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

Oshleen polished one of her brass buttons on the front of her jacket. “It puts me in the mood for strategy,” she explained.

“Bah,” Paldine snorted. “Like you know from strategy.”

“Listen, fishface, you think that a winning smile will cause people to pour gold down on you ...”

“Enough!” Vergetta roared. “Back on topic, please, darlinks. We can't talk among ourselves without arguing?” She paused and blinked. “Dammit, I sound like those wretched Wuhses.”

“What will it take to manufacture these glasses?” Nedira wanted to know.

“I've made several dozen pairs on my own,” Monishone informed her. She snapped her ringers and a box floated into the room and set itself down in the center. “If the test marketing works out, we'll have the Wuhses make the rest.”

“A better use for those factories than tea towels and bobble hats,” Loorna said.

“What'll we do to keep them from walking away with a big handful of product?” Tenobia asked, sourly. “These are potentially a lot more valuable than tea towels.”

“We'll put a whammy on the section working on it,” Niki suggested. “They'll leave any conscious memory of the goggles inside. But the glasses won't be operational. They haven't got the talent to enchant them.”

“It will take enchantment on our part to set the spell. It's quite simple, but does take a lot of power. We don't have to worry about anyone jumping in and duplicating these,” Monishone grinned ferally. “No one can do what we do.”

“All right, then,” Vergetta stated. “Places, girls. Caitlin, get away from that thing. You'd think it was attached to you at the fingertips.”

Reluctantly, the smallest female jumped down from her console and came to take her place with the rest of the Per-​vect Ten standing around the table. They joined hands.

“Shouldn't we lock the door?” Nedira asked.

“Why?” Charilor asked with a smirk. “No Wuhs would ever come in here unless we invited them. Besides, they'd be incinerated if they walked through our security spell.”

“Reach for the line of force,” Monishone instructed them. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back. “Draw all the power inside the circle.”

“For these?” Niki scoffed. “We don't need all of it.”

One hot yellow eye opened and glared at her. “It's a comprehensive spell, you mechanical imbecile! It depends on forming an atmosphere of power. We have to place all of the component spells in a cascade, and the structure can't exist outside of the circle!”

“How'd you do it, then?”

Monishone glared at her. “One pair of goggles at a time!”

“Oh,” Niki yawned. She rolled her eyes. “All right.”

“Shut up, then. Bring in all the power.”

The major force lines that ran through Pareley didn't go underneath the castle, something that had proved to Vergetta that the Wuhses didn't know a damned thing about magik, which was all right, since they had little aptitude for it, anyhow. The closest one, a weak arrow, lay on the other side of the moat. A much stronger sky line, lying at per?pendicular angles to the first was just a little farther away. In their minds they glowed soft green and bright yellow. Slowly, but with gathering intensity, the circle bounded by their arms and bodies filled with light. Their shadows, knife edged, crept up the walls until ten black shadows loomed over them like giants watching from the sidelines.

It had been by accident a few years ago that they had learned they could unite their talents. It happened in the middle of an end-​of -year bargain sale, when all of them had been trying to get the only bronze alembic left in a bin. Vergetta had first tried to use main strength to toss her rivals out of the way. They hung on. Then, she started using magik, first subtly, then with all of her powers, dragging everything she could out of the local line of power. So had the other nine females all reaching for the same thing. To Vergetta's surprise, they all seemed to be evenly matched, from the muscular young woman at her side to the minute tot across the circle. But Vergetta had been determined not to let go of the alembic Ñit was 70 percent off! She pushed, they pushed; she pulled, they pulled. When the dust settled, they were all sitting on the floor, or what was left of it. The store walls had been blown down. All the other customers had been thrown hundreds of yards away in every direction, and the merchandise had exploded into its component ions, ex?cept for the alembic, which sat in the center of the circle shining like an atomic pile. There was nothing left for Ver-

getta to do but figure out a way to kill them all, or form an alliance to make use of the hundredfold magikal force the ten of them could raise. Being Pervects, they'd gone into business together. Even so, there were times when she still thought about killing all of the others.

“This is so camp,” Caitlin whined.

“Shut up, gearhead,” Tenobia snapped.

“Right,” Monishone declared. At her nod the box opened and the goggles danced out into the air. The frames were blue or red or silver, and the lenses glimmered with all the colors of the rainbow. “The frames control the spell, and the lenses are like magik mirrors. With our combined will we can do all of them at once.”

Like veils of color, the individual spells poured out of