I opened my eyes, being careful to maintain the spell.
“What do you see?” I asked nervously.
‘‘A whole pack of demons ... oops ... I mean Perverts,” she reported gaily. “Bristling with swords and spears. That’s wild!”
It worked. I was correct when I guessed that my disguise spell could work on any living thing, not just men and beasts.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Tanda marveled, “Can you make them move?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just ...”
“Boss! Hey Boss!” Brockhurst shouted sprinting up to us. “Come quick! You’d better see this!”
“What is it?” I called, but the Imp had reversed his course and was headed for the tree line.
A sudden fear clutched at my heart. “C’mon, Tanda,” I growled and started off.
By the time we reached the tree line the whole team was assembled there, talking excitedly among themselves.
“What is it?” I barked joining them.
The group fell silent, avoiding my eyes. Brockhurst lifted a hand and pointed across the meadow.
There, silhouetted against a huge bonfire was Aahz, hanging by his neck from a crude gallows. His body was limp and lifeless as he rotated slowly at the end of the rope. At his feet, a group of soldiers were gathered to witness the spectacle.
Relief flooded over me, and I began to giggle hysterically. Hanging! If only they knew!
Alarm showed in the faces of my team as they studied my reaction in shocked silence.
“Don’t worry!” I gasped. “He’s okay!”
Early in my career with Aahz, I had learned that one doesn’t kill Pervects by hanging them. Their neck muscles are too strong! They can hang all day without being any the worse for wear. I had, of course, learned this the hard way one day when we ...
‘‘At least they have the decency to burn the body,” Claude murmured from close beside me.
My laughter died in my throat.
“What?” I cried, spinning around.
Sure enough, the soldiers had cut down Aahz’s ‘body’ and were carrying it toward the bonfire with the obvious intention of throwing it in.
Fire! That was a different story. Fire was one of the things that could kill Aahz deader than ...
“Ajax!” I cried. “Quick! Stop them from ...”
It was too late.
With a heave from the soldiers, Aahz arced into the roaring flames. There was a quick burst of light, then nothing.
Gone! Aahz!
I stood staring at the bonfire in disbelief. Shock numbed me to everything else as my mind reeled at the impact of my loss.
“Skeeve!” Tanda said in my ear, laying a hand on my shoulder.
“Leave me alone!” I croaked.
“But the army ...”
She let the word trail off, but it made its impact. Slowly I became conscious of the world around me.
The legions, having given us our answer, were massing for battle. Drums boomed, heralding the rising sun as it reflected off the polished weapons arrayed to face us.
The Army. They had done this!
With deliberate slowness I turned to face Claude. He recoiled in fear from my gaze.
“Remember!” he cried desperately. “I had nothing to ...”
“I remember,” I replied coldly. ‘‘And for that reason alone I am letting you go. I would advise, however, that you choose a path to follow other than rejoining the army. I have tried to be gentle with them, but if they insist on having war, as I am Skeeve, we shall give it to them!”
I DIDN’T SEE where Claude went after I finished speaking with him, nor did I care. I was studying the opposing army with a new eye. Up to now I had been thinking defensively, planning for survival. Now I was thinking as the aggressor.
The legions were in tight block formations, arrayed some three or four blocks deep and perhaps fifteen blocks wide. Together they presented an awesome impression of power, an irresistible force which would never retreat.
That suited me fine. In fact, I wanted a little insurance that they would not retreat.
‘‘Ajax!’’ I called without turning my head.
“Here, youngster!” the bowman replied from close beside me.
“Can Blackie send your arrows out beyond those formations?”
“I reckon so,” he drawled.
“Very well,” I said grimly. “The same drill as the first battle, only this time don’t go for the wagons. I want a half circle of fire around their rear.”
As before, the bowstring set up a rhythmic “thung” as the bowman began to loose shaft after shaft. This time, however, it seemed the arrows burst into flame more readily.
“Ease off, youngster,” Ajax called. “Yer burnin ‘em up before they reach the ground.”
He was right. Either I was standing directly on a force line, or my anger had intensified my energies. Whatever the reason, I found myself with an incredible amount of power at my disposal.
“Sorry, Ajax,” I shouted, and diverted a portion of my mind away from the ignition point.
“Tanda!” I called “Run back and get Gleep!”
“Right, Skeeve,” came the reply.
I had a hunch my pet might come in handy before this brawl was done.
The front row of the army’s formation was beginning to advance to the rhythmic pounding of drums. I ignored them.
“Brockhurst!”
“Here, boss!” the Imp responded stepping to my side.
“Have you spotted the commander yet?”
“Not yet,” came the reply. “He’s probably buried back in the middle of the formation somewhere.”
“Well climb a tree or something and see if you can pinpoint him,” I ordered.
“Right, boss! When I see him, do you want me to go after him?”
“No,” I replied grimly. “Report back to me. I want to handle him myself.”
The front line was still advancing. I decided I’d better do something about it. With a sweep of my mind, I set fire to the meadow in front of the line’s center. The blocks confronted by this barrier ground to a halt while the right and left wings continued their forward movement.
“Gleep!” came a familiar voice accompanied by an even more familiar blast of bad breath.
“We’re back!” Tanda announced unnecessarily.
I ignored them and studied the situation. Plumes of white smoke rising from behind the Empire’s formation indicated that Ajax was almost finished with his task. Soon, the army would find itself cut off from any retreat. It was time to start thinking about our attack. The first thing I needed was more information.
“Gus!” I said thoughtfully. “I want you to take a quick flight over their formations. See if you can find a spot to drop Berfert where he can do some proper damage.”
“Right, boss,” the gargoyle grunted lumbering forward.
“Wait a minute,” I said, a thought occurring to me. “Tanda, have you still got the invisibility sheet with you?”
“Right here!” she grinned.
“Good,” I nodded. “Gus, take the sheet with you. Keep it in front of you as long as you can while you’re checking them out. There’s no sense drawing fire until you have to.”
The gargoyle accepted the sheet with a shrug.
“If you say so, boss,” he muttered. “But they can’t do much to me.”
“Use it anyway,” I ordered. “Now get moving.”
The gargoyle sprang heavily into the air and started across the meadow with slow sweeps of his massive wings. I found it hard to believe anything that big and made of stone could fly, but I was seeing it. Maybe he used levitation.
‘‘All set, youngster,” Ajax chortled, interrupting my thoughts. ‘‘Anything else I can do for ya?”
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sp; “Not just now, Ajax,” I replied. “But stand by.”
I was glad that portion of my concentration was free now. This next stunt was going to take all the energy I could muster.
I focused my mind on the grass in front of the advancing left wing. As testimony to the effectiveness of my efforts, that portion of the line ground to an immediate halt.
“Say!” Tanda breathed in genuine admiration.
“That’s neat.” The effect I was striving for was to have the grass form itself into an army of Imps, rising from the ground to confront the Empire’s troops. I chose Imps this time instead of demons because Imps are shorter, and therefore require less energy to maintain the illusion.
Whatever my efforts actually achieved, it was enough to have the soldiers react. After several shouted orders from their officers, the troops let fly a ragged barrage of javelins at the grass in front of them. The weapons, of course, had no effect on their phantom foe.
“Say, youngster,” Ajax said nudging me lightly. “You want me to do something about those jokers shootin’ at our gargoyle?”
I turned slightly to check Gus’s progress. The flying figure had passed over the center line troops, the ones my fire was holding in check. The soldiers could now see the figure behind the invisible sheet, and were reacting with enviable competence.
The archers in their formation were busy loosing their shafts at this strange figure which had suddenly appeared overhead, while their comrades did their best to reach the gargoyle with hurled javelins.
I saw all this at a glance. I also saw something else.
“Wait a minute, Ajax,” I ordered. “Look at that!”
The various missiles loosed by the center line were falling to earth in the massed formations of the troops still awaiting commands. Needless to say, this was not well received, particularly as they were still unable to see the actual target of their advance force. To them, it must have appeared that by some magik or demonic possession, their allies had suddenly turned and fired on them.
Now a few blocks began to return the fire, ordering their own archers into action. Others responded by raising their shields and starting forward with drawn swords.
The result was utter chaos, as the center-line troops tried to defend themselves from the attacks of their own reinforcements.
Mind you, I hadn’t planned it this way, but I was quick to capitalize on the situation. If the presence of a gargoyle could cause this kind of turmoil, I thought it would be a good idea to up the ante a little.
With a quick brush of my mind, I altered Gus’s appearance. Now they had a full-grown dragon hovering over their midst. The effect was spectacular.
I, however, did not allow myself the luxury of watching. I had learned something in this brief exchange, and I wanted to try it out.
I dissolved my Imp army, then reformed them, not in front of the troops, but in their midst!
This threw the formation into total disorder. As the soldiers struck or threw at the phantom figures, more often than not they struck their comrades instead.
If this kept up, they would be too busy fighting each other to bother with us.
“Boss!” Brockhurst called, darting up to my side. “I’ve got the commander spotted!”
“Where?” I asked grimly, trying not to take my concentration from the battle raging in the meadow.
The Imp pointed.
Sure enough! There was the Brute, striding angrily from formation to formation, trying to restore order to his force.
I heard the tell-tale whisper of an arrow being drawn.
“Ajax!’’ I barked. “Hold your fire. He’s mine ... all mine!”
As I said this, I dissolved all the Imps in the Brute’s vicinity, and instead changed the commander’s features until he took on the appearance of Aahz.
The dazed soldiers saw a demon appear in their midst brandishing a sword, a demon of a type they knew could be killed. They needed no further prompting.
I had one brief glimpse of the Brute’s startled face before his troops closed on him, and then a forest of uniforms blotted him from my view.
“Mission accomplished, boss!” Gus announced, appearing beside me. “What next?”
“What ... did you ...”I stammered.
I had forgotten that on his return trip, the invisibility sheet would shield the gargoyle from our view. His sudden appearance had startled me.
“Berfert’ll be along when he gets done with their siege equipment,” Gus continued waving toward the enemy.
I looked across the meadow. He was right! The heavy equipment which had been lined up behind the army was now in flames.
Then I noticed something else.
The army wasn’t fighting each other anymore. I realized with a start that, between settling accounts with the Brute and Gus’s reappearance, I had forgotten to maintain the Imp army.
In the absence of any visible foe, the Empire troops had apparently come to their senses and were now milling about trying to reestablish their formations.
Soon, now, they would be ready to attack again.
“What do we do next, boss?” Brockhurst asked eagerly.
That was a good question. I decided to stall while I tried to work out an answer.
“I’ll draw you a diagram” I said confidently. “Somebody give me a sword.”
“Here, kid. Use mine,” Aahz replied passing me the weapon.
“Thanks,” I said absently. “Now, this line is their main formation. If we ... Aahz!?”
“Ready and able,” my mentor grinned. “Sorry I’m late.”
It was Aahz! He was standing there calmly with his arms folded as if he had been part of our group all along. The reactions of the others, however, showed that they were as surprised as I was at his appearance.
“But you …” I stammered. “The fire ...”
“Oh, that,” Aahz shrugged. ‘‘About the time I figured what they were doing, I used the D- Hopper to blink out to another dimension. The only trouble was I hadn’t gotten around to re-labeling the controls yet, and I had a heck of a time finding my way back to Klah.”
Relief flooded over me like a cool wave. Aahz was alive! More important, he was here! The prospects for the battle suddenly looked much better.
“What should we do next, Aahz?” I asked eagerly.
“I don’t know why you’re asking me,” my mentor blinked innocently. “It looks like you’ve been doing a fine job so far all by yourself.”
Terrific! Now that I needed advice, I got compliments.
“Look, Aahz,” I began sternly. “We’ve got a battle coming up that ...”
“Boss!” Brockhurst interrupted. “Something’s going on out there!”
With a sinking heart, I turned and surveyed the situation again.
A new figure had appeared on the scene, an officer, from the look of him. He was striding briskly along the front of the formation, alternately shouting and waving his hands. Trailing along in his wake was a cluster of officers, mumbling together and shaking their hands.
“What in the world is that all about?” I murmured half to myself.
“Brace yourself, kid,” Aahz advised. “If I’m hearing correctly, it’s bad news.”
“C’mon, Aahz,” I sighed. “How could things get worse than they already are?”
“Easy,” Aahz retorted. “That is the supreme commander of the Empire’s army. He’s here to find out what’s holding up his left flank’s advance.”
THE SUPREME COMMANDER’S name was Big Julie, and he was completely different than what I had expected.
For one thing, when he called for a war council, he came to us. Flanked by his entire entourage of officers, he came all the way across the meadow to stand just short of the tree line, and he came unarmed. What was more, all of his officers were unarmed, presumably at
his insistence.
He seemed utterly lacking in the arrogance so prevalent in the other officers we had dealt with. Introducing him to the members of my force, I noticed he treated them with great respect and seemed genuinely pleased to meet each of them, even Gleep.
Our whole team was present for the meeting. We figured that if there was ever a time to display our power, this was it.
In a surprising show of hospitality, Aahz broke out the wine and served drinks to the assemblage. I was a little suspicious of this. Aahz isn’t above doctoring drinks to win a fight, but when I caught his eye and raised an eyebrow, he responded with a small shake of his head. Apparently he was playing this round straight.
Then we got down to business.
Big Julie heard us out, listening with rapt attention. When we finished, he sighed and shook his head.
‘‘Ah’m sorry,” he announced. “But I can’t do it. We’ve got to keep advancing, you know? That’s what armies do!”
“Couldn’t you advance in another direction for a while?” I suggested hopefully.
‘‘Aie!’’ he exclaimed spreading his hands defensively. “What do you think I got here, geniuses? These are soldiers. They move in straight lines, know what I mean?”
“Do they have to move so vigorously?” Aahz muttered. “They don’t leave much behind.”
“What can I say?” Big Julie shrugged. “They’re good boys. They do their job. Sometimes they get a little carried away ... like the Brute.”
I had hoped to avoid the subject of the Brute, but since it had come up, I decided to face it head-on.
“Say ... um ... Julie,” I began.
“Big Julie!” one of the officers growled out of the corner of his mouth.
“Big Julie!” I amended hastily. “About the Brute. Um ... he was ... well ... I wanted ...”
“Don’t mention it,” Julie waved. “You want to know the truth? You did me a favor.”
“I did?” I blinked.
“I was getting a little worried about the Brute, you know what I mean?” the commander raised his eyebrows. “He was getting a little too ambitious.”
“In that case ...” I smiled.
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