social-
type interaction, this exclusion does not bother me over much. In fact after a 
while, it becomes rather enjoyable watchin? the two of them at play.  
For one thing, as I have noted before, neither one of them is particularly hard 
on the eyes, especially not in some of the outfits that Pookie is tryin? on 
Spyder, most of which display considerably more of her anatomy than has 
previously been my privilege to view.  
Then, too, I have other things with which to occupy my mind. You see, with all 
this contemplative time at my disposal, I have been able to consider from 
many angles the situational into which we are walkin?. While, despite my 
considerable experience on the subject, I do not pretend to know women as 
well as women do, on the other hand, I do know men.  
What we are effectively going to do when we reach the rendezvous is to walk 
in on a pack of workin? men and assert ourselves as authority types, requirin? 
that they explain themselves and their actions to us for our analysis and 
approval. This in itself is not a situation designed to  
endear ourselves to the individuals under examination, as they tend to 
automatically resent any outsider tryin? to tell them how to do their jobs. On 
top of this, the main authority type, our Royal Investigator, is a female type 
who is currently workin? overtime learnin? how to be cute and cuddly.  
Now, I am not one who refuses or resents havin? to accept female types in 
authority roles, and I do not defend those backward thinkin? members of my 
gender who do. The actualities of the world, however, require the 
acknowledgement that those types do exist, and, from my observations during 
my limited time in the ranks, seem to make up a majority of the Army types 
like those we are on our way to question.  
Takin? all this into consideration, I am devotin? the majority of my attention as 
we travel to stretchin? and prep-pin? my muscles, as well as updatin? the 
maintenance on my travelin? weaponry, honin? and oilin? as necessary. As I 
have noted before, a large part of bein? a peace-lovin? individual consists of 
bein? willin? and able to quash any trouble as soon as it starts, if not a little 
before.  
When we arrives at the rendezvous, we all experience some surprise to find 
that we are the only ones there. That is to say, Pookie and Spyder are 
surprised that the Army types is not present, while I am surprised that they are 
surprised. Judgin? from my own limited military-type service, which Spyder 
was a part of, when assigned to some lame duty like garrison or tax collection 
and in the absence of any officer-types, it is unlikely at best that any soldier 
worth his or her salt will remain at the barracks or bivouac if there is anything 
at all more interestin? in the immediate vicinity.  
In our case, it had been a dubious establishment called Abdul?s Sushi Bar and 
Bait Shop. With minimal searchin? and inquirin?, we discovered the hangout of 
the Army types we was supposed to be redezvousin? with. It was a 
bedraggled-lookin? place called the Tiki Lounge, which was decorated on the 
outside with dead brash and carved logs in a half-hearted effort to give it the 
appearance of a grass hut. To my practiced eye, it was obvious that some fire 
inspector?s palm had been heavily greased to have approved something that 
gave every appearance of bein? a bonfire waitin? for the first torch. I also 
notices that the place has very few windows, and that the ones it does have 
are painted over black.  
?Um, maybe we should wait until it?s dark,? I sez.  
?What for?? Pookie sez.  
?Oh, just a thought,? I sez.  
?Well,? sez Spyder, startin? for the door, ?I don?t see any reason why we 
shouldn?t get started right now.?  
?Just a second,? I sez, shuttin? my right eye and holdin? my hand flat against it. 
?I think I got something in my eye.?  
They fidgets a bit, but wait sort of patiently while I counts to a hundred.  
?Okay. Let?s go,? I sez at last, still holdin? my hand against my eye. ?After you, 
ladies.?  
I hold the door for them as they enter, then follow them in. As I do, I drop my 
hand, open my right eye and close the left one.  
This is, of course, an old trick. When movin? from a light area to a dark one, it 
takes a few moments for the eyes to adjust to the change in light. Those few 
moments can be extremely dangerous if there are potential hostiles in the 
area you are enterin? whose eyes are already accustomed to that lighting 
condition. To counter this, it is wise, if one has the time, to allow one eye, 
preferably one?s dominant shootin? eye, to pre-adjust prior to makin? one?s 
entrance. It may only make a little difference, but sometimes that small 
difference can save one?s life.  
Anyway, I slides inside and step sideways (so?s I won?t be silhouetted by the 
door before it closes) and scopes the place out. It is dark, as the painted-over 
windows had indicated, lit only by candles flickerin? on the low tables on the 
main floor and along the bar. There is a small group of locals clustered around 
a table in the corner, but I pay them little attention. Instead, I focuses on the 
dozen or so Army types hangin? on the bar and sprawled at nearby tables.  
As near as I can tell, they is all low-level rankers without an officer or even a 
non-com amongst them. This also means they are relaxed and happy as only 
off-duty army types can be. It looks like they was all talkin? and drinkin? and 
playin? cards before we came in, which is to say simply enjoyin? each other?s 
company. That was before we came in. Now, to a man, they are all focused 
on Spyder. Remember how I mentioned that Pookie had been ex-perimentin? 
with changin? Spyder?s looks by usin? her disguise spell? Well, at the moment 
the outfit Spyder  
is wearin? bears only a passin? resemblance to the army?s normal uniform. I 
believe I described said uniform back when Nunzio and me signed on for our 
brief stint in the Army, but for those of youse who have short memories, or, 
perhaps, have neglected to purchase that particular volume, I will reiterate. 
Basically, you have a short-sleeved flannel nightshirt, covered by a 
breastplate and skirt made of hardened leather, said skirt consistin? of multiple 
strips hangin? down from the waist. Sandals, a helmet, and a short sword 
complete the ensemble. All in all, it is designed to take an average wimp or 
pot-bellied draftee and make them look like a formidable fightin? machine. This 
is, of course, not how it looks on Spyder. First off, the flannel nightshirt has 
disappeared completely. The skirt is now noticeably shorter, like about 
halfway up her thighs, and is riding precariously on her hips rather than snug 
around her waist. Just in case this latter adaptation escapes the notice, it is 
emphasized by a noticeable reduction in the breastplate to a point where it not 
only leaves a wide stretch of her midsection exposed, it is barely large enough 
to qualify for its name.  
The overall effect would qualify her for the centrefold of an Army-type 
magazine ... if they had such things in this dimension. All she?d need would be 
a staple in her navel.  
There is several long beats of utter silence as the room drinks in this vision. 
Then Spyder breaks the spell by openin? her mouth.  
?Could you gentlemen direct me to the person in charge?? she purrs in a 
husky, tuck-me-in voice.  
?Well, I?ll tell you, Sweetheart,? sez one brawny individual sprawled at a 
nearby table. ?The Sarge isn?t here right now, but if you want to wait for him, 
you can sit on my lap.?  
He gives a big, exaggerated wink to the other Army types in the room, who 
respond by eruptin? in guffaws and wolf whistles.  
Spyder starts to turn red, which to those of us who know her definitely does 
not mean she is gettin? embarrassed. Rather, it is clear that we is about one 
step short of a full-blown donnybrook.  
Unfortunately, someone thinks it is a good idea to take that step. One of the 
Army types sittin? directly behind Spyder decided to get cute by liftin? up the 
back of her skirt to try to peek under it.  
Now, disguise spell or not, what?s under it is still Spyder. Instead of givin? out a 
girlish squeal or tryin? to hold her skirt down, she simply  
pivots around and nails the guy with an overhand power punch. His seated 
position puts him lower than her, so she gets her full weight behind the hit with 
a bit of torque from a hip twist for a bonus. He goes down, not over the back 
of his chair but with it crumplin? under him, and doesn?t twitch.  
The laughter stops like a popped balloon as the rest of the Army types gape 
at their fallen buddy.  
?Spyder, dear,? sez Pookie, easin? forward, ?what did I tell you about how a 
lady acts??  
?He was asking for it,? Spyder growls, still hot under the collar.  
?True enough,? Pookie sez. ?But, you see ...? Without lookin?, she comes down 
with her left hand on the back of an occupied chair, dumpin? the soldier sittin? 
there on his back. At the same time, her right comes up behind the back of 
the head of the guy sittin? next to him, slammin? his forehead onto the table. 
Without a break in her movement, she leans across the table to the other two 
Army types sittin? there and slaps their heads together hard enough that their 
eyes cross and they slide to the floor.  
?... you can handle situations like this without breaking into a sweat,? she 
finishes. ?Needless exertion is not the mark of a real lady.?  
?I see,? Spyder sez, noddin? slowly. ?Thanks for the tip, Pookie.?  
It would be nice if that was enough to settle things, but by my calculations, 
that was only five out of twelve down, leavin? seven still in good condition. 
What?s more, the survivors were no longer in a playful mood. They are slowly 
gettin? to their feet with blood in their eyes.  
I figure it is about time I took a hand before things get serious and someone 
get hurt.  
?Atten-HUT!!? I barks in my best parade ground voice and kick the door 
behind me open.  
Now if there?s one thing the Army drills into its recruits startin? in Basic, it?s 
how to hit the position of ?attention? at any given moment... like if an officer 
type walks into the room. The Army types still on their feet immediately stiffen 
into said position, and even the ones still on the floor go a little more rigid.  
This tableau holds for several moments, then someone sneaks a peek to try 
to figure out why they are called upon to perform in such a manner during 
what is obviously their off time. What he sees is me silhouetted in the doorway 
with one of my hand-sized crossbows cocked and loaded.  
?As you were,? I sez with a wide smile.  
Of course, catchin? ?em all with such an easy trick does nothin? toward 
improvin? their mood.  
?Real cute, fellah,? one of them sez, turnin? toward me. ?You want a piece of 
this action??  
?Just an interested observer,? I sez, still hangin? onto the crossbow. ?I would 
suggest, however, that before you go any further it might be wise to examine 
the young lady?s orders. Particularly notice who signed them.?  
?I don?t care if they?re signed by Queen Hemlock herself,? the guy spits. 
?We?ve got some payback coming.?  
?Close, but not quite,? I sez. ?We?re not talkin? the Queen. She?s under orders 
from the Great Skeeve.?  
?The magician?? he sez, swallowin? hard.  
?That?s the only Skeeve that I know,? I sez with a shrug. ?Now that you?re 
aware of the real situation, however, if you want to keep playing around with 
his personally appointed Investigator, I figure that?s up to you.?  
With that I fold my arms and lean against the door frame, a study of casual 
disinterest if I do say so myself.  
?Nice speech, Guido,? comes a voice from directly behind me, makin? me jump 
slightly. ?Good to see you haven?t lost your delicate touch in handling the 
troops.?  
I turns around to discover Sergeant Smiley, my old Drill Instructor, grinnin? at 
me.  
SIX  
?So, Guido. What have you been doing with yourself lately?? Sergeant Smiley 
sez. ?I was hearing good things about you after you  
left basic.?  
?You did?? I sez, surprised.  
?Sure. I always try to keep track of my boys after they leave training. My 
ladies, too.? He gives a small bow towards Spyder without standin? up.  
We is all sittin? around a table at the same Tiki Lounge, except now it has 
been cleared of Army types except for the Sergeant and Spyder.  
?Anyway,? he sez, ?I heard you got a couple fast promotions, then you 
dropped out of sight. Some scuttlebutt said you were pulled for Officer?s 
Training. Other rumours had you on special assignment to the Royal Palace. 
Now I find you all decked out in civvies tagging along with a Special 
Investigator. All in all, you seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.?  
Now, even though I kinda liked Sergeant Smiley, I did not feel inclined to tell 
him the whole truth, particularly under the current circumstances which is to 
say not under oath. While we were sort of old Army buddies, I was not sure 
how long that relationship would last if it came to light that I had been in the 
Army specifically to mess it up so that it would stop advancin? so fast while we 
figured out how to stop Queen Hemlock permanently.  
?Can?t complain,? I sez carefully. ?How about yourself? The last time I saw 
you, you were whippin? recruits into shape.?  
?It?s the new reorganization thing,? he sez with a sigh. ?Now that we aren?t on 
wartime footing, there?s no need to recruit and train new soldiers. In fact, what 
with the cutbacks, we?re hard-pressed to figure out what to do with the ones 
we have. I?ve got enough years in that I got to pick and choose when it came 
to re-assignment, so I went with what looked like easy duty with the new tax 
collecting unit.?  
He pauses to take a sip of his drink and makes a face.  
?Easy duty. Yeah, right. It?s like an open season on tax collectors, and we 
can?t even get to shoot back because they?re Possiltum citizens.?  
?Could you, perhaps, elucidate that a little?? I sez.  
?I could,? sez Smiley, ?but I?ll admit I?m curious as to why you?re so interested.?  
I thinks for a few, then give a shrug.  
?I don?t think it?s supposed to be a secret or nothin?,? I sez. ?There have been 
some rumours back at the castle that there may be a rebellion type uprisin? in 
the makin?. We have therefore been sent out to check it out and report back 
as to how serious it is. Since it seems you have essentially been in the front 
lines when encounterin? signs of unrest, any input you can give us would not 
only be greatly appreciated, it would help us immensely in our investigatin?.?  
?That makes sense.? Smiley nods.  
?It does?? sez Spyder, but Pookie gives her a nudge and she shuts up.  
?For the most part,? Smiley sez, missin? the byplay, ?it?s just been some 
shouting and maybe a little produce tossing. Nothing particularly out of the 
normal, considering the popularity of tax collectors. The ones that get to me 
are the bozos who are actually holding up the collection squads.?  
?Let?s start there,? I sez. ?I notice that you have referred to them in the plural, 
which would indicate to me more than one. In your opinion, is this an 
indication of an organized uprisin???  
?I don?t think so,? Smiley sez, narrowin? his eyes in thought. ?As near as I can 
tell, it?s two separate groups operating independently of each other.?  
?Could you elaborate a little?? Pookie sez. ?Someone of your military expertise 
couldn?t help but notice details that would prove invaluable in our efforts.?  
Now Smiley is as vulnerable as any guy to bein? flattered by a doll, and he 
puffs up like a toad.  
?Well, as I say, it would seem to be two independent groups,? he sez. ?That?s 
based on the fact that they are operating in different locations and have two 
distinctly different methods of operation.  
?There?s one group that operates in and around the Royal Game Preserve. 
What they do is stay out of sight back in the underbrush. They launch a flight 
of arrows over the heads of the collection squad to prove that they?re well 
within bow shot, then call out for the squad to leave the money and keep 
moving. It?s interesting that they haven?t actually hit anyone yet, but the threat 
alone is enough for the boys to surrender up the money and back away.?  
?They don?t put up any kind of a fight? They just leave the money?? Spyder 
sez. Smiley makes a face.  
?You?ve got to understand,? he sez. ?Our standing orders are not to fire on the 
civilian populace. Remember that this is an internal assignment, not front-line 
work where any opposition is clearly enemy action. These are the civilians 
we?re supposed to be protecting, and the brass doesn?t want any incidents 
that could stir up the locals against the Army.?  
He takes another sip of his drink, then shakes his head. ?I?ll be honest with 
you, though. Even if we weren?t under orders not to fight, I?m not sure we 
could catch these guys. The woods are pretty thick and stretch a long way. 
What?s more, it?s their home turf, which gives them a big advantage. If they 
outnumbered us, they could keep picking us off from hiding and we wouldn?t 
stand a chance. If we had them outnumbered, they could just melt away into 
the brush and we?d never catch them.?  
?With terrain goes the victory,? Pookie murmurs.  
?That?s right,? Smiley sez. ?Say. It sounds like you know a bit about military 
tactics yourself.?  
?You said there were two groups,? I sez, quick-like to distract him from askin? 
too much about Pookie?s background. ?What about the other group??  
?The other one?s a real clown,? Smiley sez, gettin? back to the subject. ?It?s 
only one guy, and he?s dressed all in black, complete with a mask and a cape. 
What he does is pop up in the road ahead of the squad, waving a sword 
around and demanding that they surrender up the money and move on or 
suffer his wrath.? ?Suffer his wrath?? I sez.  
?That?s what he says.? Smiley nods. ?Word for word. I couldn?t make us 
something like that.?  
?Wait a minute,? Spyder sez. ?You?re saying that an entire squad backs down 
from one guy with a sword??  
?It?s a bit more than that,? Smiley sez, sternly. ?The guy in black does all the 
talking, but he?s got a backup with him as well. Any time we?ve seen this joker, 
there?s another guy standing in the background. He?s a big guy, almost as big 
as you, Swatter. More important, he?s got a crossbow, a custom job, trained 
on the squad and makes it real apparent that anyone who doesn?t go along 
with the gag isn?t going to make it back to the barracks.?  
?But there?s only one shot in a crossbow, compared to how many in  
a squad?? Spyder sez.  
?Uh-huh,? Smiley sez. ?The problem is, no one is particularly eager to be on 
the receiving end of that one shot. Also, remember that we?re under orders 
not to fight with the civilians.?  
?That?s convenient,? Spyder mutters.  
?Tell me more about that custom crossbow,? I sez before Smiley can go after 
Spyder.  
?That?s easy,? Smiley sez. ?Without looking at them close up or actually 
handling them, I?d say it?s almost identical to that mini crossbow you were 
waving at the boys when I came in.?  
Now to say that I found that titbit of information particularly intriguin? would be 
more than a little understatin?. You see, both Nunzio and myself get our 
crossbows exclusively from a guy named Lolo, who is the finest crossbow 
maker I?ve met. While I?ve heard he does some work for Renaissance Fair 
people and some of the Medieval recreation types, the bulk of his production 
is bought up by people like us, which is to say those associated with or 
connected to the Mob.  
?Could you give us some specific information as to where each of these two 
groups is workin??? I sez, changin? the subject.  
?I can do better than that,? Smiley sez, finishin? his drink and gettin? to his feet. 
?I?ve got some maps in my tent. Come along and I?ll show you, and maybe 
buy you a drink.?  
? ? ?  
As our intrepid band of investigators leave the Tiki Lounge, let us linger for a 
moment to witness what occurs immediately upon their departure ...  
For several long moments after the investigators leave with the sergeant, the 
group of civilians who were sitting unnoticed at the corner table remain 
motionless and silent.  
Finally, one of them speaks.  
?It?s all clear now, Bee. They?ve gone now.?  
The air shimmers around three of the assemblage, then subsides, leaving 
their appearance changed, but still unremarkable.  
?That was close,? says one rather muscular fellow.  
?You can say that again, Hy,? says the man next to him, their appearance 
marking them as brothers if not twins. ?Nice work with the  
spell, Bee. But I do wish you had told us that the Swatter was on the other 
side of this little caper.?  
?I didn?t know myself,? Bee protests, drawing himself up to his full insignificant 
height. ?I was told we only had to dodge the Army, and last thing I heard, he 
and Nunzio had resigned.?  
?Whatever,? Shu says, giving his brother an elbow in the ribs. ?Now that we 
know, maybe we should rethink this whole thing.?  
?Wait a minute,? Storm says, leaning into the conversation. ?What?s going on 
here? Why are you guys so spooked all of a sudden? Who was that goon, 
anyway??  
?That was the Swatter,? Hyram Flie says. ?Or Guido, to use his real name. He 
and his cousin Nunzio were in Basic Training with us back when we first 
enlisted. In fact, he was our squad leader.?  
?To say he?s a heavy hitter would be an understatement,? supplied his brother 
Shubert. ?He took both of us to one side and gave us a lesson in manners the 
first day we were in.?  
?He?s also deadly with that crossbow,? Bee says. ?He helped me qualify, which 
was a good thing or else I?d probably still be in Basic.?  
?So he was better than the other raw recruits,? says Egor. ?So what? You all 
got better with training, didn?t you??  
?You don?t understand,? says Hy, shaking his head. ?He and Nunzio were 
better when they first signed on than any of us will ever be.?  
?That sergeant he was talking to?? Shu says. ?Well, he was our Drill Instructor. 
He got into it one time with Guido, and the Swatter took out both him and his 
corporal without even raising a sweat.?  
?Wait a minute,? says Egor. ?I thought the Army had rules against that kind of 
thing. Didn?t he get into trouble??  
?They called it a training accident,? says Hy with a grimace. ?As a matter of 
fact, he got a promotion out of it.?  
?Did you see who he had with him?? Bee says. ?Wasn?t that Spyder??  
?If it was, she?s changed her look,? says Hy.  
?Unless they were using a disguise spell for some reason,? says Shu.  
?Spyder?? says Storm.  
?Another one from our old squad,? says Hy. ?Pound for pound, one of the 
nastiest scrappers I?ve run into. Mean as a snake and twice as  
fast.?  
?Yeah. That was a heck of a punch she used to flatten her admirer when they 
first came in,? Egor says shaking his head.  
?I think you?re watching the wrong hand there,? Red Blade says, speaking up 
for the first time. ?How about the babe that took out four of them without 
blinking??  
?Another one of your old playmates?? says Storm.  
?Never saw her before,? says Hy.  
?Good,? says Storm. ?I was starting to think we were in the middle of a reunion 
here.?  
?Even without seeing her in action,? says Shu, ?if she?s hanging with Guido, 
she?s probably a top-notch professional. I sure shouldn?t want to go up against 
her.?  
?Which brings us back to our original point,? says Hy. ?Now that we?ve know 
that the Swatter and friends are in the game, do we stick around or head for 
the hills??  
?But you can?t leave!? Red Blade says. ?You agreed to help us!?  
?We agreed to sit in on this conclave, mostly because it sounded like a good 
way for a couple of soldiers on leave to meet some girls,? Hy says. ?I don?t 
remember agreeing to lock horns with a couple heavyweight widow-makers. 
That?s not a party. That?s suicide.?  
?Boys, boys,? Storm says, holding up her hands. ?Nothing?s changed just 
because there are a couple extra hitters wandering around. Remember the 
whole idea of this plan is that we don?t directly go up against anybody. They?re 
looking for whoever is hassling the tax collectors, and that isn?t us. Now let?s 
have a couple drinks and talk about this calmly.?  
?Drinks are good,? Bee says. ?Okay. Who?s having what??  
?Same as the last time,? Shu says, glancing at his brother.  
?Blood! Blood and raw meat!? says the elf from his corner.  
?I told you before, they don?t serve that stuff here,? Hy growls. ?Where did you 
find this guy, anyway, Storm??  
?Ordered him from the Complete Elfquest Catalog,? Storm says. ?Cut him 
some slack. He doesn?t come cheap.?  
?I still want to know where you?re going to find a dwarf,? says PeeWee. ?Right 
now, I?m the shortest one in the whole crew.?  
There was a tactful moment of silence from the rest of the  
fellowship.  
?And, of course, another Volcano,? Bee says wearily. Truth to tell, that was the 
reason they were using the Tiki Lounge as their base of operation. Despite 
extensive research and inquiries, the only volcano they had been able to find 
in the entire kingdom of Possiltum, even with its expanded borders, was the 
specialty drink that was served here during Happy Hour.  
They waited for their drinks to arrive; then, with great ceremony and solemnity 
unwrapped their prized ring, complete with severed finger, and dropped it into 
the flaming drink.  
Nothing happened. Again.  
Just like nothing had happened the last dozen times they tried it.  
Also, like the last dozen times, no one was interested in actually drinking the 
Volcano after the ring and finger were reclaimed.  
SEVEN  
After bein? briefed by Sergeant Smiley and maybe havin? a couple more drinks 
for old times? sake, we holed up for a war council to decide what our next 
move should be. Two hours later, we was still councilin?. If you deduces from 
this that things was not goin? smoothly, you would be absolutely correct.  
?And I?m sayin? that our mission is finished and we should report back to the 
Royal Palace,? I sez, gettin? a bit testy.  
We had been havin? this argument since about five sentences into the meetin?, 
with neither side givin? ground. This is, in itself, sayin? somethin?, as I was 
holdin? down one side of the argument by myself, while Spyder and Pookie 
were united against me.  
?We?re supposed to be scouting out potential centres of rebellion,? Pookie sez. 
?Until we?ve looked into it first hand, all we have is rumour. We could have 
done that back sitting on our butts back at the palace.?  
?We?ve had an in-depth briefin? from the Army types who have been 
experiencin? it all first-hand,? I sez. ?In their opinion, there is no organized 
rebellion. Just a couple small groups rippin? off the tax  
collectors. Now we have to report that back to the Boss and see what he 
thinks we should do next. Whatever else he is, Skeeve is still my Boss both in 
M.Y.T.H. Inc. and in the Mob. One thing I?ve learned over the years is the 
secret to a long and prosperous career, not to mention an extended lifespan, 
is to not get carried away with independent action by tryin? to second-guess 
what the Boss wants you to do.?  
?But we aren?t taking independent action,? Pookie sez. ?We?re just going to 
scout out the situation, which is what he told us to do in the first place.?  
?Hang on, Pookie,? Spyder sez, steppin? between us. ?Talk to me, Swatter. 
What?s really bothering you??  
?Like I?ve been sayin?. The Boss ...?  
?I know what you?ve been saying,? Spyder interrupts. ?I also know you. Back in 
Basic, you pretty much ran the Bug Squad right under the nose of the Drill 
Instructor. When we got assigned to garrison duty and then the supply depot, 
you were still running things, and doing an excellent job of it. I know you can 
operate independently without playing ?mother-may-I? waiting for specific 
orders. So how come all of a sudden you?re dragging your feet? There?s got to 
be more to it than the chain of command. Heck, this whole expedition was 
your idea. So tell us what?s eating you and quit trying to hide behind 
procedures.?  
The trouble was, she was dead-on right. I don?t mind stretchin? the facts or 
obscurin? the truth a bit in front of a jury or even, occasionally, my colleagues, 
but I hate gettin? caught at it.  
I rubbed my jaw while I thought things through, then decided to come clean.  
?Okay, I?ll admit it,? I sez. ?I?m pretty good when it comes to the rough and 
tumble stuff, but I?m a specialist.  
Nearly all of the work I?ve done has been in cities and towns workin? against 
other individuals or gangs that are tryin? to avoid public attention. That?s the 
kind of work I do. That?s the kind of work I?ve trained for. The idea of wanderin? 
around the woods tryin? to run down opposition of an undisclosed number and 
strength that know the territory like we don?t and aren?t adverse to shootin? 
from hidin? leaves me cold. In that situation, we?ll be as much out of our depth 
as the country bumpkins are when they come into the big city.?  
?What you?re trying to say is that you?re scared,? Spyder sez.  
I start to draw myself up to my considerable height, then just give a little shrug 
instead.  
?Okay. If that?s what you want to think, I?m scared,? I sez. ?That doesn?t 
change the circumstantials of the situation.?  
?Pull in your claws, Spyder dear,? Pookie sez, comin? to my defense. ?Guido 
isn?t scared; he?s being a professional. Unlike some of the wannabe toughs 
you may have encountered in the past, Guido is the genuine article. He is 
tough, so he doesn?t have to work at trying to prove it ... even when 
provoked.?  
Now I knew that, but it was nice to hear Pookie say the things I was naturally 
too modest to point out myself. ?You see, there?s a difference between being 
scared and acknowledging a potentially dangerous situation,? Pookie 
continues. ?Guido has raised a valid point here. We?re potentially walking into 
a fight where the enemy has all the cards. It?s worth thinking through before 
we commit ourselves.?  
?If the Boss says to do it, I?ll do it,? I sez with a shrug. ?It won?t be the first time 
I?ve walked into bad odds with my eyes open. But I still say if there?s a good 
chance of us gettin? whacked, we should pass along what we?ve found out so 
far first, so?s the next crew doesn?t have to start from scratch.?  
Spyder kinda sags a bit like somebody let the air out of her. All of a sudden, 
instead of lookin? like a junior tough, she looks like a little kid that?s been told 
she can?t go to the party.  
?So we report back to the palace,? she says in a flat tone. ?The wizard gets his 
information and there?s no more need for my services as a Royal Investigator. 
Sorry if I was pushing it there for a while, Guido. It?s just that I?ve been having 
so much fun, I guess I wanted to try to prolong it a little.?  
It becomes clear to me now what has been motivatin? this big drive to continue 
the investigation. Spyder has been havin? the time of her life hangin? out with 
Pookie and me. Instead of bein? a misfit and fightin? every day just to be 
accepted, we?ve been treatin? her like a favorite kid sister. Particularly Pookie, 
who has been givin? her tips on everything from how to dress sexy to how to 
take out a couple of loudmouths without even mussin? her hair. When this 
assignment is over, Pookie  
and I go back to workin? with the rest of our usual crew, which as I have said 
before are all top-notch both as fighters and as friends. Spyder, on the other 
hand, would have to rejoin her unit in the Army, an existence which, as I can 
testify from first-hand experience, is drab at best. This is a fate I would not 
wish on my worst enemy, much less someone I have a fondness for as I do 
Spyder.  
Pookie catches my eye with a look that sez that her thoughts are rannin? along 
similar lines.  
?Urn, let?s go over this all once more,? I sez, stallin? for time while I think. 
?Sure, I got my opinions, but I don?t like to think of myself as bein? closed-
minded. Maybe there?s something I?ve been overlookin?.?  
Spyder starts to roll her eyes, then realizes that I might be softening my 
position and tries to look attentive.  
?There are two different groups that we know of,? I sez.  
?That?s right,? Pookie sez, pickin? up my cue. ?The peek-a-boo crew in the 
Royal Game Preserve, and the clown in the costume.?  
I nod and start drumming my fingers thoughtfully.  
?Now, of the two, the forest guys are the bigger potential threat. The question 
is, is there any way we can do a little more snoopin? around about them 
without actually goin? into the woods after them??  
?Didn?t the sergeant say something about a subdivision close to the forest?? 
Pookie sez.  
?Yeah. The Sherwood Arms,? I sez. ?So??  
?Well, what we seem to be confronted with is minor-league guerrilla warfare,? 
Pookie sez. ?According to most military experts, guerrillas can?t operate 
without popular, local support. Maybe we can pick up some information in that 
subdivision.?  
?I thought that they?d be living off the land,? Spyder sez. ?I mean, there must 
be plenty of game in the Game Preserve.?  
?Uh-huh,? I sez. ?Ever tried to actually eat wild game? It?s not bad for an 
occasional variation from one?s diet, but on a steady basis it?s pretty bad, 
unless you have someone cookin? who really knows what they?re doing.?  
?Besides,? Pookie sez, ?they?ve been swiping money from the tax collectors. 
You don?t need gold if you?re living off the land. It?s a good bet that they?re 
spending it somewhere. That subdivision seems like a  
logical choice.?  
?Sounds like a plan,? I sez. ?Shakin? down some locals for information is a lot 
more up my alley than tryin? to play Sneaky Pete through a bunch of bushes 
and swamps. What do you think, Spyder??  
?Whatever works for you guys,? she sez, tryin? to sound casual.  
Pookie gives me a big wink so?s Spyder can?t see. I decide that not hurryin? 
back to the palace isn?t such a bad idea after all.  
EIGHT  
?You know, it?s been so long since I?ve been away from Perv, I had forgotten 
what a hoot it can be visiting other dimensions,? sez Pookie.  
As I mentioned before, I had gotten into the habit of tuning out the ladies? 
conversations as we were travelin?, as they tended to make my head hurt, but 
that comment caught my attention.  
?What brings that to mind, Pookie?? I sez.  
?Oh, just things you don?t normally come across, like that. .. what did you call 
it again, Spyder??  
?A porta-pottie,? sez Spyder?  
?See? That?s what I mean.?  
?What?s so strange about that?? sez Spyder.  
?Look around you, dear,? sez Pookie. ?We?re surrounded by a wealth of 
bushes and trees. Why invent something like a porta-pottie??  
?You can?t charge people for usin? a bush or a tree,? 1 sez.  
Pookie is silent for several minutes before she responds.  
?You and your crew have been spending a lot of time at the Bazaar at Deva 
lately, haven?t you, Guido?? she sez finally.  
?That?s right,? I sez. ?That?s where our headquarters are. So??  
?Nothing,? Pookie sez, innocent-like. ?It just explains a couple things is all.?  
During our travels, I have learned that it?s easier to get a straight answer out 
of a lawyer what knows you are both moneyed and guilty than it is to get 
Pookie to elaborate once she starts bein? evasive. As such I simply change 
the subject.  
?Realizin? we are rapidly approachin? our destination,? I sez,  
gesturing to the small clutter of buildings up ahead, ?it might be a good idea if 
we got it straight as to what our modus operandi is goin? to be once we get 
there.?  
?Could you give me a quick briefing on the general layout here, Guido?? 
Pookie sez, eyein? the buildings. ?What?s the deal with these ?subdivisions?, 
anyway??  
?It?s a fairly recent development,? I sez. ?It used to be that people would move 
away from the small farmin? communities for the excitement and culture, not to 
mention the economic opportunities, of the bigger cities. The problem was, as 
more and more people came to the cities, it got crowded and tended to draw 
what is politely referred to as ?the rougher element? who make their livin?s by 
separatin? said citizens from the gains from said economic opportunities.  
?The solution, strange as it seems, is that those citizens who were successful 
enough to afford it retreated to areas midway between the cities and the 
farms. Developers bought up abandoned or strugglin? farms, slapped up 
clusters of houses, and sold them to people who work in the city, but don?t 
want to live there. For the most part, the people we?ll be talkin? to spend their 
days in the city workin?, then travel here to the subdivisions evenings to sleep 
and spend time with their families.  
?The older, better developed subdivisions, like the Sherwood Arms up ahead, 
have gotten large enough that they have their own cluster of small businesses 
providin? food, services, and sometimes limited entertainment, so their 
residents don?t have to lug everything back from the city.?  
?So the folks in this subdivision think of themselves as ruthless, sophisticated 
city folk, but aren?t actually tough enough to handle the mean streets, eh?? 
Pookie sez.  
?That about sums it up,? I sez.  
?It that case,? Pookie sez, ?would you mind letting me take the lead on our first 
interrogation??  
?No problem,? I sez. ?You got a plan??  
?Nothing specific,? she sez. ?I just thought it might give me a chance to 
demonstrate to Spyder here the effectiveness of applied femininity. Do you 
understand what I?m saying, dear??  
?You?re going to hit someone,? Spyder sez, dutifully.  
I barely manage to suppress a rude snicker. It is clear that civilizin?  
Spyder is not a task easily accomplished. Even for someone as polished and 
tenacious as Pookie.  
?No, dear,? Pookie sez, patiently. ?Think carefully. Remember what we?ve 
been talking about in regards to subtlety??  
Spyder frowns with the unaccustomed effort of thinking. Then her expression 
brightens.  
?You?re going to threaten to hit someone,? she sez, brightly.  
This time my effort to suppress my reaction is less successful, and earns me 
a dirty look from Pookie.  
?No, dear. That?s Guido?s department,? she sez. ?We?re ladies. Tell you what. 
Just watch what I do and we?ll talk about it later.?  
? ? ?  
Unfortunately, my amusement with the situational did not last long. In fact, it 
dropped radically as soon as Pookie began her preparations.  
Mostly, this consisted of using disguise spells to alter the appearances of both 
Spyder and myself. She said this was to make us look less intimidatin? so 
people would be more inclined to let ?em think she was usin? the opportunity to 
exact a little revenge on us, as she maintained the same appearance she had 
when we was dealin? with the soldier types, and, if you?ll recall, that was not 
exactly demure and unassumin?.  
She let Spyder keep her new ?hot babe? look, but changed her outfit so it was 
no longer even a modified army uniform. Even so, the new civilian outfit was 
considerably less peek-a-boo provocative than it had been.  
The real axe job she saved for me.  
Now, I cannot argue with her basic logic, as there is no doubt that my normal 
appearance is both noticeable and awe-inspirin? and played no small part in 
my career choice. I mean, Mob enforcers tend to come in one of two body 
types: either the big and wide man-mountain model like Nunzio and myself; or 
the skinny, fast, and nasty knife-man model like Snake. Either style has the 
marked advantage of makin? regular folks want to co-operate with you without 
contestin? whether or not you are actually capable of uppin? the ante if they 
decide to be difficult. It was therefore understandable that she felt it necessary 
to lessen the impact of the visual impression I normally make on the 
uninitiated.  
I do, however, think she went a bit overboard on said lessenin?.  
First, she knocked about a third off me, both in height and in girth. Then she 
took my normally spiffy outfit and changed it to a drab overall kind of rig than 
hung on my ?new body? like a coat draped over a small chair. The buck teeth 
were a totally unnecessary touch, as I did not plan on smilin? much while 
lookin? like this.  
?That should just about do it,? Pookie sez with a grin, steppin? back to survey 
me like an artist viewin? a still-damp canvas. ?Just remember to keep your 
weapons out of sight unless we?re actually attacked.?  
This last I figure was a bit of self-protection on her part, because the way I 
was feelin? after havin? viewed my new appearance, there was no doubt in my 
mind as to who my prime target would be if I should happen to decide to 
abandon my preferred peace-lovin? manner.  
?Everybody ready?? she sez, finally. ?Spyder? Guido??  
?It?s your show,? I sez with a shrug.  
?All right. Just stay close and follow my lead.?  
We tags along as she ambles into the scattered groupin? of small businesses 
that seems to mark the hub of the subdivision. There is only a handful of 
people wanderin? about, and most of them seem to be of the housewife 
variety. In no time flat, however, she has singled out her first target. He is a 
lanky string-bean son with fiery red hair. More notably to the practiced eye. his 
clothes are several notches more expensive than anyone else?s who is 
immediately visible.  
?Excuse me? Sir?? Pookie sez, hailin? him.  
He glances around a couple times to be sure she is addressin? him, then 
comes over to where we are standin?.  
?Yes, Miss? Can I be of assistance?? he sez.  
Definitely an educated type.  
?I certainly hope so,? Pookie sez, givin? him her best smile. ?Do you live 
around here??  
?As a matter of fact, I do,? he sez, givin? the smile right back to her.  
?Then maybe you can help us. You see, my associates and I have just arrived 
in your charming community and don?t really know our way around. The thing 
is, we?re supposed to be conducting a sort of a survey, and we don?t have the 
foggiest of where to start.?  
?A survey? How fascinating.?  
As this exchange is goin? on the two of them are givin? each other the  
once over. Also the twice and three-times-over if you is actually countin?. 
Neither seems particularly disappointed with what they are seein?.  
?Anyway, I was just saying to my assistants . .. Forgive me. My name is 
Pookie. And you are . .. ??  
?Will.?  
?Pleased to meet you, Will. You see, I was thinking that if we had the help of 
someone who really knew the area, we could get our job done in no time at 
all. That would free us up to explore whatever entertainment the local nightlife 
has to offer. Of course, you?d be welcome to join me ... us... if you agree to 
help, that is.?  
She is layin? it on pretty thick, but the yokel is eatin? it up with a spoon and 
droolin? for more.  
?It just so happens that I have the afternoon free ... and the evening,? he sez, 
his smile gettin? even wider. ?What kind of a survey are you conducting??  
?We?re just trying to find out what the local opinion is of the freedom fighters 
operating out of the Royal Game Preserve,? Pookie sez.  
All of a sudden. Will is not smilin?.  
?Freedom fighters?? he sez.  
?You know,? Pookie sez with a wink, ?the ones who have been running the tax 
vultures around in circles lately??  
The guy is now literally backin? away from her.  
?I?ve never even heard of them,? he sez. ?No, ma?am. No knowledge at all. In 
fact, I don?t think I?ll be able to help you after all. Now, if you?ll excuse me??  
?Maybe you can join us later?? Pookie sez, still tryin?.  
?It occurs to me that probably wouldn?t be such a good idea,? he sez. ?People 
might get the wrong impression if we were seen together. You see, I?m 
married.?  
?I don?t mind,? Pookie sez. ?Besides, marriage isn?t anything a good lawyer 
can?t fix.?  
?Lady, I am a lawyer,? he sez. ?And I?ve never fixed ... I ever heard ... 
Goodbye.?  
With that he turns on his heel and leaves, almost run-nin? in his haste  
to put distance between him and us as we watch his retreat in bewildered 
silence.  
?Well, that was instructive,? Spyder sez.  
?Ease up, Spyder,? I sez before Pookie can go after her. ?Tell me, Pookie, is it 
just me or was there something strange with the way that scene played??  
?Definitely something wrong there,? Pookie sez, frownin?. ?I could have sworn I 
had him hooked solid. Oh well, let me give it another try.?  
The next guy she runs her routine on is a big, athletic-lookin? individual named 
John we find loading one of those portapotties onto a wagon. Unfortunately, 
it?s almost identical to what happened with Will, only without the polished 
language. John is all enthusiastic until she mentions the guys in the forest, 
then he practically tramples us makin? his getaway. As it turns out, John is 
also a married man.  
?Either married men are a lot different in this dimension, or this is a very 
strange community,? Pookie sez, her frustration startin? to show.  
?I don?t understand it either,? I sez. ?Tell you what, Pookie. Since they aren?t 
respondin? to Beauty, what say we give the Beast a try??  
?Excuse me?? she sez, blinkin?.  
I give her my best smile.  
?Change me back to my normal appearance and let me give it a shot.?  
?Why not?? she sez. ?I?ve been batting zero so far. In fact, while I?m at it, I?ll 
give Spyder and myself a redo as well. That way we can always try the 
?survey team? bit a try again later.?  
A few magical passes later, and I am my old self again. Mind you, a disguise 
spell doesn?t actually change you physically, just your appearance. Still, it?s 
good to know people are seein? the real me once again.  
?Okay, Guido,? Pookie sez, ?it?s your turn now. Pick your target.?  
?That place across the way looks as good as any,? I sez, pointin?.  
?Robb?s Hardware and Sporting Goods?? Pookie sez, readin? the sign. ?Okay. 
Anything we should do to back your play??  
?Nothin? special,? I sez. ?Just wander around the place slow and handle stuff. 
That and smile a lot.?  
With that, I lead the way across the street and through the doors into  
the store.  
The guy behind the counter homes in on us as soon as we make our 
entrance, and not just because we?re the only other ones in the place. As I 
noted earlier, my normal appearance tends to draw attention.  
?Can ... can I help you?? he sez, hesitantly.  
Pookie and Spyder ignore him and start driftin? down the aisles, pickin? up stuff 
and lookin? at it careful before puttin? it down. I lean on the counter and do the 
talkin?, lookin? around the place and not at the guy.  
?I?d like to speak with the owner, if he has the time,? I sez.  
?I?m ... That would be me,? the guy sez. ?I?m Robb.?  
?This is your establishment?? I sez, crankin? my head around to look at him 
direct for the first time.  
?Well... Yes.?  
I go back to lookin? around, payin? particular attention to the ceiling.  
?Nice little place you got here,? I sez, thoughtful-like.  
?Good location. Solid inventory. Yes sir. A really nice place. Shame if anything 
happened to it.?  
?Happened? Like what?? Robb sez, lickin? his lips.  
?Ya never can tell,? I sez. ?A fire. Broken windows. Trouble with a small 
business is that it?s a marginal operation. The littlest accident and it could go 
under, not to mention a lot of little accidents.?  
The guy is lookin? nervous now, and keeps glancin? at Spyder and Pookie. 
They?re still handling things... real carefully ... and smilin?.  
?Urn ... Is there anything I can help you with?? he sez. ?Anything specific 
you?re looking for??  
?As a matter of fact,? I sez, ?what I?m lookin? for is some information. There?s a 
rumour goin? around that I?m tryin? to run down.?  
?Well, there?s a bar just down the street,? Robb sez eagerly. ?The bartender 
there knows everything about what?s going on around here.?  
?You don?t say? Right down the street, huh?? I brings my eyes back around to 
stare at him again. ?The trouble with that is that I?m not down the street. I?m 
right here. And the one I?m talkin? to is you. You got a problem with that??  
?N ... No. Of course not,? he sez. ?What is it that you wanted to know??  
?What it is, you see, is that I represent a... an association of businessmen,? I 
sez. ?They have heard that there is a group of individuals operatin? in this 
vicinity, specifically interfacin? with the kingdom?s tax collectors when they is 
makin? their rounds. My employers are most anxious to speak with those 
individuals to ascertain if there is some way that they might work together to 
their mutual benefit. What I need is a means of contactin? those individuals to 
arrange such a meetin?.?  
?I... I really don?t know what you?re talking about,? the guy sez.  
?Do you want me to say it again?? I sez, raisin? my voice slightly. ?Did I 
stutter??  
?No. I meant that I haven?t heard anything about the group you?re talking 
about,? he sez. ?Either group, actually. I just run my shop here and go home to 
the wife. Nobody ever tells me about anything.?  
?Well, think about it,? I sez, givin? him a toothy smile. ?Talk it over with the wife 
and see if you can?t remember something. I?ll probably be back to talk with 
you again. The thing is, if I find out that you know something and didn?t share 
it with me, you might not see me comin? at all. Know what I mean??  
?I... I?ll think about it,? he sez. ?But I really don?t know anything.?  
I stare at him for a couple beats without sayin? anything, then turn and leave, 
gatherin? up Spyder and Pookie with my eyes as I go.  
Nobody sez anything for a while as I lead the way out of the subdivision and 
away from the eyes of any onlookers. Finally, when we?re well away, Spyder 
explodes.  
?Wow, Guido! You were terrific! That was really great!?  
?No it wasn?t,? I sez, slowin? down but still not lookin? at them direct.  
?What do you mean??  
?Think about it, dear,? Pookie sez. ?It was a good show, but Guido didn?t get 
any more information than I did.?  
?There?s definitely something strange goin? on here,? I sez, half to myself.  
?I don?t know. Maybe they really didn?t know anything,? Spyder sez.  
?I don?t buy it,? I sez. ?Even if they didn?t have any specific information, they 
should have heard something, even if it was only rumours. That would be 
enough for them to try to impress Pookie, or to get me off their back when I 
leaned on them. No, there?s some kind of  
cover-up goin? on.?  
?That?s the way it looks,? Pookie nodded.  
?You know, I?ve got an idea,? Spyder sez. ?It might be worth a try.?  
?What?s that?? I sez.  
?Well, these folks are money-motivated. Right? We could try posting a reward 
for information. If they won?t respond to fear or lust, there?s always greed.?  
Pookie and I looked at each other as we thought about it, then we both shook 
our heads.  
?I don?t think so, little sister,? Pookie sez. ?It?s a nice thought, but when there?s 
money on the table, it brings out all kind of false leads and wild goose chases. 
We?d go nuts trying to administer the thing, much less having to run down 
each and every rumour that got dropped on us.?  
?Besides,? I sez, ?if we?re right and there?s a cover-up goin? on, anyone who 
talks to us is goin? to have the rest of the community down on them. Money is 
a great motivator, but it would take a lot of it to offset their fear of reprisals.?  
?Wait a minute, Guido,? Pookie sez. ?Maybe we?re looking at this wrong. What 
if it isn?t fear of reprisals that?s keeping everyone quiet? What if it?s money??  
?How?s that again??  
?What if the gang is sharing their profits with the community?? she sez. ?You 
know, robbing from the rich and giving to the poor? If the subdivision is getting 
a piece of the action, it?s no wonder they won?t talk about it to outsiders.?  
?I dunno,? I sez. ?It sounds pretty wild. I mean, I can understand the part about 
robbin? the rich. There?s no money in robbin? the poor. But why would they be 
willin? to share it with anyone else? Besides, I didn?t see any poor in that 
subdivision.?  
?I was speaking figuratively,? Pookie sez. ?But remember what I said about 
guerrillas needing popular support? Can you think of any better way for the 
gang to make themselves popular than by instituting a profit-sharing plan? 
Remember, they get to decide how much to share, and no one audits their 
books on the count. It could be a very shrewd and economical way to get and 
keep the people on your side against the authorities.?  
?I?ll have to think about that one,? I sez. ?One thing for sure is we?ve  
hit a dead end on this line of inquiry. Maybe it?s time to look up the clown with 
the costume.?  
What our team of investigators is not aware of is the repercussions of their 
visit to Sherwood Arms. Specifically, it created the need for an emergency 
meeting of the Sherwood Arms Bow Hunting Club that very evening.  
?Com?on, Robb,? Tuck was saying. ?This whole thing was your idea. Now you 
have one person asking questions and you get spooked.?  
?I?m not spooked,? Robb said. ?I?m scared spitless. And if you saw the monster 
that was grilling me, you wouldn?t call him ?one person?.?  
?If it?s the same one that was with the vixen that was trying to get information 
out of me, he didn?t seem like all that much,? said Will.  
?Definitely on the scrawny side,? said John.  
?Pipe down, you two,? said Tuck, taking the lead for a change. ?We?ve already 
decided there were two different groups asking questions, even if they both 
did have two women and one man.?  
?That?s two too many if you ask me,? Robb said. ?Running the army around in 
circles in the woods is one thing, but this is getting too close to where we live. 
I say we should lay low for a while. Suspend operations until this sudden 
wave of interest dies down.?  
?Okay. No problem,? Will said with a shrug. ?Consider it done ... or undone as 
the case might be.?  
?Just like that? No arguments?? Tuck said, cocking an eyebrow.  
?Sure,? said Will. ?Think about it, Tuck. We?ve already hit the tax collectors 
once. How many times a year do you think they make those rounds, 
anyway??  
NINE  
Our efforts to locate the lone raider was notably different from our previous 
venture in that this time around we was all equally unhappy ... mostly with our 
appearance.  
Again, it had been agreed upon that we should assume the least threatening 
disguises imaginable to encourage our mark to attack us,  
thereby negatin? the necessity of havin? to find him. To this end, Pookie had 
gone to work with her disguise spell.  
When she was done, we was all not only wearin? army-type uniforms, we was 
all males. This was decided on in case word was out that there was a team of 
hunters out lookin? for outlaws consistin? of two females and a male. The 
problems began when Pookie insisted, just to be sure we drew an attack, that 
we should be kinda scrawny, puny-lookin? males. After havin? suffered through 
the embarrassment of such a disguise back at Sherwood Arms, Spyder and I 
took the position that if we had to look wimpy, then it was only fair that Pookie 
herself should also adopt a similar appearance. I feel that the duration and 
bitterness of the ensuin? argument before Pookie agreed only showed that, as 
competent a pro as she was, she was still vulnerable to a woman?s vanity.  
Our plan was as simple in its conception as it was borin? in its execution. 
Basically we was to re-trace the path of the tax collectin? team what had been 
ambushed by this joker, actin? like we was a different unit what got separated 
and was tryin? to re-group with the others. Logically, by revisitin? the same 
locales, this should draw the same attack as the army types had suffered, 
except we?d be ready for it. In actuality, this meant walkin? a long way and 
stoppin? in a lot of communities where army types are not really welcome, and 
doubly so since one tax team had already been through. The ladies was sure 
that the garbage, both verbal and literal, which was hurled at us as we passed 
through was on account of our less-than-heroic disguises. I, on the other 
hand, felt that it was aimed at army types in general regardless of the details 
of their appearance.  
Of course, I kept this opinion mostly to myself. The only thing worse than 
arguin? with a woman when she?s upset is arguin? with two women when 
they?re upset... unless, perhaps, it?s winnin? that selfsame argument.  
?I still don?t see why we have to keep wearing these stupid disguises when 
we?re out of town and in the country,? Spyder sez for maybe the twentieth 
time. ?It?s not like anyone can see us.?  
For some reason, this time her complaint draws an answer out of me . .. 
probably because I am already irritated myself. Maybe it?s because it is the 
twentieth time she?s made the same complaint. Then, too, maybe  
it is because I have been stuck pushin? the wheelbarrow that is part of our 
disguises as tax collectors. While said wheelbarrow speaks highly of the 
completeness of our disguises, the fact that I always seem to be the one 
pushin? it is a commentary on the lack of sexual equality within our group.  
?We wear the disguises in town so that whoever is passin? the word to our 
target will see us as easy marks,? I sez, flatlike. ?The reason we wear them in 
the country is that when somebody does see us, specifically that same target, 
that we will look like the same easy marks what was spotted in town.?  
?Is something bothering you, Guido?? Pookie sez, cockin? her head at me. 
?You?ve been acting kind of tense and irritable lately.?  
?Maybe it?s because, for all our disguises and round about walkin?,? I sez, ?I 
get the feelin? that we?re not takin? this guy nearly seriously enough.?  
?Oh, c?mon, Guido,? Spyder sez. ?A clown running around in a costume 
complete with a mask and cape? Against the three of us? What?s to worry 
about other that finding him in the first place??  
?Take it easy, little sister,? Pookie sez. ?Guido knows his business, and if he?s 
worried I think we should listen. Okay, Guido... Talk to us. What are you 
seeing that we?re missing in all this??  
?Aside from the basic premise that the most dangerous thing you can do is to 
underestimate your opponent,? I sez, ?there are the particulars in this 
situation. For example. Give me a description of the guy we?re after.?  
The two of them look at each other, each waiting for the other to speak.  
?Uh-huh,? I sez. ?He is, and I quote, ?a guy in a black costume with a mask 
and a cape.? End quote. Beyond that, we don?t know anything about his 
height, build, or age, much less how much education shows in his speech 
patterns. He could have been sittin? at the next table when we stopped for 
lunch and we?d never know it.?  
?I see your point,? Pookie sez, thoughtfully.  
?It?s an old trick,? I sez with a shrug. ?Wear something noticeable that people 
will remember when you work, and chances are that?s all they?ll remember. 
Take it off, and you fade into the crowd again.?  
?So you?re saying that this guy might be smarter than we?ve been  
giving him credit for?? Pookie sez.  
?Either that, or he?s got someone advisin? him that know what he?s doin?,? I 
sez. ?And that brings me to another particular. The one I?m watchin? for, the 
one that has me really worried, is the guy standin? back and cov-erin? him with 
a crossbow.?  
?How so?? sez Pookie.  
?You might have missed it, but, accordin? to Sergeant Smiley, that individual is 
packin? a crossbow not unlike my own.?  
?That?s important??  
?Pookie,? I sez, ?have you taken a look at my crossbow??  
?Not really,? she sez. ?I mean, I?ve seen it. But it?s just a crossbow.?  
?I keep forgettin? that you spend most of your time on Perv or Deva or some of 
those other hi-tech dimensions,? I sez.  
?Yeah. So??  
?So allow me to advance your education in the area of the low-tech weaponry 
you seem to eschew.?  
With that, I remove my mini-crossbow from my belt, remove the quarrel, 
release the tension on the bow, and toss it to her gently.  
She catches it one handed, then turns so that she?ll have more light on it as 
she examines it. Her casual glance turns into a close stare, and her lips purse 
in a silent whistle.  
?This is nice ... very nice work,? she sez.  
?You don?t know the half of it,? I sez. ?Try a snap shot. Don?t aim, just instinct 
point.?  
She takes it in her right hand in a shooter?s grip, spins, and levels it hip-high, 
focusin? on an imaginary target.  
?Wow!? she sez in an awestruck voice. ?That?s balanced beautifully.?  
?Can I hold it?? Spyder sez.  
After she gets the nod from me, Pookie passes it to her.  
?That?s a custom-made crossbow by Iolo,? I sez. ?It?s the best I?ve seen in any 
dimension.?  
?Too bad he doesn?t make one with a double bow that can give you two 
shots,? Pookie sez, thoughtfully.  
?He can do it,? I sez, ?but he doesn?t like to. Talked me out of it when I asked.?  
?Really??  
?I don?t know all the technicals,? I sez with a shrug, ?but it has something to do 
with a weakness in design when you go to a double bow. You don?t get as 
accurate a delivery with either shot as you do with the single shot-model. I 
figure when you go to an expert, you should listen to what they have to say.?  
?Interesting,? Pookie sez, retrievin? the weapon from Spyder and starin? at it 
anew.  
?The point is that a bow like that costs roughly a year?s wages for an average 
person in this dimension,? I sez. ?To own one, one either has to be very rich or 
very serious about one?s weaponry. Since the guy in the opposition is 
currently in the highway-robbery business, I?m assumin? that he isn?t rich. That 
makes him a serious armsman.?  
?Like you,? Pookie sez, handing the beauty back to me.  
?Uh-huh,? I sez, reloadin? the weapon. ?The fact is, I may even know him. The 
only ones I know who carry weapons from Iolo work for the Mob... or used to. 
Somehow I don?t see this as their kind of action. Besides, Don Bruce, that?s 
the guy who runs the Mob in these parts, has a deal goin? with the Boss to lay 
off the kingdom.?  
?Nonetheless,? Pookie sez, ?I see what you mean about taking these guys 
seriously.?  
?That?s good,? I sez, ?since I?ve noticed some movement in that big tree up 
ahead. Don?t look at it directly, but it?s the one with the limb that juts out over 
the trail. I think we?re finally gonna see some action.?  
TEN  
Actually, it was a pretty feeble ambush. Particularly after the big buildup I had 
given it. Still, I hadn?t managed to build and maintain the long career I am 
enjoyin? by un-derestimatin? the opposition . .. even when they deserve 
underestimatin?.  
We are still a good ways from the tree, call it a stone?s throw, when, with a 
snappin? of twigs and a small shower of leaves, this kid drops onto the trail 
ahead of us. He lands off balance and ends up on his rump, but he?s game 
and manages to scramble back to his feet without droppin? his sword.  
?Tell me again about how we were selling this guy short,? Pookie murmurs to 
me.  
I give a little shrug, as there is nothin? else to say.  
I have to admit, the perpetrator does not strike an impressive figure. He?s a 
short little runt, even with the hat, to a point where his head would maybe 
come halfway up my chest if I wasn?t wearin? a disguise. He has the build of a 
gangly teenager and the grace of a three-legged mule, which he proceeds to 
demonstrate by gettin? his sword tangled in his cloak as he tries to brandish it. 
Despite the spiffy black outfit, I would figure that Spyder could take him and 
four more just like him without mussin? her hair.  
?Good day to you, minions of Evil,? he sez, tryin? to make his voice sound 
deeper. ?I am here to relieve you of your troublesome burden. Your 
wheelbarrow is laden with monies taxed from the sweat of honest citizens. I 
will take charge of it from here.?  
Pookie and Spyder are lookin? at me with raised eyebrows, so I figure it?s my 
show.  
?I don?t think so,? I sez, foldin? my arms. ?Really?? the kid sez, genuinely 
surprised. ?And why not, may I ask??  
?Well, other than the fact that we outnumber you three to one,? I sez, ?there 
the detail that we?re all outside the range of that sword you?re wavin?.?  
?Forgive me,? he sez with a smile. ?I neglected to introduce my associate. 
?Nardo!?  
?Perhaps you should count again, soldier,? sez a voice to my right. ?And 
believe me, you?re well within my range.?  
I had marked that particular tree as bein? the most likely spot to give cover fire 
from, and I was right. The big guy had eased out from behind it just enough to 
get a clear shot if he had to, but could still duck back quick if things got rough. 
He had his crossbow loaded and cocked, all right, but at the moment he had it 
pointed straight up so we could get a good look at what he was holdin?.  
?Well,? I sez. ?I guess there?s only one thing I can say to that. Pookie! Drop the 
disguises!?  
As I?m sayin? that last bit, I?m duckin? behind the wheelbarrow for cover as I 
pluck my own crossbow from my belt and level it at the kid.  
Pookie and Spyder follow my earlier instructions and hit the dirt,  
movin? in opposite directions from where I am, then freeze. For several long 
moments, we hold that tableau without anyone sayin? anything.  
?Is that you, Guido?? comes a call at last.  
?Got it in one,? I sez. ?How?s it goin?, ?Nardo??  
?Not as good as it was a few seconds ago,? he sez. ?If I had spotted that you 
were a part of the guard detail, I would have passed on this caper.?  
?It?s called a disguise spell,? I sez. ?It comes in handy when one is settin? up a 
counter-ambush. Wouldn?t you agree??  
?I?ll remember that next time... if there is a next time,? he sez.  
?So what are you doin? givin? cover fire on an amateur heist like this?? I sez. ?I 
heard you retired.?  
?Took a baby-sitting job to make ends meet,? he sez. ?The baby is the one 
you?re holding the crossbow on. How about yourself? What brings you to this 
neck of the woods??  
?At the moment I?m workin? an assignment as a Personal Envoy for the Great 
Skeeve,? I sez. ?It seems like you and your ?baby? there are a part of it.?  
?Nardo is silent for a while as he digests this.  
?That?s the way things are, huh?? he sez at last. ?So where do we go from 
here??  
?I?d say it?s time for us to talk,? I sez. ?You and me. Let?s see if we can come 
up with a way for everybody to walk away from this one.?  
?Sounds good to me,? he sez. ?Let?s do it.?  
He eases out from behind his tree while I stand up from behind the 
wheelbarrow. Then, movin? real slow and matching our pace to each other, we 
each ease sideways. He ends up standin? next to the kid, and I end up next to 
Spyder.  
In hindsight, I probably should have gone with Pookie. At the time, however, 
Spyder was closer. Besides, I knew that Spyder could handle a crossbow 
because I had helped her learn back in Basic, while I wasn?t sure whether or 
not Pookie?s high-tech travels had familiarized her with this dimension?s 
crossbow designs.  
?Okay, Spyder,? I sez, keepin? my eye on ?Nardo. ?Take my crossbow and 
cover me. Keep it aimed at ?Nardo, but stay loose. We should be able to 
straighten this out without any shootin?.?  
?What?s with all this talking, Guido?? she sez, takin? the crossbow from me. 
?You had the drop on them. Why not just finish it??  
?Take a tip from an old pro, Spyder,? I sez. ?If you have a choice between 
talkin? and fightin?, always take the talk option. You can still fight if the talkin? 
doesn?t work out. If you fight first, it?s too late to talk.?  
I see that ?Nardo has handed his crossbow to the kid, so I start forward. As I 
do, I take care to move forward at an angle so I?m not in Spyder?s line of fire 
and she has a clear shot at ?Nardo at all times. He does the same, movin? 
slow to meet me at a point where we is both in easy range of the coverin? 
crossbows.  
It occurs to me that we each now have a crossbow pointed at us, held by kids 
what are not all that experienced. This is not a relaxin? thought, and I find 
myself wishin? that I had thought to mention to Spyder that the crossbow she 
is holdin? has a hair trigger on it, quite different from the army models she 
trained with.  
?You?re looking good, Guido,? he sez as we come together.  
?Thanks, ?Nardo. You?re lookin? good yourself.?  
Actually, he looks kinda old to me. Even older than when I saw him before he 
retired. This does not seem like the moment to mention this, however.  
?How?s Nunzio?? he sez. ?Are you two still working together??  
?He?s fine,? I sez. ?He?s back at the palace coverin? the Boss while I?m out here 
beatin? the bushes.?  
?Speaking of which, how do you propose we handle this situation?? he sez.  
?First off, I?ve got one question,? I sez. ?Does the kid there have any intention 
of tryin? to whack the Great Skeeve or otherwise disrupt the current 
government of Posseltum??  
?Is that what this is all about?? he sez. ?Naw. It?s nothing like that. The kid 
overspent his allowance and is trying his hand at crime instead of getting a 
steady job. You know how that goes.?  
?I know the tune, I can fake the lyrics,? I sez, making a face. ?In that case, I 
think we can settle this pretty easily You see, my specific assignment is to 
investigate rumored rebel activity, not to go chasin? highwaymen. If you give 
me your word that this is not part of a bigger caper, I think we can let the kid 
walk.?  
?You mean you?ll let him go on hitting the tax collectors?? ?Nardo sez, 
surprised.  
?I don?t think that would be a good idea,? I sez. ?No I meant that we won?t take 
him in for what he?s done so far. Throw a scare into him. Tell him that you got 
me to back off because we?re old friends, but that if he keeps it up, I?ll come 
after him for real. If you can?t get him tc go straight, at least convince him to 
pick targets that aren?t tied into the government.?  
?What about the money from the first heist?? he sez.  
?That?s a good question,? I sez. ?Is there anything left from that??  
?Not much,? ?Nardo sez. ?Young as he is, the kid knows how to spend money.?  
?Tell you what,? I sez. ?I?ll report that the attacks have been stopped. If the 
Boss wants to send me out to try to recover the loot, that will be a separate 
assignment. I don?t think he?ll bother, but even if he does, it will give you a big 
head start. Droppin? out of sight shouldn?t be too tough. Just get him to dump 
that silly outfit.?  
?That?s it then?? he sez. ?We all just back away and everyone is happy??  
?It works for me,? I sez with a shrug. ?To be honest with you, the Boss ... that?s 
the Great Skeeve ... isn?t that much older than the kid there. We?ve gotten into 
some rough spots ourselves bailin? him out. It doesn?t bother me at all that we 
all get off light on this one.?  
?I?m just glad we didn?t have to go sideways to each other, Guido.? ?Nardo sez. 
?However it came out, I wouldn?t have liked the results.?  
?I guess that settles it,? I sez. ?Good luck to you, ?Nardo.?  
?And to you, my friend!?  
Before I realize what he?s doin?, he steps forward and sweeps me into the big 
hug that?s the traditional Mob greetin? and farewell.  
There?s a soft ?twang? behind me and I barely have time to shove him away 
when something slams into my arm.  
?I didn?t mean to do it, Guido. Honest!?  
This is maybe the twelfth time Spyder has made this statement.  
?It?s okay, Spyder. Really,? I sez. ?These things happen. It goes with the job.?  
This is the same response I have given each time she has made her  
declaration. In fact, it is the same, word for, word. I have a little trouble comin? 
up with original lines or variations when I?ve been shot. Still, Spyder is still 
upset, so I do my best to calm her down.  
?I mean, I didn?t really mean to shoot,? she sez ... again. ?He surprised me 
when he stepped forward like that, and when I shifted to keep him covered, 
the crossbow just went off.?  
?It?s my fault, really,? I sez, tryin? to make light of it.  
?I should have warned you about the hair-trigger. Cheer up. It could have 
been a lot worse.?  
?You?re right! I could have killed you! Oh, Guido. I?m so sorry.?  
As you can tell, my efforts to calm her down have been less than sucessful.  
?He knows you?re sorry, dear,? Pookie sez, takin? a hand. She has been 
bandagin? my arm and is now riggin? a sling. ?Why don?t you take a little walk 
and compose yourself while Guido and I finish up here??  
?Okay,? Spyder sez, hangin? her head. She starts to go, then stops with her 
back to me. ?Guido? I really am sorry.?  
She strides off before I can say anything in return.  
?So, what do you think we should do now?? Pookie sez, finishin? the sling.  
?I?m thinkin? we head back to the palace,? I sez. ?We?ve taken the investigation 
about as far as we can, so it?s time to check in with the others and get their 
opinions on what to do next, if anything. Besides, with this ding in my arm I 
could use a little downtime before I go hun-tin? for any more trouble.?  
?If you don?t mind, I think I?ll stay out a while,? Pookie sez. ?Maybe keep 
Spyder with me. She could use a little more seasoning.?  
?Fine by me,? I sez. ?If you want, I?ll send along some help. Maybe Nunzio.?  
?That would be great,? she sez. ?I think we?ll be hanging around the Sherwood 
Arms subdivision. See if we can find out anything more about that crew that?s 
working the game preserve. And Guido??  
?What??  
?When you get back to the palace, could you do me a favour? Could you say 
that I was the one who shot you accidentally, not Spyder??  
I give her a long look.  
?Why would you want me to say that??  
?Like you said, it was an accident. It could have happened to anyone who 
wasn?t familiar with the hair-trigger rig you use ... Spyder or me.?  
?Uh huh,? I sez. ?So why do you want to make it you instead of Spyder??  
?You know this is only a temporary job for me,? she sez. ?I mean, I enjoy 
working with this crew, but I figure I?ll be moving along eventually. I think 
Spyder would like to try to join your crew on a permanent basis once she gets 
out of the army. Of the two of us, I think it would be better if the accident went 
on my record instead of hers.?  
?If that?s the way you want it,? I sez.  
Secretly, though, I have my doubts about Spyder as a permanent member of 
our crew. While I?m not one to hold a grudge, I?ve found in the past I have 
trouble relaxing around someone who?s shot me. Even if it was by accident.  
ELEVEN  
It was late when I got back to the palace. I probably could have stretched the 
trip out a bit, but instead I pushed straight through.  
Investigatin? the trouble with the tax collectors had been a welcome break 
from the palace routine, but that was done now ... at least, temporarily. Now I 
found my mind turnin? once more to the problems at the palace. The more I 
thought about it, the quicker I walked.  
The Boss was in a spot. He either had to marry Queen Hemlock and help her 
run the kingdom, or turn her down, in which case she threatened to abdicate 
and stick him with runnin? it by himself. The trouble was that the problem 
involved dealin? with a woman, which was the Boss?s weak suit. The Great 
Skeeve might be quick on his feet and faster with his brain when it came to 
magik, but plain old Skeeve was a babe in the woods where women were 
concerned. What was more, there wasn?t much I could do as a bodyguard to 
help him ... except maybe seein? to it that Queen Hemlock didn?t try to whack 
him if she didn?t like his answer.  
I was still thinkin? about all this when I finally reached the palace. Luckily, it 
was late enough that I figured everyone would have gone to bed, so I wouldn?t 
have to worry about reportin? in until tomorrow. That  
would give me time to sort out what I was gonna say, and ensure that I had a 
clear head when it came to dealin? with questions. With that in mind, I headed 
for my room.  
?Back already, Guido?? comes a voice from the shadows. ?How did it go??  
I turn toward the voice as Aahz emerges from the shadows.  
Now, I have to admit that Aahz is not my favorite member of the team. By this 
I do not mean he is not capable, as even without his powers he is able to hold 
his own in a brawl against all comers and is as shrewd and knowledgeable as 
anyone I have ever met. What keeps me from warmin? to him is his social 
skills, or lack thereof. He started out as the Boss?s mentor, and even though 
that relationship was upgraded to a full partnership, he still tends to lean on 
Skeeve publicly more than I think is necessary. In fact, his idea of relatin? to 
most people ranges from impatient sarcasm to open scorn. While I figured 
that I?d have to report to him sooner or later, my own preference was leanin? 
toward later.  
?Oh. Hi, Aahz,? I sez. ?What are you doin? up so late??  
?I was just sitting and thinking,? he sez. ?Enjoying the night air. Come on over 
and join me and fill me in on what happened.?  
Not really havin? much choice, I follow him back into the shadows. There is a 
wide opening in the wall of the corridor that looks out over the palace?s 
courtyard ... the keep, I think they call it. Aahz sits on the low wall that is there 
to keep people from fallin? out, and gestures for me to take a seat next to him.  
?So, what?s the word?? he sez. ?Did you find any signs of a brewing rebellion??  
?Not really,? I sez. ?We checked in with the tax boys, and they?ve been havin? 
a bit of trouble with havin? their collectors ambushed. Two different groups, it 
seems. It sounds to me, though, that it?s more like a couple groups tryin? for 
some easy money than an actual rebellion.?  
My eyes are adjustin? to the dark, and I can see Aahz noddin? slowly.  
?Tell me more,? he sez.  
?Well, there are a bunch of guys workin? out of the Royal Game Preserve,? I 
sez. ?They?re usin? bows and makin? hit-and-run guerrilla attacks from the 
woods and underbrush. I figured that with only the three of us, it wouldn?t be 
real smart to try to go into the woods after  
them.?  
?Good thinking.?  
?We did do some askin? around tryin? to get a line on them,? I continued, ?but 
everyone clammed up as soon as we raised the subject. We have a theory 
that the locals are hidin? them, maybe for a share of the loot.?  
?Interesting,? Aahz sez. ?And the other group??  
?That was just a couple of stick-up artists,? I sez.  
?Was??  
?Well, we sort of rigged an ambush and drew them out into the open,? I sez. ?I 
don?t think they?ll be botherin? us again.?  
?Is that where you picked up the arm wound?? Aahz sez. I see his teeth flash 
in the darkness as he smiles. ?How many bodies did you leave behind??  
Well, I knew I was gonna have to deal with this eventually.  
?None,? I sez. ?Actually, all we did was throw a major scare into them. The 
arm was an accident while Pookie was coverin? me.?  
?Pookie shot you??  
?Like I say, it was an accident,? I sez with a shrug. ?I passed her my custom 
crossbow, but forgot to warn her about the hair trigger. If it?s anybody?s fault, 
it?s mine.?  
There is a long moment of silence, and 1 think Aahz is buildin? up to one of his 
explosions. Then I hear him sigh.  
?She always was a little quick on the trigger,? he sez. ?Sorry, Guido. I should 
have warned you about that before I let her tag along.?  
It occurs to me that this is the first time I?ve heard Aahz apologize to me ... or 
anyone else, for that matter.  
?That?s okay,? I sez, a little off balance. ?No real harm done.?  
?When you get a chance, check in with Massha,? he sez. ?She should have 
something in her magik gimmick collection that will speed up the healing on 
that arm.?  
?Uh ... Thanks, Aahz,? I sez, still a little confused by his new, mellow attitude.  
?Other than that, it sounds like you did a good job, Guido. All of you,? he sez. 
?It?ll be good to have you all back.?  
?Actually,? I sez, ?Pookie and Spyder are still out. They?re doin? a bit more 
checkin? on that forest group. I just came in because of the arm. I  
was gonna talk to the Boss about sendin? Nunzio out to replace me as their 
backup man.?  
?Sounds like a plan,? Aahz sez. ?Again, nice work. I don?t think I?ve ever said 
it, Guido, but I?ve always admired your professionalism. Nunzio?s, too. For 
short-lived humans who have never studied magik, you?re both remarkably 
effective.?  
An apology and a compliment in one conversation. I am now definitely 
confused, so I counter by changin? the subject.  
?Thanks, Aahz,? I sez. ?So what?s been goin? on around here? Is the Boss 
okay??  
There is another long silence. So long, in fact, that I am startin? to get scared 
about what the news is gonna be.  
?I?m afraid Skeeve may be in over his head this time,? Aahz sez at last. ?You 
were right about keeping this rebellion thing from him. He?s confused and 
desperate enough without fretting about how the hoi polloi are reacting to the 
situation.?  
I suddenly realize what is goin? on.  
Aahz is worried about the Boss. Worried big time.  
I always knew that Aahz was fond of his partner, but usually he showed it with 
bluster and lectures. Seein? him like this, quietly concerned, makes me realize 
how deep his feelin?s really ran. It changes my opinion of him . . . for the 
better.  
?It?s a tough one, all right,? I sez. ?Different than any of the other capers we?ve 
been in on. Still, I figure the Boss has us to help him, so he?ll probably pull 
through.?  
?By ?us? I assume you mean you and Nunzio,? Aahz sez.  
?Actually,? I sez, ?I was talkin? about the whole M.Y.T.H. Inc. crew, not the 
least of which includes you. That?s one of the main reasons I got involved with 
the Mob in the first place, you know. You can only do so much alone. As part 
of a group, you got teammates to cover your back. Sometimes their strengths 
can make up for your weaknesses.?  
?I never really thought of it that way,? Aahz sez, ?but you?ve got a point.?  
He?s quiet for a while, then opens up again.  
?You know, I almost didn?t come back from Perv,? he sez. ?I was settling in 
and getting ready to work solo again.?  
I didn?t know that, but, as I said, Aahz and I didn?t really talk all that  
much ... and not at all since he and the Boss came back from Perv.  
?What changed your mind?? I sez.  
?The fact that Skeeve came all the way to Perv looking for me, particularly 
when the team had just been saddled with a rough assignment, was 
flattering,? he sez. ?I thought I?d tag along for one more round to see if I could 
help.?  
I could see him shake his head in the darkness.  
?So I come back, and look what we?re into.? he sez. ?I?ll tell you, Guido, there 
are some situations that simply can?t be handled with magik or muscle, or 
even a combination of both.?  
?Like I said, that?s why we have teammates,? I sez. ?Friends can help turn a 
situation around... and even if they can?t, you?re not facin? the consequences 
alone.?  
Aahz heaved a big sigh.  
?I guess that?s the answer,? he sez. ?Thanks for listening, Guido. I?ll see you 
tomorrow.?  
That is my cue to resume the trek to my room. The conversation with Aahz 
has given me a lot of food for thought, though.  
I?m almost at my door when I hear voices. Angry voices arguin? loud.  
The sound is comin? from the Boss?s room.  
TWELVE  
I listen for a minute at the door, then knock loudly.  
The Boss answers, half lookin? back over his shoulder at the man and woman 
shouting at each other behind him.  
?Is everything okay, Boss?? I sez. ?I thought I heard voices.?  
?Sure,? he sez. ?It?s just... Guido? What are you doing back? And what 
happened to your arm??  
I am pay in? more attention to the battlin? duo, who do not seem to have 
noticed my appearance yet. Neither of them is anyone I know as an associate 
of Skeeve?s. If anything, they look a little foreign ... though that might be 
because of their funny outfits.  
?What?s goin? on in there, Boss? Who are those two jokers, anyway??  
I am not likin? the look of this at all. While Nunzio and me take our 
bodyguardin? duties seriously, we usually figure the Boss is safe in his own 
room.  
?Oh, those are just a couple friends of mine,? he sez. ?Well... sort of friends. I 
thought they were just dropping by to say ?Hi,? but, as you can see, things 
seem to have gotten a little out of hand. The one with the beard is Kalvin, and 
the lady he?s arguing with is his wife, Daphnie.?  
?Did you say ?his wife???  
?That?s right,? he sez. ?Why??  
That settles it.  
?Get out of here, Boss.? I sez, beckonin? him through the door.  
?What??  
As I have noted before, the Boss is often not real quick on the uptake. ?Boss, 
I?m your bodyguard. Right? Well, as your bodyguard and the one currently 
responsible for the well bein? of your continued health, I?m tellin? you to get out 
of here!?  
?But. . .?  
I try to be patient, but enough is enough. Without both-erin? to argue further, I 
scoop him up with my good arm and carry him out into the corridor before 
settin? him down again.  
?Now stay here,? I sez. ?Got that? Stay here!?  
I feel a little like Nunzio talkin? to Gleep, but the message seems to finally get 
through.  
?Okay, Guido,? he sez. ?Here it is.?  
I give him the hairy eyeball for a moment to be sure he means to stay put, 
then turn and re-enter the room, shutting the door behind me.  
The two continue to ignore me as I decide how to proceed. It is not all that 
easy to think, as they is makin? enough noise to drown out a busy kitchen 
durin? the lunch rush.  
Finally, I recall watchin? Nunzio one time, back when he was teachin?, and 
decide to give one of his techniques a try. Without movin? any closer or gettin? 
between them, I start to clap my hands together as loud as I can. This 
distracts them, and they turn their attention on me.  
?Who are you and what do you think you?re doing? the guy with the beard sez.  
?What I am is standin? between you and the B. . . Skeeve,? I sez. ?What I?m 
doin? is shuttin? down this party.?  
?This is a private discussion,? the doll sez. ?You have no right interfering.?  
?Yes, ma?am. You?re right,? I sez, politely. ?It?s a private discussion between 
the two of you and I think it should be continued in private ... not in someone 
else?s home. Know what I mean??  
?Oh, come on, dear,? the guy sez. ?Let?s get out of here.?  
I think he is gonna head out the door, but instead there?s a BAMPF and he 
disappears into thin air. She favors me with one last glare, then vanishes with 
a BAMPF of her own.  
Demons.  
I wait a few moments to be sure they?re gone, then open the door again.  
?You can come in now, Boss.?  
?All right, Guido,? he sez. ?What was that all about?  
Now that the crisis is past, I figure it is wise to revert to my normal polite 
manner.  
?Sorry to barge in like that, Boss,? I sez. ?You know that?s not my normal 
style.?  
?So what were you doing??  
?What I was doin? was my job,? I sez, patiently, still a little worked up from the 
situation. ?As your bodyguard, I was attemptin? to protect you from bein? hurt 
or maybe even killed. It?s what you pay me for, accordin? to my job 
description.?  
?Protecting me? From those two?? he gives me a smirk ?C?mon, Guido. They 
were just arguing. They weren?t even arguing with me. It was a family 
squabble between the two of them.?  
?Just arguing? What do you think ...?  
I pause and take a long, slow breath, tryin? desperately to get my nerves 
under control.  
?Sorry, Boss. I?m still a little worked up over that close call. I?ll be all right in a 
second.?  
?What close call? They were just. . .?  
?I know, I know. They were just arguin?.?  
I take a deep breath and flex my arms and hands, tryin? to relax.  
?You know, Boss, I keep forgettin? how inexperienced you are. 1 mean, you 
may be tops in the magik department, but when it comes to my speciality, 
which is to say rough-and-tumble stuff, you?re still a  
babe in the woodwork.?  
I figure this is as good a time as any to further the Boss?s education, so I 
elaborate.  
?You see. Boss, people say that guys like Nunzio and me are not really all that 
different from the cops . . . that it?s the same game on different sides of the 
line. I dunno. It may be true. What I am sure of, though, is that both we and 
our counterparts agree on one thing: The most dangerous situation to stick 
your head into . . . the situation most likely to get you dead fast... isn?t a shoot-
out or a gang war. It?s an ordinary D & D situation.?  
?D & D?? he sez with a frown. ?You mean that game you were telling me about 
with the maps and dice??  
?No,? I sez, patient-like. ?I?m talkin? about a ?domestic disturbance.? A family 
squabble... just like you had goin? on here when I came in. They?re deadly, 
Boss. Especially one between a husband and wife.?  
?Are you kidding, Guido?? the Boss sez. ?What could happen that would be 
dangerous??  
?More things than you can imagine,? I sez, grim like. ?That?s what makes them 
so dangerous. In regular hassles, you can pretty much track what?s goin? on 
and what might happen next. Arguments between a husband and wife are 
unpredictable, though. You can?t tell who?s gonna swing at who or with what, 
because they don?t know themselves.?  
?Why do you think that is, Guido? What makes fightbetween married couples 
so explosive??  
?I never really gave it much thought,? I sez. ?If I had to give an opinion, I?d say 
it was due to the motivationals.?  
?The motives??  
?That, too.? I frown, wonderin? why he is repeatin? what I said. ?You see, Boss, 
the business-type disputes which result in violence like I am normally called 
upon to deal with have origins that are easily comprehended. . . like greed or 
fear. That is to say, either Boss A wants somethin? that Boss B is relucttant to 
part with, as in a good-sized hunk of revenue-generatin? property, or Boss B is 
afraid that Boss A is gonna try to whack him and decides to beat him to the 
punch. In these situationals, there is a clear-cut objective in mind, and the 
action is therefore relatively easy to predict and counter. Know what I mean??  
?I think so,? he sez. ?And a domestic disturbance??  
?That?s where it can get ugly,? I sez with a grimace. ?It starts out with people 
arguin? when they don?t know why they?re arguin?. What?s at stake there is 
emotions and hurt feelin?s, not money. The problem with that is that there is 
no clear-cut objective, and as a result, there is no way of tellin? when the 
fightin? should cease. It just keep escalatin? up and up, with both sides dishin? 
out and takin? more and more damage, until each of them is hurt so bad that 
the only important thing left is to hurt the other one back.?  
I pause and shake my head.  
?When it explodes, you don?t want to be anywhere near ground zero. One will 
go at the other or they?ll go at each other, with anything that?s at hand. The 
worst part is, and the reason neither us or the cops want to mess with it, is 
that if you try to break it up, chances are they?ll both turn on you. You see, 
mad as the are, they?ll still reflexively protect each other from any outside 
force . . . into which category will fall you or anyone else who tries to interfere. 
That?s why the best policy, if you have a choice at all, is to get away from, 
them and wait until the dust settles before venturin? close again.?  
?1 think I understand now, Guido,? he sez. ?Thanks. Now tell me, what 
happened to your arm? And what are you doing back at the palace??  
The sudden change of subject catches me off balance.  
?Sorry I didn?t check in as soon as I got back,? I sez, stallin? for time. ?It was 
late and I thought you were already asleep ... until I heard that argument in 
process, that is. I would have let you know first thing in the morning.?  
?Uh-huh. No problem. But since we?re talking now, what happened??  
?We ran into a little trouble, is all,? I sez, casual-like. ?Nothin? serious.?  
?Serious enough to put your arm in a sling,? he sez. ?So what happened??  
?If it?s okay with you, Boss, I?d rather not go into details. Truth is, it?s more than 
a little embarrassin?.?  
?All right,? he sez. ?We?ll let it ride for now. Will you be able to work with that 
arm??  
?In a pinch, maybe. But not at peak efficiency. That?s really what I  
wanted to talk to you about, Boss. Is there any chance you can assign Nunzio 
to be Pookie?s backup while I take over his duties here??  
?I don?t know, Guido. Nunzio?s been working with Gleep to try to figure out 
what?s wrong with him. I kind of hate to pull him off that until we get some 
answers. Tell you what. How about if I talk to Chumley about helping out??  
?Chumley?? I sez. ?I dunno, boss. Don?t you think that him bein? a troll would 
tend to scare people in these parts??  
?Doesn?t Pookie have a disguise spell or something that would soften 
Chumley?s appearance?? he sez. ?I was assuming that she wasn?t wandering 
around the countryside showing the green scales of a Pervect.?  
?Hey! That?s right! Good idea, Boss. In that case, no problem. Chumley?s as 
stand-up as they come.?  
?Okay. I?ll talk with him in the morning.?  
?Actually, Chumley?s a better choice than Nunzio,? I sez, warmin? up to the 
idea. ?Pookie?s still kinda upset abut shootin? me, and Nunzio would probably 
...?  
?Whoa! Wait a minute. Did you say Pookie shot you??  
Now I am annoyed with myself. After havin? successfully dodged the question 
earlier, I have proceeded to re-introduce the subject all by myself.  
I decide to settle this once and for all by takin? it on head on ... with a bluff.  
?Really, boss,? I sez, hurt-like, drawin? myself up to my full height. ?I thought 
we agreed that we wasn?t gonna talk about this. Not for a while, anyway.?  
With that I make my exit, with as much dignity as I can muster.  
THIRTEEN  
?No trouble at all, old boy. Glad to help. Could use a change of scenery, 
really.?  
This is Chumley talkin?. I came to see him as soon as I rolled out in  
the morning to ask him about bein? backup muscle for Pookie and Spyder. As 
a Troll, he is probably the strongest, toughest member of our team, next to 
Nun-zio and me, even if he does talk funny when he isn?t workin?.  
?The Boss was sayin? that Pookie could take care of your appearance with her 
disguise spell,? I sez.  
?Actually, that won?t be a problem,? he sez. ?Little sister left me a gizmo that 
should handle things. Where did I put that??  
He rummages around in a drawer and comes up with a device I recognize. I 
had seen his sister, Tananda, use it when we worked together briefly on our 
last assignment.  
It looks like one of those mirror-compact rigs that the dolls use, except this 
one has a couple dials that, if you knew how to manipulate them, could 
change your appearance just like a disguise spell. That much I know. How to 
use the thing I haven?t a clue.  
?So, you?re all set?? I sez. ?When do you figure you can get started??  
?Oh, there are a couple things I?ve got to finish up first, then I?ll be ready,? he 
sez. ?It would also probably be discreet to wait until I heard officially from 
Skeeve before embarking. Don?t you think??  
This takes me a bit aback.  
He?s right, of course. Usually team assignments are handed out by the Boss. 
The trouble is that havin? rigged things to investigate the so-called rebellion 
without clearin? it with the Boss, plus pretty much captainin? the team while we 
were in the field, has gotten me in the habit of independent action. Of course, 
as I mentioned earlier, in the Mob such habits of independence are not 
necessarily conducive to one?s continued health.  
?Of course,? I sez, not lettin? on that I overlooked that loop. ?I guess I?m just 
kinda anxious to get things rollin? so?s Pookie won?t have to operate too long 
alone.?  
?From what I?ve seen of Pookie,? Chumley sez, ?she seems quite capable of 
taking care of herself... and several others, besides.?  
I am glad Chumley has not asked for details about my wounded arm. Even 
though she asked me to do it, I am not really comfortable attributin? Spyder?s 
error to Pookie.  
?Well, I?m off to see Massha,? I sez.  
?Tell her ?Hi? for me,? he sez. ?I may not get a chance to stop and see  
her before I go. Besides, frankly, I find all her preparations for the wedding to 
be a little unnerving.?  
?You know,? I sez, shakin? my head, ?I still can?t believe that neither the Boss 
nor Aahz said anything to me about Masshagettin? married. I saw both of ?em 
when I got in last night, and neither of them even mentioned it.?  
?They both seem to have a lot on their minds these days,? Chumley sez. 
?Besides, Massha seems to be taking care of the arrangements herself, so 
they haven?t really been that involved ... so far.?  
As I make my way to Massha?s room, however, it occurs to me that this is yet 
another example of how the way the Boss does things differs so radical-like 
from other Mob operations. In the regular Mob, a marriage is a major event. 
Comin? in second only to the attention they give funerals.  
?You just sit right there, Guido, honey. Massha has just the thing to fix up that 
arm of yours ... if I can just lay my hands on it.?  
?Will it hurt?? I sez, a little nervous. I have never tried magical healin? before, 
and am uncertain as to what it involves.  
?A little more than amputation, but you?ll still have your arm,? she sez, 
distracted.  
?Are you kiddin? me?? I sez, lookin? toward the door.  
?Of course I?m kidding you,? she sez, laughin?. ?Don?t be such a baby. 
Honestly. Men. Always so ready to get into a fight, and such little boys when it 
comes to healing up afterward. Really, you won?t feel a thing. Ah! Here we 
are!?  
She comes up with a tube of something from which she then proceeds to 
squeeze a glob of creamy goo over my wound. It glows and sparkles for a 
moment, then seems to soak right into the skin, leavin? no trace behind. I?ll 
have to admit, she is correct. Not only does it not hurt, it feels sort of cool and 
soothing.  
?There we are,? she sez. ?The muscle will probably be a bit sore for a while, 
so you might want to leave the sling on. It should be good as new by 
tomorrow.?  
?Thanks, Massha,? I sez, flexing my arm cautiously.  
Frankly, I am amazed. Not by the healin?, though I?ll admit it was pretty 
impressive, but by the fact she could find it at all.  
Chumley told me that Massha has changed quarters, but he always did have 
a gift for understatement. Her new room is roughly the size of a small 
warehouse, makin? it roughly three times the size of either of the rooms 
Nunzio and I have. Even with the extra acreage, however, it is crammed to 
the walls.  
There are bolts of cloth and drawin?s piled everywhere. Shoes and fabric 
samples and jewellery are scattered about in seemingly careless abandon, 
and there is not one but four full-sized sewin? dummies lined up in the centre 
of the room. Realizin? that Massha is of the extra-extra-extra-extra-enormous 
size, this gives the feelin? that I am suddenly facin? the front line of a heavy 
contact-sport team after I have shrunk considerably.  
The fact that she could find a small tube of goo in the middle of this chaos is 
nothin? short of miraculous.  
I also find myself revisin? my earlier thoughts about this wedding not bein? a 
big deal. Judgin? from what Massha has goin?, this event promises to make 
the biggest shindig the Mob has thrown look like a Tupperware party.  
?By the way, Massha,? I sez, ?I guess congratulations or best wishes or 
whatever are in order. The General is a lucky man.?  
I mean this sincerely. After gettin? over the initial shock and thinkin? it over 
carefully, I have concluded that Massha is a real catch ... ignorin? the possible 
parallels to big-game trophies. While it is true that she is large to the point of 
bein? intimidatin?, especially takin? into account her taste in clothes and 
jewellery which run to extreme of loud and flashy, the fact remains that the 
biggest thing about her is her heart. Underneath her brash and pushy exterior, 
Massha is perhaps the kindest, gentlest soul it has ever been my privilege to 
meet. General Badaxe could do a lot worse in pickin? a life partner.  
?Thanks, Guido,? she sez, startin? to tear up a little. ?I still have trouble 
believing that it?s really happening. I never thought... I mean, with the way I 
look ...?  
She breaks off and blows her nose loudly, a sight which I will spare you the 
description of, bein? both a merciful and weak-stomached individual.  
?So, how are the wedding plans coming?? I sez, tryin? to lighten the mood. 
?How are the pompous and circumstantials goin???  
?It?s utter madness,? she sez, regainin? her composure. ?Still, things are 
staggering along. The Queen has been a big help.?  
?The Queen? You mean Queen Hemlock??  
Things are suddenly adding up a bit. Massha is not only one of the M.Y.T.H. 
Inc. crew, she is also the Boss?s apprentice... and Queen Hemlock has 
designs on the Boss. Of course she?ll spare no expense in helpin? set up this 
wedding.  
?That?s right. She really has been a dear. To be honest, I think she?s hoping 
our little ceremony will be a dress rehearsal for her own wedding.?  
?That was occurrin? to me as well,? I sez. ?What are your thoughts on that, 
Massha??  
?Frankly, I have some serious doubts about the whole thing,? she sez. ?I 
mean, marriage seems so right for Hugh and me. It?s something we both 
really want, so it?s going to happen whatever we have to wade through to get 
there. It seems to me that the only reason Skeeve is considering marrying 
Queen Hemlock is that he feels he has to. To me, that?s a lousy basis for a 
marriage.?  
Some women get a little crazy on the subject of marriage, especially when 
they?re in the process themselves, thinkin? how it?s the best thing in the world 
for everyone. I am glad to hear that Massha is not of the ilk.  
?Sounds like good thinkin? to me,? I sez. ?Oh well. I better be movin? along 
now. You?ve got lots to do, and I still haven?t checked in with Nunzio yet. 
Thanks again for the healin?!?  
While it has been good to get back and see the various members of our team, 
I will admit it is a particular relief when I finally get a chance to sit down alone 
with Nunzio. What with him bein? my cousin, we have known each other since 
before Don Bruce assigned us to the Boss, and before that, even before we 
joined the Mob in the first place. If there is anyone I can speak my mind to 
without first havin? to think things through, it?s Nunzio. What?s more, because 
we know each other so well, we also know when to ask each other 
embarrassin? questions and when to maintain a tactful silence.  
Case in point: when I first come into his room, he cocks an eyebrow at my 
arm in a sling and sez ?Rough opposition?? to which I reply ?Nothin? we 
couldn?t handle.? Beyond that, he has not pressed for  
details. That?s the way it is with us. One of us will express curiosity, and if the 
other does not volunteer particulars, we simply let it drop.  
I have given him a sketchy account of our mission, and he has supplied a 
brief update on the news and gossip in the palace.  
?So, how?s the Boss holdin? up through all this?? I sez.  
Instead of answerin?, Nunzio rubs his chin like he always does when he?s 
thinkin? hard, then shakes his head.  
?I dunno, Guido,? he sez. ?To be honest with you, he?s been kinda weird.?  
Now, I know that the Boss has been under a lot of pressure what with tryin? to 
get the kingdom?s finances squared away and havin? the Queen proposin? 
marriage to him, but we?ve seen him under pressure before. ?Weird? is not 
usually a word that Nunzio uses to describe the actions of a superior in the 
chain of command.  
?Could you give me a ?for example? on that, cuz?? I sez.  
?Well, you know how I?ve been workin? with Gleep, the Boss?s dragon, to try to 
figure out why he?s been attacking people??  
?Yeah??  
?Well, the Boss has it in his head that Gleep is intelligent.?  
?So what?? I sez. ?The Boss has always had a soft spot for the little dragon. 
He?s said all along that Gleep is a lot smarter than anyone gives him credit 
for.?  
?Not smart,? Nunzio sez. ?Intelligent. It?s not that he?s smart about learning 
tricks or recognizing people. The Boss thinks that Gleep may actually be 
intelligent, as in planning and scheming. He thinks that Gleep may be 
attacking people on purpose and trying to make it look like accidents.?  
I have to admit that is a crazy thought, though even considerin? it as a 
possibility is scary. But Nunzio isn?t finished.  
?And another thing,? he sez, ?the other day, the Boss asked me my opinion. 
Not on rough-and-tumble stuff, mind you. He wanted to know what I thought 
about his personal habits.?  
?He did what?? I sez, blinkin? with surprise.  
Now, this is truly unheard of. When one is workin? as a Mob bodyguard, one 
observes and adapts to the habits of the body one is guardin? in order to be 
effective. Com-mentin? on those habits is not  
only unnecessary, it is ill-advised. Bein? asked to comment on those habits, 
particularly by the body itself, is inconceivable. It would be like askin? your 
armor if it thought you had smelly armpits.  
?What? You think I?d make something like this up?? Nunzio sez, a little hurt. 
?I?m telling you the Boss made a point of asking me if I thought he drank too 
much. What?s more, when I tried to hem and haw my way out of answering, 
he kept pushing and insisting that I give him an honest answer.?  
?Well, is he? Drinkin? too much, I mean,? I sez.  
?I really never thought about it,? Nunzio sez. ?I mean, sure he drinks. And he?s 
been drinking more since he and Aahz got back from Perv. But how much is 
too much? Know what I mean? And why should he ask me??  
?Yeah,? I sez. ?Weird.?  
We are both ponderin? this in silence when there is a knock on the door and 
Aahz pokes his head into the room.  
?Good,? he sez. ?I caught you both here. It?s payday, boys. Thought I?d bring 
yours up since I was headed this way.?  
With that, he tosses us each a small sack of gold. I say ?small? in that it isn?t 
one of the big bags like the tax collectors use. More like the size of my fist. 
Realizin?, however, the size of my fist, the amount of gold bein? given us is far 
from paltry.  
I glance over at Nunzio, and see that he is as surprised as I am.  
?Ummm... Did we get a raise or something that I missed hearin? about?? I sez, 
heftin? the sack in my hand.  
?Extra pay for the whole crew for helping out the kingdom,? Aahz sez with a 
wink. ?Bunny negotiated it.?  
?Nice,? Nunzio sez, his eyebrows still up.  
?Yeah. Well, thanks Aahz,? I sez.  
?No trouble,? he sez. ?By the way, I wouldn?t want to try to tell you your 
business as bodyguards, but you might want to wander down to Grimble?s.?  
?What?s up??  
?I just sent Skeeve down there to pick up his pay, and believe me, it?s more 
than ours put together. That?s an awful lot of gold for him to be carrying 
around unescorted.?  
FOURTEEN  
We are waitin? when the Boss emerges from Grimble?s office. As Aahz 
predicted, the sack he is carryin? is substantially larger than the ones given to 
Nunzio and me, to a point where he is usin? two hands to carry it.  
He strides on past us without so much as a ?Hello,? which, to say the least, is 
quite unlike him.  
Nunzio and I exchange glances, then fall in behind him. Truth to tell, I do not 
think he is even aware we are there. He just marches along kind of mutterin? 
to himself without lookin? either left or right. Naturally, the procession we are 
makin? draws a certain amount of attention, but the people who notice us take 
one look at the Boss?s expression and leave us alone.  
The silence lasts until we reach the door of the Boss?s room. Then, as he?s 
openin? the door, he seems to notice us for the first time, raisin? his eyebrows 
like we had just interrupted him in the middle of something.  
?You gonna want us for anything, Boss?? I sez, just to start the conversation. 
?You want we should wait around out here??  
?Whatever, Guido,? he sez with a wave, not even lookin? at us. ?I?m going to be 
here for a while, though, if you want to get something to eat. I?ve got a lot to 
think over.?  
Now, even though we have gotten him safely back to his room, I find I am not 
wild about leavin? him alone.  
?Oh, we already ate,? I sez. ?So we?ll just...?  
I realize at this point that I am talkin? to the door, which the Boss has just shut 
in my face.  
?... Set fire to the palace and roast a couple hot dogs,? I finish with a grimace.  
?See what I mean?? Nunzio sez. ?This is the way it?s been around here since 
you left for your assignment. Sometimes he talks your ear off, and then the 
next time you see him, it?s like you don?t exist.?  
?He does seem a little distracted,? I sez.  
?A little distracted?? Nunzio shoots back. ?If he was any more out of  
it, he wouldn?t know if he was wearing his clothes backward.?  
?Check me on this, cuz,? I sez, ignorin? his attempts at humor. ?Have you ever 
seen anyone so upset just after pickin? up their pay??  
?Not really, now that you mention it,? he sez, frownin? slightly. ?It was like 
something about getting paid upset him. You think maybe they shorted him 
with extra deductions??  
?C?mon, Nunzio,? I sez. ?Who?s gonna short him? The Queen is tryin? to get 
him to marry her and Grimble is scared to death of him. Besides, did you see 
the size of that bag? He could barely carry it. That sure didn?t look like a short 
payday to me.?  
?Well, something has him upset,? Nunzio sez. ?Maybe Grimble said something 
to him that hit him wrong.?  
We was still talkin? about this when the Boss opens his door.  
?Guido! Nunzio!? he sez. ?Come in here for a second.?  
We follow him into the room, and he sits down at his desk, the sack with his 
pay in it still on the desktop in front of him.  
?I?ve got a little assignment for you boys,? he sez with a smile.  
?Sure, Boss,? we say together.  
?But first, I want to check something. As long as I?ve known you, you?ve both 
made it clear that, in the past, you?ve had no qualms about bending the rules 
as situations called for it?working outside the law, as it were. Is that correct??  
?That?s right.?  
?No problem.?  
?All right. The job I have for you is to be done secretly, without anybody 
knowing that I?m behind it. Not even Aahz or Bunny. Understand??  
Now, this does not sound good. I haven?t been all that happy keepin? the real 
reason for my investigations from the Boss, but him includin? me and Nunzio 
in secrets he is keepin? from Aahz and the rest of the team is downright 
creepy.  
Still, I hide my discomfort and nod.  
?Okay. Here?s the job,? he sez, pushin? the bag forward. ?I want you to take 
this money and get rid of it.?  
To say the least, this is an unusual concept. I sneak a peek at Nunzio to see 
how he?s reactin?, only to find him lookin? back at me.  
?I don?t quite get you, Boss,? I sez, careful-Iike. ?What do you want  
us to do with it??  
?I don?t care and I don?t want to know,? he sez. ?I just want this money back in 
circulation within the kingdom. Spend it or give it to charity. Better still, figure 
some way of passing it around to those people who have been complaining 
that they can?t pay their taxes.?  
I am extremely confused at this. I look openly at Nun-zio for help, but he just 
shrugs.  
?I dunno, Boss,? I sez finally. ?It don?t seem right, somehow. I mean, we?re 
supposed to be collectin? taxes from people ... not givin? it to them.?  
?What Guido means,? Nunzio sez, ?is that our speciality is extractin? funds 
from people and institutions. Gi-vin? it back is a little out of our line.?  
?Well then I guess it?s about time you expanded your horizons,? the Boss sez, 
firm-like. ?Anyway, that?s the assignment. Understand??  
There?s only one acceptable answer to that.  
?Yes, Boss,? we sez together, but not real enthusiastic.  
?And remember, not a word about this to the rest of the team.?  
?If you say so, Boss.?  
I pick up the bag with my good hand. It is impressively heavy, and I decide to 
give it one more try.  
?Ummm ... Are you sure you want to do this, Boss?? I sez. ?It don?t seem right, 
somehow. Most folks would have to work for a lifetime to earn this much 
money.?  
?That?s the point,? he sez, almost to himself.  
?Huh??  
?Never mind,? he sez. ?I?m sure. Now do it. Okay??  
?Consider it done.?  
Neither of us said anything until we were back in Nun-zio?s room, each of us 
lost in his own thoughts. Once we were there, I dropped the sack of gold onto 
his bed and plopped down in a chair.  
Nunzio remained standin?.  
?Okay,? he sez, breakin? the silence. ?So what do you think??  
?I think we gotta find a couple money belts or saddle bags or somethin? to 
carry that gold around,? I sez. ?Haulin? it in that bag is not only an open 
invitation to trouble, it?s hard on the back.?  
?That?s it?? Nunzio sez, his squeaky voice climbin? an octave. ?With  
everything that?s happening, all you can think about is your back??  
?What do you want me to say?? I snaps back at him. ?That the Boss has gone 
round the bend? That he?s so far gone in foo-foo land that he?d need a map to 
find his way back??  
?Well, yeah,? Nunzio sez, taken a bit aback by my outburst. ?He is, isn?t he??  
?That?s so obvious, it goes without sayin?,? I sez, drop-pin? my voice back to 
normal. ?I mean, really. ?Give the money away.? No wonder he wanted us to 
keep it secret. If Aahz found out, he?d have a heart attack on the spot.?  
?So, what are we supposed to do??  
?Do?? I sez. ?Didn?t you hear? We?re supposed to take his pay and re-
distribute it to the needy.?  
?But that?s crazy!!?  
?So what?s your point?? I sez. ?How long have you worked for the Mob? You?re 
gonna try to tell me you?ve never had to take orders from a crazy person 
before??  
?C?mon, Guido,? Nunzio sez. ?It?s Skeeve we?re talking about here. Not some 
power-hungry Mob underboss.?  
Now this is truly an indication of how upset my cousin is. In all the years we?ve 
worked together, this is the first time I?ve known him to lose his 
professionalism to a point where he referred to our immediate superior by his 
proper name rather than the generic phrase ?the Boss.? That meant that he 
was so fond of Skeeve as a person that he was forgettin? to maintain that 
emotional distance necessary for someone in our line of work. Unfortunately, 
he wasn?t the only one.  
?I know what you mean, cousin,? I sez, quiet-like. ?The trouble is, I don?t see 
as where we have a lot of options right now. I mean, what can we do? If we 
ignore this assignment, then we?re goin? against a direct order. If we try to 
alert the rest of the team as to what?s goin? on with Skeeve, then we?re goin? 
against his direct orders to keep it a secret. Besides, I?ve got a hunch that 
they already know how close Skeeve is to losin? it. Most of them have known 
him better and for a lot longer than we have.?  
We look at each other in silence for a few moments.  
?I guess that brings us to my original question,? Nunzio sez with a sigh. ?What 
are we gonna do??  
?What we always do,? I sez. ?We?re gonna follow orders. Of course, if we clear 
up a few of the Boss?s other problems at the same time, that?ll just be a 
bonus. Right??  
?That sounds like you?ve got an idea, cuz,? Nunzio sez, cockin? an eyebrow at 
me.  
?As a matter of fact, I do,? I sez, showin? a few extra teeth in a smile. ?When it 
comes to passin? money back to the populace, I think I know just the crew to 
help us. The fact that they?re currently on our list as problem children just 
makes it all the sweeter.?  
I manage to appear confident enough that by the time I get done outlinin? what 
I have in mind, Nunzio is smilin?, too.  
What I manage to keep hidden from him is my real worry about the current 
situation. However it all comes out in the end, my readin? of this convoluted 
job and the effect it?s havin? on Skeeve and the rest of the team is that we?ll 
never again be able to get back to how we were before.  
FIFTEEN  
?You?re sure about this?? I sez, starin? at the sporting goods shop.  
?As sure as one can be about anything without a full confession,? Pookie sez.  
It occurs to me that I could tell her a thing or two about confessions, but I let it 
pass. Such discussions would only confuse the issues at hand.  
We were back at the Sherwood Arms subdivision, where Nunzio and I caught 
up with Pookie, Spyder, and Chumley. While I couldn?t tell them the exact 
nature of our assignment from the Boss, I felt it was necessary to let them 
know we was in the area, just so?s we didn?t look suspicious if we ran into 
them by accident. All I said was things was heatin? up back at the palace, and 
that it would be best if we could conclude our business with the bandits in the 
forest ASAP so?s we could get back and give the Boss our undivided 
attention. Chumley gave me a bit of the fish-eye, but Pookie and Spyder 
bought the explanation without question.  
As it turned out, however, they had developed a solid lead on the bandits.  
?Tell me again how you figured this out,? I sez.  
?Actually, it was Spyder who came up with it,? Pookie sez. ?Why don?t you 
explain it, little sister??  
?It was nothing, really,? Spyder sez. ?I got to thinking about the fact that they 
were attacking the tax collectors with bows. Unless you?re real good with one 
of those things, that means a lot of arrows, and unless you?re big on making 
the things yourself, that means a supply source. Remember how many 
crossbow bolts we had on stock when we were running the supply depot??  
I just nodded and gestured for her to continue.  
?Well, I did a little checking around, and it seems the only place that stocks 
arrows in quantity in these parts is that shop you were in the first time we 
were here.?  
?That would explain why that guy was so closed-mouthed when you leaned on 
him, Guido,? Pookie put in. ?If he?s making money supplying the bandits, the 
last thing he would want would be for us to shut them down.?  
?There?s more to it than that,? Spyder sez. ?We?ve been keeping a watch on 
the place and there?s about half a dozen guys who are in and out of there all 
the time. They aren?t purchasing or delivering anything. It?s like they?re 
meeting or getting assignments or something.?  
?You?re sure they haven?t spotted you staking the place out?? Nunzio sez.  
?Not a chance, old boy,? Chumley puts in. ?We?ve been taking turns and using 
disguise spells to alter our appearance. They?re blissfully ignorant that we?re 
onto them.?  
?They got any kind of a schedule on these meetin?s?? I sez.  
?Nothing regular,? Pookie sez. ?But there?s a bunch of them in there right 
now.?  
That?s all I need to hear.  
?Well, Nunzio,? I sez, settling my weapons on my belt, ?let?s you and me 
wander over there and have a little chat with them.?  
?You want some help or any kind of disguises?? Pookie sez.  
?I think we?ll play this as a come-as-you-are-party,? I sez. ?The rest  
of you stay out of sight for now. If our play doesn?t work, it?ll be your turn next.?  
?Are you sure this is such a good idea? Us taking them on with just the two of 
us?? Nunzio sez to me under his breath as we cross the streets.  
?It may not be the best play,? I sez, ?but it?s the only way we can play it without 
lettin? the others know about the orders we got from the Boss.?  
?When he told us to give away the gold, I don?t think he meant we should have 
people take it off our corpses,? Nunzio points out.  
?Relax, cousin,? I sez. ?You?ll see. This is strictly amateur hour. These suburb 
guys are even softer than the city-street types we?re used to leanin? on. Just 
run the standard hard stare on ?em and we shouldn?t have any problems. Here 
we go.?  
Now, there are two ways of flexin? one?s muscles when bracin? a person or 
place: hard, and soft. The first time I hit this place with Pookie and Spyder, we 
was usin? the ?soft? technique. That is, we talked soft, smiled a lot, and 
handled things gentle, all of which emphasized the fact that we could have 
been a lot rougher if we chose.  
Now, I figured it was time to use the ?hard? approach.  
Standin? in front of the door, I take a deep breath, then raise my arms and slap 
it hard with both hands. Said door responds by flyin? open noisily. (The fact 
that it stays on its hinges is a tribute to its solid construction rather than an 
indication that I?m losin? my strength.) Before the sound dies away, I walk 
through the resultin? openin? with Nunzio crowdin? close behind me.  
If there is any doubt in my mind as to whether Pookie is correct in her 
deductions, it is dispelled by the reactions of the guys inside. The whole group 
freezes in place, and in genera] look about guilty as gamblers in a protected 
bookie joint when an unbought cop walks in.  
The guy I talked to on my first visit is behind the counter, and I fix him with a 
hard stare.  
?Remember me?? I sez.  
?Umm ... Sure. You?re the guy who was in here before with a couple ... 
friends. Right?? he stammers.  
?Close, but no cigar,? I sez, makin my way slowly up to the assemblage. ?I?m 
the guy you was gonna find out some information for.  
Information about the bandits in the forest. Ring a bell??  
?Umm ... We?ll be going now, Robb,? one of the guys in the shop sez, edgin? 
toward the door.  
?I don?t think so,? I sez. ?Nunzio!?  
?Got ?em, Guido,? my cousin sez, leanin? in the doorway.  
The group of guys looks at him, then take up a position as far as they can get 
from either Nunzio or myself.  
I turns back to the guy behind the counter.  
?You was about to say??  
?Uh... Of course,? he sez, backin? away from the counter. ?I?ve done some 
asking around, and ...?  
?From what I?ve heard, you wouldn?t have had to ask to far now, would you?? I 
sez, leanin? on the counter and showin? a few teeth. ?Like, no farther than 
who?s standin? in this shop right now. Am I right??  
?Well... um ...? the guy stammers.  
I hold up a hand to silence him.  
?Before you say anythin?,? I sez. ?Let?s be sure we understand each other. 
Now, by this time you have figured out that, in our line of work, my colleague 
and I occasionally have to hurt people. Right??  
He nods vigorously.  
?That?s part of the job, and we do it. Nothin? personal.? I leans in a little closer. 
?If, however, said hurtee has insulted my intelligence by lyin? to me, then it 
makes me mad and I do take it personally. Know what I mean??  
The guy swallows hard, then nods again.  
?Now, keepin? that in mind, let?s continue the conversation. I was sayin? that 
you wouldn?t have to ask further than the guys here in the shop to get 
information about the bandits in the forest, and you was about to agree. 
Right??  
The guy looks at his friends, then he looks at Nunzio and me, then drops his 
eyes and nods.  
?I didn?t quite hear mat,? I sez.  
The guy nods more vigorously.  
I look over at Nunzio, who kind of shrugs helplessly.  
This could take a while. Unfortunately, we don?t have whole bunches of time. 
If we don?t settle this quick, the other team members  
are gonna come lookin? for us.  
Tell you what... Robb, is it?? I sez. ?What say I just tell you what?s been goin? 
on, and you just point out any parts that I get wrong. Okay??  
Again, the weak nod.  
?First off, we know you and your buddies here are involved with the bandits,? I 
sez. ?Whether mis here is the whole gang or you?re just a part of it doesn?t 
matter right now. For our purposes, you?re it. Right??  
Swallow and nod.  
?What?s more,? I sez, ?the way we?ve got it figured, you?ve been usin? part of 
the loot to pay off me locals hereabouts so they?ll cover for you.?  
?No, we haven?t,? me guy sez, finally findin? his voice.  
?Excuse me?? I sez, cockin? an eyebrow at him.  
?Paying off the locals, I mean,? he sez, quick-like. ?I won?t say it isn?t a good 
idea, but it never occurred to us. We?ve been keeping it all.?  
This presents a problem. I mean, our whole idea of lookin? these jokers up is 
to use them to redistribute the Boss?s gold. Clearly I am gonna have to think 
of a way to revise our plan whilst in mid-negotiation.  
?Whatever,? I sez. ?Now, what we?re lookin? for here is a plan so?s we can all 
eat out of the same bowl. Like, say, maybe we finance your operation in 
exchange for a small percentage of the take.?  
?Don?t do it, Robb.?  
The guy now talkin? is a skinny, red-headed dude who is suddenly lookin? very 
serious instead of scared.  
?Why not, Will?? sez Robb. ?It could be the perfect solution to our ... 
predicament.?  
?It would be putting our head in a noose,? the redhead sez. ?So far, all they 
have is hearsay. If we accept money from them, then it?s a clear admission of 
what we?re doing, and they?ll have grounds to arrest us. If we try to say that 
we were just kidding, then they can nail us for fraud. Either way, taking their 
money would be a bad idea.?  
It occurs to me that this guy is soundin? a lot like a lawyer, which is a whole 
different sub-species of bandit than the type I had been figurin? on dealin? with.  
?And what about the Game Preserve?? puts in another of the group.  
?What about it?? I sez, now thoroughly confused.  
?You know, the plans to sell the Royal Game Preserve off to the lumber 
companies,? he sez.  
?What plans?? I sez. ?You know anything about this, Nunzio?  
?It?s news to me,? Nunzio sez. ?Sounds like the kind of thing that Grimble 
would come up with, though. Odds are the Boss doesn?t even know about it, 
what with all the stuff they?ve been having him sign.?  
?There! You see! I knew it!? the red-head chimes in. ?These guys are working 
for the kingdom. This whole act has been nothing but a sting operation. It?s a 
clear case of entrapment.?  
This meetin? has gotten completely out of control. It comes to me that there is 
only one way out of this mess. ?Shaddup, alla youse!? I bellow.  
Everybody freezes and looks at me.  
?I am hereby declarin? all of youse to be members of the Sherwood Arms 
Grievance Committee. What?s more,? I pause to give them all a smile, ?your 
first duty is to accompany us back to the Royal Palace so?s you can present 
your problems to the Boss ... I mean, the Great Skeeve personally.?  
SIXTEEN  
Surprisingly enough, the trip back to the palace is extremely pleasant.  
We have allowed the Sherwood Arms delegation to keep their bows, just to 
prove to them that they are not bein? arrested, and once they loosen up, they 
prove to be the nicest travelin? companions one could ask for. They are 
always chatterin? back and forth with jokes and stories about their huntin? trips 
and life in the suburbs, and one of them is actually some sort of entertainer 
who fills in the low spots with songs and stand-up comedy routines.  
Then, too, there is the ongoin? archery contest. From the get-go, they are 
fascinated by the custom mini-crossbows that Nunzio and I are carryin?, which 
in no time develops into a shootin? match, with us pickin? targets at random on 
the road ahead to aim at as we walk. This is really no contest at all, as the 
Nunzio and I can easily outshoot any of them, even when we rigs the match a 
bit by shootin? first so that by the  
time they take their turn, the targets are considerably closer. Finally, we end 
up passin? our weapons to Spyder and Pookie, but even then the match is 
one-sided. Once they get the hang of the hair-triggers, they are also makin? 
the delegates look bad. Fortunately, the Sherwood boys don?t take offence at 
this. In fact, they take to cheerin? the good shots and needlin? each other when 
they miss.  
?I say, old boy,? Chumley sez, fallin? in step with me as we walk. He, like 
Pookie, is still usin? a disguise spell to make him look like a local so as not to 
spook our guests. ?Do you really think this is such a good idea? I mean, the 
whole point of this exercise has been to investigate and handle the situation 
without bothering Skeeve. Now, we?re effectively bringing it back and dumping 
it in his lap unannounced.?  
This question, and variations on it, has been the most popular subject of 
conversation among the team since I decided to bring the bandits back to the 
palace to meet the Boss. Every one of them, as we were travelin?, has pulled 
me aside out of earshot of the delegation to ask, in varyin? degrees of 
politeness, if I know what I am doin?.  
?I figure it?s our best shot to straighten out this mess,? I sez. ?These boys have 
it in their head that the Boss is some kind of power-mad monster who?s out to 
take the kingdom away from the Queen. Now, you know the Boss. Do you 
really think that anyone can talk to him for more than a few minutes and still 
keep that impression??  
?He?s likeable enough, all right,? Chumley sez. ?But he can have a bit of a 
temper, too. I just hope we catch him in a good mood. Oh well. I guess we?re 
committed now. We?ll just have to muddle through somehow.?  
This is not exactly the enthusiastic vote of confidence I had been hopin? for 
from Chumley. He is probably the most level-headed member of our team, 
despite his bein? a Troll, and his worries do nothin? toward givin? me peace of 
mind.  
?Okay, cuz,? Nunzio sez, slidin? into Chumley?s place as that notable drops 
back to talk to Pookie. ?Now that we?re almost there, how do you figure we 
should play this, exactly??  
We are makin? our final approach to the palace, so the time for analyzin? and 
plannin? is over. It?s now time to settle on specifics.  
?I figure we take them into the courtyard,? I sez. ?Then, you and the  
others hold ?em there and keep them amused while I hunt up the Boss. I?ll 
give him a quick run-down on what?s happenin?, then bring him out to meet the 
delegates.?  
?You?re gonna explain all this to the Boss?? he sez, raisin? an eyebrow. ?Are 
you sure you don?t want me to handle that little task??  
?It?s nice of you to offer, cuz,? I sez. ?But I figure this is my job. I know you?re 
better at talkin? and explainin? than I am, but this whole investigation, and 
particularly bringin? the delegation to the palace, was my idea. If the Boss is 
gonna blow his stack and take it out on someone, it should be me.?  
?Okay,? he sez with a sigh, clappin? a hand on my shoulder. ?I just hope you 
know what you?re doing.?  
The repetition of this theme is startin? to get on my nerves. You see, I don?t 
really know what I?m doin?. I?ve just come up with what I think is the best 
solution and am keepin? my fingers crossed. Now, as we are enterin? the 
passage to the courtyard, I am feelin? less and less confident that this is a 
good idea.  
?So, Guido,? Robb sez, edgin? up to me. ?What are we supposed to say to the 
Skeeve, anyway? I mean, I don?t think any of us have actually met a real 
magician before. Is there any kind of protocol we should follow??  
?Just relax and be yourselves,? I sez. ?At first, let Nunzio and me do most of 
the talkin?. Then just talk to him like you would anybody else.?  
?Is there any kind of special way we should address him? Like ?Your 
Greatness? or anything??  
?You aren?t listenin? to me, Robb,? I sez, gettin? a little exasperated. ?The Boss 
is a nice guy. In fact, he?s younger than you are. All you have to do is ...?  
?Hey Guido! What?s up??  
I look up to find Aahz wavin? and walkin? towards us across the courtyard.  
I start to wave back, then realize that Robb is startin? to fumble with his bow.  
?What are you doin??? I sez.  
?That?s a demon!? Robb sez, his eyes all wild-like.  
The rest of the delegation is also startin? to load arrows, and I realize that we 
have not completely briefed them as to the sights and sounds  
they could expect to encounter when they reached the palace.  
?Hey! Relax!? I sez, hastily. ?That?s just Aahz. He?s the Boss?s partner, and ...?  
?Gleep!?  
Around the comer comes Gleep. Apparently Aahz was exercising him in the 
courtyard when we arrived. In a flash, I can see we?ve got trouble.  
?That?s a dragon!!?  
?Relax, everybody!!? I bellows in my best command voice. ?There?s no need to 
...?  
Just then, Gleep catches sight of Nunzio and comes boundin? forward.  
?Gleep!?  
That?s when it all hits the fan.  
A lot of things happen so fast that I am left with a confusin? array of separate 
images.  
• The bows come up loaded with arrows.  
• Aahz stops in his tracks.  
• Gleep slams on the brakes and throws himself sideways in front of Aahz.  
• Pookie and Spyder pile into the delegation, tryin? to stop them from 
shootin?.  
• An arrow flies and ...  
Gleep gives out a high-pitch wail, rears up, and then collapses on his side.  
At the sound, everybody freezes in place and stares in silence, like we was all 
in a picture for one of those play advertisements.  
Then, everyone starts talkin? at once.  
?What did you do that for??!!?  
?But it was attacking!?  
?No it wasn?t! It wanted to play!?  
?That?s Skeeve?s pet you just shot!?  
?Oh geez!?  
?How were we supposed to know??  
While the babble is goin? on behind me, I runs forward and joins Aahz, who is 
kneelin? by Gleep.  
?How is he?? I sez.  
Even as I speak, I realize this is a kinda stupid question. From where I stand, I 
can see the arrow stickin? out of the Boss?s pet just behind his front leg. For a 
crew that normally couldn?t hit the broadside of a barn if they was inside, this 
time they managed to come up with a shot that was deadly accurate.  
?It?s not good,? Aahz sez, not lookin? up. ?You better have someone get 
Skeeve.?  
?Nunzio!? I call. ?Get the Boss! Quick!?  
?Gleep,? the dragon sez, tryin? weakly to raise its head.  
?Just lie quiet, fellah,? Aahz sez, in a surprisingly gentle voice. ?Skeeve will be 
here soon.?  
I turn and walk back to where the delegation is now huddled together.  
?Robb,? I sez, beckonin? him forward.?  
?Geez, Guido,? he sez. ?We didn?t know ...?  
?Shaddup!? I sez, cuttin? him short. ?Remember what I told you about talkin? 
with the Boss??  
?Yeah??  
?Well, forget it. With what?s just happened, you better let Nunzio and me do all 
the talkin?.?  
It seems like it takes forever, but it?s probably not more than a minute or two 
before Nunzio and the Boss come flyin? out of the palace. Of course, in the 
Boss?s case, this is literal type statement. That is to say, Nunzio is leadin? the 
way at a pace a few notches short of a dead run, while the Boss is floatin? 
along just behind him. Even at this distance, I can see that he?s lookin? 
happier than I have seen him in a long time.  
This surprises me.  
Not that he is flyin?. That is one of the smaller magiks that he has at his 
disposal, even though he doesn?t use it all that much. Rather, I am surprised 
that he seems happy, as I can see nothin? in the current state of affairs that 
would put him in such a mood.  
Then he sees Gleep and he stops smilin?. At this, I realize what has 
happened. Nunzio has simply fetched him without tellin? him what was up. Any 
hopes I have for his bein? in a good mood disappear along with his smile.  
In a flash he is on the ground and kneelin? at Gleep?s side, cradlin?  
his pet?s head in his arms.  
?What?s wrong, fellah?? I hear him say. ?Aahz? What?s the matter with him??  
Aahz glances at us, then clears his throat.  
?Skeeve, I...? he begins, then stops as the Boss suddenly stiffens up.  
He has just noticed the arrow that?s stickin? out of Gleep?s side. An expression 
dances across his face that does not bode well for any of us in the near 
vicinity.  
Just then, Gleep stirs again, raisin? his head.  
?Take it easy, fellah,? the Boss sez, his expression sof-tenin? again.  
Gleep cranks his head around and looks the Boss in the eye.  
?Skeeve?? he sez, then goes limp.  
The Boss carefully puts Gleep?s head on the ground, then gets up and stands 
lookin? at him for a minute. Then he looks at us.  
In my work with the Mob, I have met several people who could threaten you 
with just a look. I?ve even done it myself when the situation called for it. But in 
all my years, I have never seem anything like the look the Boss is givin? us 
right now.  
?All right,? he sez in a deadly-soft voice. ?I want to know what?s been going on 
here ... and I want to know now!!?  
Remember when I said that when Nunzio went lookin? for the Boss, it seemed 
to take a lot longer than it actually did? Well, it seemed even longer this time 
before anyone spoke ... practically years.  
Finally, Aahz broke the silence.  
?Urn ... partner?? he sez.  
?Not now, Aahz,? the Boss sez, still starin? at us.  
?Suit yourself,? Aahz shrugs. ?I just thought you might want to take care of 
Gleep before getting in to all this.?  
The Boss?s head comes around with a snap.  
?Take care of Gleep?? he sez. ?But isn?t he... ? I mean...?  
Aahz frowns at him for a second, then his expression clears.  
?Oh! I get it now. You thought...? he breaks off with a little chuckle. ?Relax, 
partner. He?ll be fine. He just passed out from the shock is all.?  
?But the arrow ... ??  
?Dragons are tough.? Aahz smiles. ?Besides, most people don?t know much 
about dragon anatomy. That arrow?s  
nowhere near where his heart is. Once we get it out of him, he should heal up 
fine.?  
Now, I?ll admit that I am among those that Aahz is referrin? to that don?t know 
anything about dragon anatomy. This does not, however, mean that I am slow 
on the uptake.  
?Nunzio!? I barks. ?Find Massha fast. Tell her to bring that stuff she used on 
my arm. Spyder! Scout around for a wagon big enough that we can move 
Gleep back to the stables. If anyone gives you any grief, convince them. 
Either that or tell ?em to take it up with me later.?  
In the blink of an eye, they are both up and runnin?.  
?Can I help out at all?? sez one of the delegates, step-pin? up to me.  
?Like how?? I sez, frowniri? as I try to remember the guy?s name. ?You?re ...?  
?Tuck,? he sez. ?I?m a cook. I heard the ... the green gentleman say something 
about cutting the arrow out. Well, I?m pretty good with a knife and know a bit 
about animal anatomy ... though not about dragons specifically ... and ...?  
?Okay, stand by,? I sez. ?Just don?t do anything until Massha gets here.?  
?Massha?? he sez.  
?Don?t worry. You?ll know her when you see her.?  
After that, it was pretty much routine. Tuck was as good as his word and got 
the arrow out of the Boss?s pet with minimal blood bein? spilled. Massha was 
right there with her magik salve, and by the time we got around to loadin? 
Gleep onto the wagon, the wound was already healin?.  
I was takin? a breather after helpin? with the latter chore, Gleep bein? no 
featherweight, when Robb beckons me aside for a quick chat.  
?Guido,? he sez, ?the boys and I are going to take couple rooms at that inn we 
passed just outside the castle.  
Things are crazy enough right now I think our business with Skeeve can wait 
until tomorrow.?  
?You?re probably right,? I sez. ?It?s kind of a shame, though. Your havin? to wait 
after havin? come all this way to meet the Boss.?  
?Oh, the actual meeting is more of a formality now,? he sez. ?I?m sure we?ll be 
able to work out some kind of an arrangement with him. I?d say your point has 
definitely been proven.?  
?Which point is that?? I sez, genuinely puzzled.  
?About how Skeeve is a nice guy and more reasonable than we gave him 
credit for. I mean, talk is easy and the best of us can get fooled, but that was a 
pretty solid demonstration we got.? He paused and shook his head. ?The kid 
was genuinely upset about his dragon getting shot, and deservedly so, I might 
add. He really wanted to lay into us, and no one could have or would have 
stopped him. Still, even when he was deadly-eyed mad, his first reaction was 
to ask for an explanation ... to hear our side of what had happened. Then, 
when it turned out that the dragon was just wounded, his main concern was 
taking care of his pet, not going after punishment or vengeance. To me, that 
makes him a hell of a man.?  
?That?s the Boss, all right,? I sez, grinnin? slightly.  
?Yeah, well you can also tell a lot about a man by the friends he attracts,? 
Robb smiles. ?Even though your crew is pretty fearsome when viewed from 
the outside, it?s also easy to see that you?re all fiercely loyal to Skeeve ... far 
beyond a simple employee-employer relationship. It speaks well of him, and 
you.?  
Before I can say anything in response to this, he sticks out his hand. I shake 
it, and he turns and marches off to rejoin the rest of the delegation.  
As I am watchin? him go, I suddenly realize there is someone standin? next to 
me.  
?Oh. Hi, Boss,? I sez.  
?Guido,? he acknowledges. ?I believe you were about to explain to me what?s 
going on. Let?s take a walk and you can fill me in.?  
So I do.  
I tell him everything we?ve been doin? since he got back from Perv, with only a 
little bit of editin? for content.  
When I get done, he is silent for a long time.  
?I?m sorry, Boss,? I sez, finally, tryin? to prod him into commentin?.  
?No, Guido,? he sez, quiet-like. ?I?m the one who?s sorry.?  
With that, he walks off in the direction of the stables.  
SEVENTEEN  
?Some of my best friends are dragons.?  
SIEGFRIED  
Skeeve the Great. What a joke.  
If there was ever a time in my life when I felt less great than now, it has been 
mercifully forgotten.  
The irony was that not that long ago, barely an hour really, I had been on top 
of the world. I had told Queen Hemlock that I didn?t want to marry her and 
survived the experience. Not only survived it, but had also escaped the awful 
threat of her abdicating and leaving me to run the kingdom by myself. For the 
first time in months, I was completely free from obligations and commitments. 
I had been literally walking on air.  
Then Gleep got shot. To boot, that led to my finding out that there was a 
whole batch of problems the team had been handling without even telling me 
about them. Handling, as in putting themselves in the line of fire so I wouldn?t 
be bothered.  
It was disturbing to realize that I couldn?t trust the team anymore. At least, I 
felt like I couldn?t trust them because they didn?t trust me enough to be open 
and honest about things anymore.  
I was feeling confused and more than a little hurt, so I did what I usually do 
when things start crowding in on me. I retreated to the stables to hang out 
with Gleep.  
Of course now, he was sleeping. Recovering from shock while his wound 
healed, Massha had said. I glanced over to be sure he was resting quietly, 
then went back to thinking.  
The nice thing about the stables is that few people ever came here. I?ve been 
told that it?s the smell that keeps them away, but when you?ve spent years 
with a pet dragon whose eating habits give him bad breath that would gag a 
maggot, it takes more than a bit of barnyard perfume to bother you. As a 
result, I had a place to go where I could be alone. A place where no one 
would intrude. A place where ...  
?Hi, Skeeve.?  
The voice was easily recognizable, so I didn?t even look around.  
?Okay, you found me, Bunny,? I said, heaving a sigh. ?What is it now? More 
spreadsheets? Did Grimble misplace a decimal in the budget??  
She didn?t answer, so I finally turned to face her.  
As always, she was a delightfully curvaceous bundle who is a delight to look 
at. Now, however, she was staring at the ground and trembling slightly.  
?Actually,? she said softly, ?I came down to see how Gleep was. I really didn?t 
mean to intrude. I?ll leave you alone and check back later.?  
She turned and started to leave.  
?Whoa. Wait a minute, Bunny,? I called. ?I?m sorry. I didn?t mean to snap at 
you. It?s just... it?s been a rough day. That?s all.?  
She stopped, but didn?t turn back.  
?So, so you want me to leave or not?? she said.  
?Yes. No. I don?t know,? I stammered. ?I?m so turned around ... I just don?t 
know.?  
?That?s really the heart of the problem, isn?t it?? she said, turning at last. ?If you 
don?t know what you want, how is anyone else supposed to figure it out??  
?It?s more than that,? I said. ?I just don?t know who to trust anymore.?  
?What, you mean because of the little side project Guido and Nunzio took on 
without telling you??  
?You heard about that, huh?? I said, then a thought struck me. ?Or did you 
know about it all along? Have you been part of this conspiracy of silence the 
whole time??  
?As a matter of fact, I didn?t know about it,? she said. ?I guess they weren?t 
sure that I wouldn?t have felt obligated to tell you.?  
?That?s a relief,? I sighed.  
?Is it?? she said. ?I?ll be honest with you, Skeeve. If they had included me in 
their planning, I would have gone along with it.?  
?You would??  
?Yes, I would,? she said. ?This whole thing with Queen Hemlock and the 
kingdom?s finances has had you tied in knots, Skeeve. You really didn?t need 
any other distractions.?  
?I see,? I said. ?I would have thought, if anyone, that you would be on my side, 
Bunny.?  
?When did it become ?sides,? Skeeve?? Bunny sighed. ?We?re all supposed to 
be on the same team. Remember??  
?Well, yes. But...?  
?Have you listened to yourself lately, Skeeve?? she continued. ?When I first 
walked in here, you nearly bit my head off because you thought I was coming 
to you with more problems. Now, in the same conversation, you?re upset 
because Guido and Nunzio didn?t come to you with new problems. You think 
you?re confused?  
Well, don?t feel all alone. The whole team is confused right now.?  
?I don?t... I just can?t seem to get a fix on things anymore,? I said.  
?I?ve noticed,? she said, turning to go. ?Well, when you sort things out, or if you 
want someone to talk to, let me know. Until then, I think I?ll just try to stay out 
of your way.?  
?Bunny, I...? I started to say, but she had already gone.  
Terrific.  
I leaned against Gleep?s stall and let my thoughts whirl through my mind.  
Now, on top of everything else, Bunny was upset with me. It was strange to 
realize just how much that bothered me. When her uncle, Don Bruce, first 
assigned her to me as my moll, she had come on so strong that she made me 
uneasy just to be around. Heck, she scared the pants off me. Since then, she 
had settled into the role of administrative assistant and personal confidante, 
performing with such competence and efficiency that she was now an 
indispensable member of the team. I had nothing but the highest respect for 
her, and wanted desperately for her to respect me in turn.  
?Bunny ... right.?  
I looked up to find Gleep awake and staring at me.  
?Gleep!? I said. ?Are you all right, fellah? You?re looking better and ... you?re 
talking??  
I remembered now that, just before he collapsed, he had said my name, 
effectively doubling his vocabulary up until that point. I had been impressed at 
the time, but now ...  
?Bunny ... right,? he said again.  
?Wait a minute, Gleep,? I said. ?You can talk? Why haven?t you said anything 
before??  
?Secret,? he said, then craned his neck to look toward the door. ?Keep ... 
secret??  
?Sure, I?ll keep it a secret,? I said. ?But... wait a minute. What do you mean 
?Bunny?s right???  
?Friends ... love ... Skeeve,? my pet said. ?Skeeve ... not... happy. Friends ... 
try ... make ... happy. Not... know ... how.?  
Maybe it was his broken speech or the simplification it required, but what 
Gleep was saying made sense. It kind of summarized what a lot of people had 
been telling me. In an absence of information from me, the team had been left 
to their own devices at interpreting what it would take to make me happy, then 
acting on those interpretations. In turn, I had been looking at those actions 
without realizing what they were doing, and ...  
?Wait a minute, Gleep,? I said. ?Those ?accidents? you?ve been having. Did 
they have anything to do with what you?re telling me now??  
?Gleep,? he said, chewing at his foot.  
?Oh no,? I said. ?The ?dumb animal? bit won?t work any more. Answer the 
question.?  
He looked at me levelly.  
?Skeeve ... not... happy,? he said. ?Gleep ... love ... Skeeve.?  
If I thought my brain was whirling before, now it was doing loop-the-loops.  
?But Gleep, I don?t know what it will take to make me happy,? I said 
desperately.  
?Talk ... Aahz,? he said.  
?What??  
?Talk ... Aahz,? he repeated. ?Aahz ... help.?  
Actually, that was pretty good advice. Aahz had been my teacher and mentor 
long before he took me as a full partner. Not only had he seen a lot and been 
around for a long time, he had a vested interest in my well-being.  
?Good idea, Gleep,? I said. ?But now that we?re talking .. .?  
?Talk ... Aahz,? he said again. ?Gleep ... sleep ... now. Hurt.?  
With that, he lowered his head to the ground, heaved a sigh, and closed his 
eyes.  
Having been effectively dismissed by my own pet, I went to find Aahz.  
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I barely noticed my  
surroundings as I made my way through the palace courtyard. Even though I 
wasn?t seeing things, however, didn?t mean others weren?t seeing me.  
?Hi, Skeeve. How?s the dragon??  
It was Pookie, leaning against the courtyard wall in the shadows.  
?Gleep? Oh, I think he?ll be fine, Pookie. Thanks for asking.?  
?Any chance you have a minute to talk?? she said. ?I know you?re busy, but...?  
She let it trail off.  
?Sure, if you don?t mind talking while we walk,? I said. ?What?s up??  
?I wanted to talk to you now that things have calmed down a little,? she said, 
falling in step with me. ?Is what I?ve heard right? The whole thing with the 
Queen has been resolved??  
?That?s right,? I said, forcing a smile. ?I?m off the hook. It turns out that her 
whole threat to abdicate and stick me with Possiltum if I didn?t marry her was 
just a bluff. I?m still single, and she?s going to handle the kingdom.?  
?Uh-huh,? she said. ?Well, in that case it seems like it?s time for me to move 
on.?  
?It does?? I said, slowing slightly.  
Truth to tell, with all the excitement that had been goin on, I really hadn?t given 
much thought to Pookie and her continued employment. Apparently she had.  
?Sure,? she said. ?I was only hanging around because there was some 
question as to how the Queen would take it if you turned her down. Now that 
we?ve cleared that hurdle, I can?t see anything for me to do around here that 
can?t be handled by Guido and Nunzio.?  
?I dunno, Pookie,? I said. ?I haven?t had a chance to talk with the rest of the 
team, but I?m pretty sure they?d be interested in taking you on as a full-time 
member of M.Y.T.H. Inc. At this point, I don?t think there?s any question as to 
your being qualified.?  
?I?ve thought of that,? she said. ?No offence, but I don?t really think it?s for me. I 
still get too much of a kick freelancing through the dimensions to settle down 
to steady work just now. Besides, I?ve got a new partner now. I?d want to 
teach her the ropes a bit and get her some seasoning before she?d be ready 
to apply for a place in your crew.?  
I homed in on two phrases in her statement: ?new partner? and  
?her/she.? Pookie hadn?t met all that many people here on Klah, much less 
female people. Massha was about to get married, and Queen Hemlock wasn?t 
budging. By elimination, it sounded like she was talking about Bunny.  
?A new partner?? I said, trying to make it sound casual. ?Anyone I know??  
?Don?t know how well you know her,? Pookie said. ?But it?s Spyder, if that?s 
what you?re asking.?  
I felt strangely relieved that she wasn?t referring to Bunny, but her answer still 
left me puzzled.  
?Spyder?? I said, frowning. ?The guy from the Army that?s been checking on 
the tax collectors? He?s a woman? I mean ...?  
?I guess you don?t know her too well,? Pookie said with a laugh. ?Trust me, 
Skeeve. She?s a woman. I know the difference.?  
?So, you?re teaming with her now,? I said quickly, trying to hide my 
embarrassment. ?When did this happen??  
?Well, we?ve been working together on the tax collectors getting hijacked, and 
we hit it off pretty well,? she said. ?The kid?s a little wet behind the ears, but 
there?s plenty of potential there if anyone?s willing to take the time to work with 
her.?  
For some reason, that reminded me of my early days with Aahz. As complex 
as things had become lately, I found myself reflecting on those times with a 
certain amount of nostalgia.  
?Well, if your mind?s made up, I don?t see where I can object,? I said. ?Any idea 
how soon you?ll be leaving??  
?It?ll take a day or two to get her sprung from the Army,? Pookie said, ?but after 
that we can pretty much pick our time. The nice thing about being on your 
own is that you can name your own schedule.?  
?Just be sure to stop by and say ?Goodbye? before you go,? I said. ?If nothing 
else, I think you?re due an extra bonus this round.?  
?That?s sweet of you, Skeeve,? she smiled. ?But then, you?ve been a square-
shooter all along. In case it doesn?t get said later, I?ll miss you. It?s been a real 
experience.?  
With that she turned and headed off in the opposite direction.  
Even though we hadn?t worked together that long or that closely, I felt a 
certain loss thinking of her eventual departure. She had been part of the team, 
and it wouldn?t be the same without her.  
Of course, Massha would be leaving as well, now that she was getting 
married.  
It made me wonder what other changes might be in store now that our work in 
Possiltum was finished.  
EIGHTEEN  
?I was hoping for a little fatherly advice.?  
J. CHRIST  
?C?mon in, partner,? Aahz said, beckoning me into his room. ?I was wondering 
if you were going to stop by.?  
That was all the invitation I needed, and, after casually closing the door 
behind me, sank into one of room?s chairs.  
?Would you like something to drink, or are you still on the wagon??  
I had been making an effort to cut back on my drinking, but right now a drink 
sounded like a good idea.  
?Some wine would be nice, thanks,? I said.  
?Coming right up,? he said, moving to the tray containing several earthen 
bottles of wine and goblets that he always seemed to have in his room. ?So. 
How?s Gleep doing??  
?He seems to be healing up incredibly fast,? I said. ?That stuff Massha used on 
the wound is amazingly effective.?  
?Don?t forget, dragons are tough,? Aahz said, handing me a goblet of wine. 
?They heal fast even without magical  
aid. On the whole, they?re smart, too. Did I mention that when that yahoo let 
fly with his bow, that Gleep actually jumped in front of me? For all I know, he 
might have saved my life by taking that arrow.?  
?I didn?t know that.?  
?Well, take it from me, he did,? Aahz grimaced, shaking his head slightly. ?You 
know, it makes me feel a little bad. I mean, I?ve been making snide comments 
about that beast ever since you got him, and then he goes and jumps in front 
of me when the shooting starts. I owe him some thanks, but how do you 
apologize to a dragon??  
I thought about my recent discovery of Gleep?s ability to talk, but a promise is 
a promise and I decided to keep his secret, even from Aahz.  
?Just take some time and talk with him,? I said. ?I think he can read the tone of 
people?s conversation, even if doesn?t understand the actual words.?  
?Do you really think so??  
?I?m certain of it,? I said, sipping from my drink. ?I was just down at the stables 
visiting him, and I?m sure he understood what I was saying.?  
?At the stables, eh?? Aahz smiled. ?I kind of figured that was where you were.?  
?Oh??  
?Well, it?s where you usually go when you?re upset and want to think things 
over.?  
It seemed my secret retreat was not as much of a secret as I had imagined.  
?Yeah. I was upset,? I said defiantly. ?Even you have to admit that this time I 
had reason to be.?  
?No argument there,? Aahz said with a shrug. ?If anything, I?m impressed that 
you?ve recovered as quickly as you have. I notice the specific use of ?was? 
when you referred to your mood.?  
?As you say, I thought things over.?  
?Can I ask what you came up with?? Aahz said. ?Or would that be prying??  
I took another long drink from my wine.  
?Well, there are a couple things that people have pointed out to me that I?ve 
come to realize are true,? I said finally. ?First off, that I?m not happy. Second, 
that until I figure out what it will take to make me happy, I?m making myself 
and everybody around me more than a little crazy.?  
?Bravo,? Aahz said, clapping his hands lightly. ?Couldn?t have put it better 
myself. Who was it that managed to get that across to you??  
?Well, General Badaxe, for one,? I said, smiling slightly at the memory. ?Of 
course, he had to kick me in the butt first, literally, to get my attention.?  
?Excellent.? Aahz smiled. ?I?ll have to remember that teaching technique. Go 
on.?  
?Well, trying to sort things out, I?ve been fairly successful at coming up with 
what I don?t want to do. Case in point is mat I don?t want to marry Queen 
Hemlock, and that?s all the justification I need to step  
back from that situation. Same thing with running the kingdom if she had tried 
to abdicate ... which she didn?t, by the way. If I don?t want to do it, I don?t have 
to. I?ve been letting myself get jerked around too long by what other people 
want or expect me to do instead of focusing on what I want to do.?  
?Again, no argument,? Aahz said. ?Go on.?  
I slumped slightly in my chair.  
?That?s the problem,? I said. ?I can?t seem to come up with what I do want to 
do ... what it would take to make me happy. That?s why I?m here. For a bit of 
sage wisdom and advice. So, talk to me, Aahz. What?s the answer??  
Aahz took a sip of his own drink, then sighed and shook his head.  
?Sorry, partner,? he said. ?I can?t help you with that one.?  
I blinked in surprise, then saw red. All the anger and frustration I had been 
feeling lately came rushing to the fore, and this time, I didn?t try to rein it in.  
?That?s it?? I snarled. ?After all these years of nagging and lecturing me on 
stuff I didn?t want to hear, when I finally come to you with a question, it?s 
?Sorry, I can?t help you??!?  
I stood up and slammed my goblet down on the table.  
?Sorry to have bothered you,? I hissed.  
?Sit down, Skeeve,? Aahz said carefully. ?We still have things to talk about.?  
?We?ll talk later,? I said coldly. ?Right now, I?ve got to get some fresh air.?  
I turned and headed for the door.  
?We?ll talk now,? I heard Aahz say behind me.  
I kept walking, waving a dismissive hand over my shoulder.  
?I SAID ?WE?LL TALK NOW!?!!!?  
That was a tone I had never heard from Aahz before, and it stopped me in my 
tracks. I turned to face him.  
He was on his feet, fists clenched and all his muscles taut, as if he was 
physically being restrained from throwing himself at me. Even his scales were 
a darker shade of green, and his golden eyes were positively glowing.  
Looking at him, I experienced a series of flashback images, all overlaid on his 
current stance and posture. Aahz when he first  
suggested that I become his apprentice. Aahz when he discovered that I had 
bought Gleep. Aahz when I brought Markie home from the Dragon Poker 
game. The numerous times he had expressed his frustration at my ignorance 
and my fumbling efforts to learn magik. Aahz leaping into the path of the bug 
creature as it tried to trample me in the big game. The look on his face just 
before he agreed to leave Perv and return to Klah with me.  
As fast as the images danced through my brain, my anger was dispelled.  
?We?ll talk now,? I said, calmly.  
I walked back to my chair and reseated myself.  
It took a little longer for Aahz to settle down. He stood there breathing deeply 
for several moments, then drained his goblet and refilled it from the pitcher.  
?Sony, partner,? he said, his voice still tight. ?You can still get under my scales 
sometimes. You?d think, after all these years, I?d be used to it. I?ve tried to 
teach you as best I can, but sometimes it seems like you?re determined to not 
listen.?  
?I?m listening now, Aahz,? I said.  
He took a long, slow breath, then blew it out completely.  
?Right,? he said, sitting down again. ?Let?s take it back to just before you blew 
your stack.  
?I didn?t say I wouldn?t help you with your problem. I said I couldn?t help you. 
No one can. No one can tell you what you want or what it will take to make 
you happy. You?re the only one who can answer that question. If anyone else 
tries to come up with an answer for you, and you listen, then you?re right back 
where you started trying to live out someone else?s interpretation of what you 
should do.?  
That made a lot of sense. It gave order to a lot of the confusion that had been 
haunting me.  
?I can see that now,? I nodded. ?The trouble is, it doesn?t help me much at 
coming up with an answer.?  
Aahz gave me one of his toothy smiles.  
?What I can do, partner, is give you some advice.?  
?I?d appreciate it,? I said sincerely.  
He thought for a moment, men nodded, almost to himself.  
?Here it is,? he said. ?We?ve pretty much wrapped things up here at Possiltum. 
We could head back to the Bazaar, but we?re probably going to want to stick 
around for Massha?s wedding.?  
He reached out and clinked his goblet against mine.  
?So, here?s what I suggest. Take a break. Give the whole crew a vacation ... 
they could use it after this assignment. In the meantime, take some time for 
yourself. No work, no assignments, no pressure. Heck, even get away from 
the rest of us. Wander the kingdom a bit, even if you have to do it in disguise. 
Sit under a tree by a river. Try your hand at fishing or hunting. That will give 
you a lot of time to think and reflect without distractions. Then, after Massha?s 
wedding, we?ll talk again.?  
I thought about it. Taking a vacation certainly wasn?t something I would have 
come up with on my own, but the more I considered it, the better it sounded. 
Some time with no pressures or schedules to worry me while I tried to sort 
things out. At the very least, it wouldn?t hurt, and it might just help me make up 
my mind.  
?That?s a good idea, Aahz,? I said, raising my goblet to him in a small toast. 
?Thank you. I think I?ll give it a try. In fact, if you?ll take care of passing the 
word to the rest of the team, I?ll get started tonight.?  
NINETEEN  
?How can it be a wedding without an aria??  
FIGARO  
I had never been to a wedding before, so I had nothing to compare Massha?s 
ceremony to. Several people told me, confidentially, that one would have to 
travel far and long to find one to top it.  
Of course, as a member of the wedding party, I had a front-row seat for most 
of the proceedings. As the General had predicted, I had the honored role of 
giving Massha away. I had been away taking my vacation when most of the 
plans were finalized, so I was a little surprised when Big Julie appeared to 
take the post of Best Man.  
Once my role was finished, which occurred relatively early in the ceremony, I 
had little to do other than stand and watch. As I mentioned,  
I was relatively unfamiliar with what all was going on, other than that it 
seemed to take much longer than I would have expected.  
Apparently I wasn?t the only one who felt this way, because I heard a couple 
others in the crowd quietly commenting on how long it was lasting. The usual 
answer, invariably accompanied by a smirk or chuckle, was that  
it would go on until Massha sang. At the time, that didn?t make any sense to 
me, as, to the best of my knowledge, there was nothing in the plans or 
ceremony that called for Massha entertaining the crowd. In hindsight, it was 
just as well that I was ignorant of the snide joke that was behind the comment. 
If I had known then what I eventually found out, I might have taken a swing at 
the snickerers, ceremony or not. Of course, I also found out later that, in some 
cultures, a scuffle or two at such ceremonies was not only acceptable, but 
almost expected.  
Even though I was inexperienced with such events, I had sat in on enough of 
the preliminary planning sessions that I pretty much knew what to expect from 
the ceremony. I was totally unprepared, however, for the reception afterward.  
It was officially held in the palace courtyard, as there was no room large 
enough to accommodate everyone, though I heard that the party spilled out 
onto the streets of the town as the bulk of the citizens indulged in a little 
undeclared holiday. The only notable exceptions were the caterers and tavern 
owners, who did a booming business all day long.  
It wasn?t surprising, considering the General?s longtime standing with the 
military, that what seemed like a major portion of the Army showed up to help 
him celebrate. What was a little surprising was the number of notables I 
spotted in the crowd who I hadn?t seen at the actual ceremony.  
Don Bruce, the Mob?s Fairy godfather, was there along with a small 
contingent of his cadre. They spent a lot of time standing and watching the 
crowd, now and then huddling in conversation with Guido, Nunzio, and, 
occasionally, Bunny.  
Even Robb and his friends from Sherwood Arms were there. We had 
managed to work out a deal where the Royal Game Preserve was now a 
public park, and we even managed to get a minor stipend for them as 
ranger/custodians. They turned out to be fairly nice people, and  
had taken to stopping in, off and on, to visit Gleep and bring him little treats 
until I began to be concerned about him getting spoiled.  
Even more surprising to me was the smattering of folks from the Bazaar at 
Deva who showed up. Apparently, Tananda had mentioned to a few people 
where she was going when she temporarily closed the M.Y.T.H. Inc. office, 
and the word spread. I guess they had heard that, at least at this spot in the 
dimension, people were sort of used to seeing demons about, as they did not 
even bother with disguise spells. The other attendees tended to give them 
wide berth, but other than that there did not seem to be any panic or animosity 
caused by their presence. Of course, it would have been interesting to find out 
how many other demons were present that did use disguise spells to blend in 
with the crowd.  
All in all, it was a festive gathering, and I found I was content to stand quietly 
against a wall, leisurely sipping at some wine and watching the goings-on. 
Occasionally someone would wander up and chat for a few moments, but for 
the most part I was left to the role of interested observer. The main focus of 
attention was elsewhere, and I was just as glad to be simply a minor player.  
?It is kind of nice not to be centre stage for a change, isn?t it??  
I glanced over to find Queen Hemlock leaning against the wall next to me. It 
was a testimony to how raucous things were that she could walk around the 
crowd virtually unnoticed.  
?Funny,? I smiled. ?I was just thinking much the same thing.?  
?It was a lovely ceremony, wasn?t it?? she said. ?Are you sure you don?t want 
to change your mind? About me and you, I mean.?  
Not that long ago, that suggestion would have thrown me into a blind panic. 
As a matter of fact, not that long ago, it did. Now, however, I simply favored 
her with a sad smile.  
?Come now, your Majesty,? I said. ?I think we?ve gone over all that before.?  
?I know,? she said with a grin. ?But you can?t blame a girl for trying.?  
?It was a nice ceremony, though,? I said. ?Even though I must admit that I?m 
glad Massha didn?t have to entertain.?  
?Entertain?? the Queen said, cocking her head to one side. ?Whatever are you 
talking about??  
I explained to her the comments I had overheard during the ceremony.  
?Oh, really?? she said, her voice suddenly dropping several degrees. ?Do me 
a favour, Lord Skeeve. If you should happen to see any of those people here 
at the reception, would you be so good as to point them out to me??  
?Urn ... sure,? I said. ?But why? ... if you don?t mind my asking.?  
?Let?s just say that I?ve grown very fond of Massha while we were planning 
this little shindig together,? Queen Hemlock smiled. ?Oh, by the way. I?ve been 
thinking over your idea, and the more I think about it, the more I like it.?  
I had made the suggestion to her that, since the M.Y.T.H. Inc. crew would be 
moving on soon, she might want to consider offering the post of Royal 
Magician to Massha.  
I was about to say something in return, but she suddenly held up a hand.  
?Whoops! Gotta go now,? she said. ?They?re about to throw the bridal bouquet. 
Don?t want to miss out on the brawl.?  
With that, she moved back into the crowd, not exactly running, but certainly 
moving faster than her normal queenly glide.  
What happened next was as fascinating as it was puzzling. Massha gathered 
together a fair-sized crowd of young women, including Bunny, Tananda, and 
Queen Hemlock. Then she deliberately turned her back on them, and tossed 
the bouquet of flowers she had been carrying back over her head into their 
midst. The ensuing scramble was not for the weak of heart.  
What I couldn?t understand was, with all the flowers adorning the courtyard 
and tables, why they couldn?t just each take some instead of brawling over 
this particular bundle.  
?I?ve faced armies and I?ve faced demons,? came a voice from beside me, ?but 
I?d resign my commission before I?d voluntarily wade into that cat-fight.?  
?Hello, General,? I said, smiling at him. ?You might want to consider recruiting 
some of them into the Army. I?ll have to agree with you ... they?re terrifying.?  
?If we could get them to stop fighting each other long enough to aim  
them at the enemy, it might be worth considering,? he laughed back. ?And by 
the way, I thought we had agreed it was ?Hugh,? not ?General,? when we talked 
together.?  
?Sorry, Hugh,? I said. ?Old habits are hard to break. By the way, in case it got 
lost in the madness, my heartiest congratulations to you both.?  
?And my thanks to you, Lord Skeeve,? he said, giving a half bow. ?We owe 
you much ... as individuals, as a couple, and as a kingdom.?  
?I just did what I could,? I shrugged. ?I just wish I hadn?t been so clumsy about 
it all.?  
?Actually,? Hugh said, ?I was referring to the last several years in their entirety. 
Still, I see the subject is making you uncomfortable, so I?ll let it drop. Friends 
should not make each other uncomfortable on occasions such as these.?  
?As a matter of fact, I?m more comfortable than I can recall ever being before,? 
I said. ?But the thought is appreciated, anyway.?  
?There you are! C?mere, Hot Stuff!?  
Massha had come surging out of the crowd to sweep me into a gargantuan 
hug.  
?Oh, Skeeve,? she whispered, her voice much softer than her usual boisterous 
self. ?Thank you so much. For everything. I?ve never been so ... oh, here I go 
again.?  
She hid her face on my shoulder as tears started to leak from her eyes.  
Hugh looked at me over her shoulder and winked.  
?Come, my dear,? he said gently, putting a hand on her back. ?We mustn?t 
neglect our guests. They?re expecting us to lead off the dancing.?  
?That?s right,? she said, straightening and dabbing at her eyes. ?Don?t go 
away, Skeeve. We want to share a drink with you before all this breaks up.?  
I watched as they made their way back into the crowd, and realized I was 
smiling.  
They were both so happy they glowed. They had settled on what they wanted 
to do and then gone ahead and done it. No apologies, no trying to work it 
around other people?s opinions.  
Well, the truth of the matter was that I was happy now, too.  
Aahz?s suggestion had been right on the money. My vacation had given me 
the time I needed to straighten out my head and review my options. After all 
these years, I knew what I wanted to do.  
Now it was just a matter of letting the team know at the M.Y.T.H. Inc. staff 
meeting tomorrow.  
?So, when are the fireworks going to start?? a harsh voice demanded, 
interrupting my reverie.  
I looked up to find a rather hefty young lady confronting me, hands on her hips 
and scowling.  
?Fireworks?? I said. ?I don?t think anyone is going to get into a fight here ... 
unless you count that melee for the flowers a few minutes ago.?  
?No, I mean sky-rockets and stuff,? she said. ?Gandalf was famous for his 
fireworks displays any time he attended a party.?  
?I don?t believe I?ve met the gentleman,? I said. ?As far as sky-rockets go, 
however, I don?t believe there are any planned.?  
?I guess Robb was right,? she said, pursing her lips. ?You really aren?t much of 
a magician, are you??  
This lady was starting to annoy me, but, keeping with the spirit of the 
occasion, I tried to be polite.  
?Robb?? I said, ignoring her comment about my abilities. ?The gentleman from 
Sherwood Arms??  
?That?s right,? she said. ?We got to talking with him at the Tiki Lounge, and he 
insisted that we didn?t have to worry about you as a force of evil, much less do 
anything about you.?  
?That?s reassuring,? I said dryly.  
?That being the case, I guess I should give this back to you.?  
Fumbling with her belt pouch, she fished out a small, cloth-wrapped bundle 
and thrust it at me.  
?What is it?? I said, deliberately not reaching for it.  
?It?s the ring that sort of disappeared from your room,? she said with a shrug. 
?Finger and all. It?s just a little purple from us dropping it in Volcanos.?  
For a change, I knew exactly what to do ... and what not to do. What I didn?t 
do was ask for a clarification or accept the ring.  
?Actually,? I said carefully, ?it?s not mine. It really belongs to the Queen.?  
?The Queen??  
?Yes. Queen Hemlock. That?s her right over there,? I said, pointing. ?I think it 
would be better if you returned it to her personally. I?m sure she?ll want to 
reward you properly.?  
?If you say so,? she said. ?Thanks for the tip.?  
With that, she turned on her heel and went marching off to confront the 
Queen.  
I ran a hand across my face, hiding my smile. Yes indeed. This party was just 
getting better and better.  
Just then, I noticed that Don Bruce was standing nearby by himself. Catching 
his eye, I left my wall to join him.  
There were a couple of things I wanted to go over with him before tomorrow?s 
meeting.  
TWENTY  
?I suppose you?re all wondering why I asked you here.?  
D. MACARTHUR  
Everyone was in attendance when I walked into the meeting.  
Aahz was at his familiar perch in the window. Guido and Nunzio were holding 
down one end of the table, and Chumley and Tananda were seated next to 
them. Bunny was sitting a few chairs away, slightly apart from the rest of the 
group, her pad out and ready to take notes. The only one missing was 
Massha, but, under the circumstances, that was understandable. Besides, 
she had already told us she was resigning from M.Y.T.H. Inc., and this was a 
planning session for the future.  
Prior to, and just after the wedding, I had had a chance to speak with a few of 
the team, but not all of them and not in detail. As such, there was an air of 
expectancy in the room. Everyone knew something was up, but nobody was 
sure exactly what.  
I took the seat at the head of the table, and for a few moments just scanned 
the room, looking each of them in the eye one at a time.  
?Any way you look at it,? I said, finally, ?it?s been quite an assignment.?  
There were smiles and grimaces at that.  
?What?s more, it wasn?t even a paid job. Oh, we eventually showed a healthy 
profit,? I nodded pointedly at Aahz, ?but, if you?ll recall, it started out as a 
freebie. Specifically, I was worried about what Queen Hemlock was doing 
here in Possiltum but felt I had to travel to Perv to square things away with 
Aahz. Consequently, I asked the team to pinch hit for me. Again, not a job. 
Just a favour for me.  
?Those investigations ending up being an assortment of exercises, placing 
everyone under stress and, in some cases, physical danger. Still, by the time 
we arrived here, things were pretty much in hand.  
?When we got back, however, we discovered what Queen Hemlock really had 
in mind. Again, the whole thing with her proposal of marriage, as well as trying 
to straighten out the kingdom?s finances, was essentially my problem. Still, the 
team pitched in, helping me out on all levels?including some I didn?t know 
about at the time? and, as per usual, we fought and conned our way though 
it all.?  
There were some smiles swapped back and forth, but I noticed there were 
also those who were watching me carefully.  
?On another level, however,? I said, ?this assignment has raised some 
questions in my mind. One of them, in particular, has been distracting me 
through this whole thing. It?s affected my judgment and performance, and 
placed the rest of you in the position of having to work around me... or, in 
some instances, behind my back. That question is: What do I want??  
I glanced over at Aahz and inclined my head slightly. ?As my partner and 
mentor told me, that isn?t a question anyone else can answer for me. It?s 
something I had to work out for myself. So, during our break before Mas-sha?s 
wedding, I spent some time by myself addressing that specific question. It 
took a lot of thought, but I have finally come up with an answer.?  
I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. Now that I had arrived at my 
reason for calling the meeting, I found myself strangely reluctant to verbalize 
it.  
?When I first took up with Aahz,? I said, ?my old ma-gik teacher had been killed 
and we had a couple assassins on our trail. Practicing magik then was mostly 
a matter of survival.  
?When that was done, Aahz kept up my lessons, but it still seemed to be one 
situation after another. If it wasn?t a matter of helping out one  
of our friends, then it was following our endless quest for financial stability.  
?Eventually, it evolved into what we have now: M. Y.T.H. Inc. That started out 
as a simple matter of pooling our talents for mutual support and improved 
marketing, and has become successful far beyond our initial expectations.?  
I paused and looked around the assemblage.  
?I can?t speak for the rest of you, but I, personally, have accumulated more 
money than I ever expected to see, and probably more than I could spend in 
two lifetimes. While Aahz may insist there is no such thing as enough money, 
I think there comes a point where accumulating more wealth becomes simply 
a habitual exercise rather than an actual need.?  
I gave a little shake of my head.  
?As for the work itself, for a long time now what?s been keeping me going is 
my own exaggerated sense of responsibility. In hindsight, it isn?t really 
surprising. Until I took up learning and practicing magik, I was a nobody that 
no one depended on or looked to for help. From that start, I was catapulted 
into the limelight. Suddenly I could make a difference, or people expected me 
to make a difference, and I got caught up in being needed. Our clients needed 
me. The kingdom needed me. Most of all, the team needed me, and I was 
bound and determined not to let them down if it was at all within my power.?  
I gave a little laugh.  
?Of course, it eventually came to light that my friends were working overtime 
to help me. That they would see me, in my zeal, bite off more than I could 
chew and would pitch in to give me moral, physical, and magikal support in 
whatever I had set my sights on. All in all, it?s become more than a little 
circular.  
?Well, as I said a moment ago, I?ve given it a lot of thought, and have decided 
what I want to do, what I think will make me happy. I want to study magik. 
Seriously. Not slap-dash picking up tidbits on the fly while we?re adventuring, 
but conscientious, organized study.  
?I?ve spoken with Aahz, and he?s sure I can arrange for correspondence 
schooling from MIP, his old alma mater on Perv. What?s more, I?ve arranged 
for a house here on Klah for my studies. Actually, it?s an old inn and tavern 
where Aahz and I were holed up for  
a while before we hired on here in Possiltum and eventually moved to the 
Bazaar. It?s off the beaten path, so there should be minimal distractions, but 
there?s plenty of room if anyone drops by to visit.?  
I paused, and took a deep breath.  
?As you?ve probably guessed, this will require my stepping down from being 
Chairman of the Board for M.Y.T.H. Inc., and retiring from being an active 
member of the team. It wasn?t an easy decision to make; in fact, it?s probably 
the hardest decision I?ve had to make in my life. Still, it?s what I think will make 
me happiest, and I?ve got to give it a try. I can only hope you?ll all wish me the 
best of luck, and stay in touch.?  
I paused for a moment to give it a chance to sink in.  
?Now, this is supposed to be a planning session for the directions M.Y.T.H. 
Inc. will go next. Obviously, my retirement will have an effect on those plans. 
Probably one of the first things to discuss is whether or not you want to keep 
the corporation going at all.?  
I glanced over at Guido and Nunzio.  
?I had a long talk with Don Bruce at the wedding reception yesterday. While 
he wasn?t wild about my stepping down, he?s agreed to go along with 
whatever decisions you come up with today. M.Y.T.H. Inc. can continue to 
represent the Mob?s interests on Deva or step back, whereupon he will try to 
find other representatives. As for Guido and Nunzio, whom he originally 
assigned to me as bodyguards, he is giving them the choice of continuing 
their work with M.Y.T.H. Inc. or returning to the Mob for reassignment.?  
I looked over at Bunny and smiled.  
?I have asked Bunny to accompany me in my new endeavors as my personal 
secretary and assistant. She hasn?t given me her answer yet, but it may be 
affected by how this meeting goes.?  
I shifted my gaze to the remaining three team members.  
?Aahz, Tananda, and Chumley all had other things going for them before they 
met me and we eventually formed the corporation. Again, I figure it is up to 
them if they want to continue working with M.Y.T.H. Inc. or strike on out on 
their own.?  
I paused to collect my thoughts. This was turning out to be even harder to say 
than I had anticipated.  
?This meeting is to discuss the future of M.Y.T.H. Inc., and since  
my resignation means I will not be a part of it, I feel it?s only fair that I not be 
included in that discussion. If nothing else, there might be some things you 
want to say that would be hard to say in front of me.  
?While I?ll want to have a drink or five with all of you and say my goodbyes 
before I leave for my new home, right now you have a lot to discuss. As such, 
I guess it?s time for me to excuse myself from the meeting and let you get on 
with business.?  
I started to get up, but Aahz uncoiled from his window and held up a 
restraining hand.  
?Before you go, partner, I think we can spare a few minutes more before we 
start the meeting. There?s something that should be said, and I guess I?m the 
logical person to say it.?  
I settled back into my chair.  
Aahz stood looking at me for a moment before he spoke.  
?Skeeve,? he said, finally, ?we?ve all been through a lot together over the last 
several years. We?ve fought together, bled together, drank together, and 
conned the customers together. We?ve argued?and gotten upset with each 
other, but when the chips were down, we were always a team. You have a 
habit of putting yourself down, but you assembled this team. You?ve given it 
leadership, and you?ve given it heart. We?ll respect your decision to step 
down, but before you leave the meeting, give us a chance to say ?Thank you? 
for all you?ve done for us.?  
With that, he started clapping. The rest of the team was close behind him, 
rising to their feet and applauding me, some smiling, some crying, but all 
looking at me with love and affection in their eyes.  
I was both surprised and overwhelmed with a wave of emotion.  
?Thank you,? I managed. ?Thank you all.?  
Blinking back tears, I got up and left, walking out of my past and into my 
future.