Myth 13 - Myth Alliances Asprin, Robert (top 100 novels .TXT) 📖

Something about computer technology only yielded its innermost secrets to the very young. She had a gift for data analysis that rivaled Oshleen's less-​technical approach. The wisdom to make use of it would come with time. In the meanwhile, her total lack of fear let her wholeheartedly enjoy every experience. Under the gog?gles' spell she yowled and grunted and crowed, then let out a loud shout.

“Awesome!”

She whipped off the glasses with a look of triumph, and handed them to Charilor.

One by one the Pervect Ten took their turns wearing the Storyteller Goggles. Vergetta watched their faces. Every one of them that had tried them had a gleeful look on her face. When at last Nedira took them off and handed them back to Monishone, they were all wearing the same expression.

“Well, ladies?” Vergetta asked.

“It's amazing,” affirmed Tenobia.

“It'd be a gold mine,” insisted Paldine. “How many of them can I get, and how quickly?”

“How much do they cost to produce?” Oshleen wanted to know.

“I want to try them again!” announced Charilor.

“No!” Vergetta chided. “Not now! All right. All in favor of producing and distributing Monishone's invention, say 'aye.'”

“Aye!” The call was unanimous.

“Any opposed?”

Silence. Vergetta swept her eyes across nine eager green faces. She clapped her hands together. “All right, then! Chop, chop! I want a business plan laid out by ten o'clock tomorrow morning. This is our big chance to blow this meshugina burg and go home!”

The Pervect Ten burst into loud applause and cheers.

Outside, the Wuhses of the democratic kingdom of Pareley shivered and held one another. The terrifying females in the castle were asserting themselves again. And did they have to do it so loudly?

Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

FIVE

“Sometimes you have to help people whether they want you to, or not.”

J. STALIN

The transference from the Bazaar to Wuh was shocking in the extreme. From heat, noise, and dust we emerged to vir?tual silence, wan grass and a pale blue sky. Behind us on the cobblestoned avenue stood a curved row of small but very neatly kept houses, each with virtually identical shops in the front and gardens behind. At one end was a wide, grassy park with trees. At the other, an open green where animals grazed around the statue of a crowned Wuhs with both his hands stretched out, palm up. The local equivalent of pigeons roosted all over it, or pecked on the ground for forage. Gleep's blue eyes opened wide at the sight of the hairy-​feathered birds. I knew he wanted to go chase them, but I held tightly to his leash. I'd brought him along with us over Tananda's objections, but I wanted all the potential muscle I could get. Since the day I'd accidentally attached him he had protected me, once saving my life, though the effort nearly cost him his own. Even Pervects thought twice before tangling with a dragon. He was still a baby,

but he could breathe fire, a little. And he was very strong and nimble. Besides, no one else knew that Gleep and I shared a secret: he could talk. That made him invaluable as an additional gatherer of information. Gleep was disguised as a local pet, a curly-​haired goatdog. The disguise didn't change his shape, though. I could feel his tail occasionally slap against my leg as he contemplated breaking loose to go chase birds. Tananda had managed to talk me out of bringing Buttercup. Even I agreed that there was little use for a war unicorn when we were facing Perverts. They'd either consider him a pet, or lunch.

Wensley gestured shyly at the tall building of tea-​colored stone on the hilltop above us. From the high, coni?cal towers plain beige pennants waved.

“Well, there it is,” he announced with shy pride. “Our castle.”

“It's not a castle,” I pointed out. “Castles have fortifica?tions.”

“Oh, we couldn't do that,” Wensley jabbered, looking shocked. “That would be unfriendly. We still call it a castle anyhow. It's a matter of pride.”

Behind him, Tananda rolled her eyes. Well, at least we didn't have to worry about creeping through a shield wall or having to trick our way under a portcullis. Pareley Cas?tle didn't have either. Nor did it have arrow slits in the walls. Every window was wide and bright, letting in plenty of light through clear, polished glass. I didn't see a single bar on any of them. A few of the sashes were thrown wide, and a gentle breeze caused the frilly curtains to dance. I squinted, but I couldn't see any movement. Were any of the Pervert Ten up there looking down on us? I'd been careful to pull a disguise over us, concealing my lanky height, Zol's dainty frame, Bunny's shining red pixie cut and Tananda's green hair. If anyone did happen to look out of the window, they'd see a quintet of Wuhses milling around like sheep.

The denizens of Pareley really did look like a flock of

sheep. I noticed one of them, a large-​bosomed female, lean out of the window of a house above a greengrocer's shop, then pull her head back in. I thought no more of it, as Wensley pointed out the memorial.

“That honors our retired king, Stelton the Agreeable. As you can see, he stretches out his hands to all in a gesture of equality. Things just haven't been the same since he left.” Wensley sighed. “Not that I would ever want to criticize Prince Coulommier. He