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The Perri sand dancers rushed into their huddle, urgently eager to put in their two words as the Blue Lord conspired with them.
Bernum braced for their next attack.
âI donât believe it.â The red haired warriess peered back at Jonis with savage readiness.
Bernum inched away.
Immediately Jonisâs arm stopped him from retreating. âJust wait.â
More heads looked up at the white demon. The white-and-black haired one peered with bird-like interest rather than hostility, though the others remained quite the reverse. Only the Blue Lord seemed changed. He said in a louder voice, âI know it to be true. You cannot transmit a lie through touch. I could read into his head with that connection just as much as he into mine. He is only after the cabinet. He doesnât want anything of ours.â
âBut why just the cabinet?â the KiTai warriess snapped, stabbing her sword into the wood flooring.
âIt was left to me by a dear friendâmy guardian,â Jonis said, taking a step toward them, dragging Bernum along. Bernum tried to shake Jonisâs hold off, but Jonisâs bare hand was just a smidgen away from his skin and he didnât want to make any sudden movements that would startle the demon side of the man.
âIn the drawers, I am hoping, are a number of magic scrolls that were left to me. I just want them back,â Jonis said.
âWhat for?â the KiTai woman asked again.
Bowing his head to her, the white demon said, âIâm writing a bookâa book containing all the magisterial knowledge that I have available to make aâŠâ He glanced at the Blue Lord then shrugged. ââŠdemon hunting guide.â
The black-and-white haired man hopped from the white demon, his interest already transforming into fear. With a narrow look at Jonis, Bernum started to wonder if it was such a good idea to let Jonis do the talking.
âSee, what did I tell you?â the woman of the Perri pair said to the feather-cloaked man.
The Perri man nodded, slapping the black-and-white haired man on the shoulder while casting a severe loathing glance for Jonis, as well as Bernum. âYou canât trust magic men.â
Bernum ruffled, filling all the indignity he had suffered through due to those foreigners surge within. He stomped forward, fists clenched. âHold it!â
They all shifted their glares to him. He almost stopped from fright, but then drew himself up more.
âLook,â Bernum said, âI donât like you, and you donât like meâŠand Iâm sick of trying to negotiate with assassins, demons, creepy wizards, and rogue warriors out for my skin. And I know you donât like the demon my sister conjured up. But we arenât your problem here. It is Merchant Omoni. I want my sister, and you want your travel documents, but Jonis also wants his cabinet. But if we stand here and argue over who is the most untrustworthy in this whole stupid mess, none of us are going to get what we want.â
Jonis smirked, leaning back with a mild glance at Bernum.
âNow I have a plan that can get us all we want without so much as a finger lifted by you people,â he said to the KiTai warriess and the Blue Lord who was strangely lowering his head as though he were embarrassedâor possibly ashamed. âAll I need is to get something from that wizard of yours.â
âWhat do you need from our wizard?â the warriess asked, her eyes narrowing still.
Inhaling then exhaling with a look to Jonis, Bernum said, âI need some of his clothes.â
âHis clothes?â
Jonis glanced about the people there then bumped Bernum in the arm with his elbow. âWhy the wizardâs clothes? Didnât you say Omoni wouldnât know me from any of these performers here? Well, the pale ones anyway.â
Turning to the side to face him, Bernum nodded. âYes, I did. But I was thinking of the wizard specifically when I said that. Omoni wonât want to see any of them.â
Jonis frowned.
Some of the performers scowled. Yet more of the performersâ eyes started to widen. A few of them even began to nod, following where Bernumâs thoughts were leading.
âThe wizard, you see, is the guy Iâve replaced,â Bernum said, sharing looks with the Blue Lord now. âOmoni thinks heâs run off. And I hear the audiences loved him. What Iâm suggesting is that I can take you to Omoniâs place, act like I just found the wizard, and that you, the wizard, want to negotiate the reinstatement of your job while I am trying to get out of mine.â
Giving him a dry look, Jonis leaned nearer to Bernum. âDo you actually think this Omoni will buy it? He canât be that dense.â
âNo.â Bernum shook his head, glancing to the warriess whose expression was lightening. âBut we only have to fool the guards. I figure Omoni will know the difference. But by then, I can pretend to be surprised that Iâd been used andââ
âBut this doesnât prevent me from being shot,â Jonis said to him, leaning closer.
Bernum stepped back, emitting a groan. âLook. I can get you into the manor. Thatâs all I can manage right now unless you want to wear a hate ward on your belt.â
Blinking, Jonis stared. âWear a hate ward?â
Rolling his eyes, Bernum waved to the KiTai woman. âYes. Thatâs what the KiTai do.â He then tugged on his belt. âThatâs what I do.â
Jonis touched Bernumâs belt, turning it inside out as Bernum gazed to the ceiling with exhaustion for being groped. Clearly the demon didnât hate him. Jonis could go right through the ward.
Jonis then chuckled, letting go. âAnd here I was, using it as a weapon. You really are a great magician, Bernum.â
Not expecting that, Bernum lowered his eyes to the Cordrilâs pale mirth-filled glow.
The white demon sheathed his sword then walked over to the Blue Lord where he shared a touch of hands with the dark warrior. Tiny sparks passed between their fingers and palms. The Blue Lord nodded then leaned to the red haired warriess with a whisper.
Annoyed, she grumbled back. Then she said aloud to Bernum, âOk, Magician. Weâll summon the wizard for you.â
They waited over an hour before the wizard actually arrived. Their message system was a crude one, one that required them to leave a note at a special place where his monkey would regularly pick it up. Lucky for them that time had not passed. The wizard didnât walk in the doorway or take the window, though. Just like his flashy rainbow clothes, his entrance was either meant to wow or to look formidable. The floor parted. As it did, he pulled himself through it with a skip in his step as if to say âta-da!â
Bernum frowned. Yet, he rose from his seat next to the hearth to greet him. âHello, Wizard.â
âAldovio,â the wizard said with a grandiose bow, sweeping down with one arm across him. When he straightened up, his smile kinked at the corners. âSo, you have at last come up with a decent plan. Letâs hear it.â
Jonis got off of his chair. He had been sitting with the Blue Lord âsilentlyâ discussing something with him, palm to palm. The other performers still kept their distance from the white demon, watching him as he walked past, though the KiTai warriess seemed more thoughtful when looking at Jonis.
Giving Jonis a glance, Bernum then made way for him. âWe need one of your outfits for him to wear. He and I will go to Omoniâs to get the documents out of the cabinet. But I need you nearby to get the collar off Malkia.â
Aldovio the wizard hardly heard beyond the request for his clothes. His eyes had fixed on the white-skinned demon from the north. With a tic, the wizard looked to Bernum again then leaned in. âDo you actually trust this demon?â
âTrust?â Making a face, Bernum glanced at Jonis also before saying, âAt this point I donât have much of a choice.â
Jonis chuckled, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
âActually,â Jonis said, glancing up at the wizard, âI was thinking the same thing about you. Hann arenât all that well known for being honest.â
The wizard bristled. A couple other Hann stood up. However some of the other performers snickered, sharing teasing looks.
Bernum put himself between them, lifting his hands. âAlright. Alright. Knock it off. This isnât helping.â
Jonis took a step back with a polite nod to Bernum. âIâm sorry. Youâre right.â
But Aldovio lifted his chin, jutting it higher.
Without any desire to drag it out, Bernum led the wizard to the table where he pulled out a chair. Aldovio had airs when he sat down, watching Jonis take the chair from the fire where he had been sitting, pulling it opposite without any pretention at allâthough it did look like Jonis was using it to fend off any attackers that would burst out in that hostile room. Bernum remained standing.
âHereâs the deal,â Bernum said. âWe dress him in your clothes tomorrow night. Then he and I go into Omoniâs manor pretending to want to negotiate âourâ contracts. When he and I areââ
âWait a minute. Wait a minute.â The wizard Aldovio raised his hand first then pointed to Jonis. âYou are trying to pass him off as me?â The wizard started to laugh, slapping the table.
Though Jonis made a face, he did not look upset at all. He waited for Bernum to continue; and for that matter so were the others.
So Bernum didâthough Aldolvio was still chuckling.
âAnyway, once we are inside the manor house, Jonis will claim his chest, and I will go search for Malkia. I figure Jonis will make enough of a stir that the gate guards will be summoned in, giving you just enough time to break in also and help me with Malkia.â
Still smirking, Aldovio shook his head. âThere are so many things wrong with that plan, I find it laughable.â
Jonis shrugged with a glance to Bernum. âHe has a point.â
His exhaustion was making him weary of their banter. Bernum clenched his fists then unclenched them. Lowering his head a smidgen, he said, âI know it isnât elaborate or anythingâŠbut we only have a little window before the chance is gone. We go tomorrow or never.â
Rising, Jonis looked to the wizard. âOk.â
âOk?â Aldovio leaned back incredulously. âAre you mad? How is any of this ok?â
Jonis ignored him. âIâve never tried dressing up as someone else before, and you did say we all look the same to you soââ
âAll look the same?â Aldovio sprang to his feet. He glared from Bernum to Jonis, whose blue eyes had flickered with enjoyment that he had gotten another rise out of the Hann man. The wizard turned to Bernum. âDo not put me in the same category as thatâŠthatâŠthat Cordril! My skin has the finest color. Iâm a man of distinction. That demon is walking death!â
Bernum glanced at Jonis who merely scratched his chin.
âTheyâll take one look at his demon blue eyes and know he isnât me!â Aldovio said.
âHeâs right,â the warriess said, though she was also looking at Jonisâs straw colored hair as if comparing it to the tea colored hair on Aldovioâs head. âThey donât look anything alike.â
Rolling his eyes, Jonis plucked a handâs-length, two-finger-width, folded up item of metal wire that held together two flat pieces of oval shaped obsidian colored glass. He pried open two sides of it and set it on his face. Darkened-glass covered his eyes so that not a peek of blue shone through. Then Jonis mussed up his hair, flipping up the back just a fraction as he said, âI can put in some hair wax and style it like he does. I can also wear stage makeup to make me look darker, if you want. In the dark weâll both look equally white though.â
Bernum nodded. âAgreed.â
Aldovio stomped his feet as if tromping over soggy ground. âBut him going as me? How is he supposed to pull off that? I have style. I have class. I haveââ
âAn ego the
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