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Monishone's fingertips. Each of them grabbed hold of an edge of each veil and stretched it out so that it covered all the hovering pairs of spectacles. The first, gleaming silver, was the master enchantment that held all the others to?gether. Vergetta was impressed at the complexity of the structure Monishone put together. The girl was a master wizard. She was a credit to her parents, Perv, and the Ten. It troubled her a little that they were putting so much masterwork into trinkets, but it took a lot of pebbles to make a mountain. They needed the money. Some day they were going to sponsor her to research some wizardry that was really worthwhile.

Tiny threads of color began to embroider scrolls and books on the stuff of the spell: the stories going into the framework. Sparkles of gold energy twinkled in the light, sinking into the frames and making them glow.

“Ash-​shoo!” Caitlin exploded, and started to pull her hand loose to wipe her nose.

“Don't let down the barriers!” Monishone warned.

“Here, sweetie,” Nedira offered, floating a handkerchief out of her pocket and sending it across the circle to the lit?tle girl. Caitlin obediently put her face forward and blew her nose resoundingly in the white square.

“Ugh,” Loorna grunted with a grimace. “Don't let that get into the spell.”

Caitlin crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue at the acquisitions manager.

“More power!” Monishone cried.

Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

EIGHT

“It looks like a trap!”

ÑF. BUCK

“What happened?” Tananda whispered, gripping my col?lar. I clawed at the air, trying to get back on the ceiling with her.

“I don't know,” I whispered back. I glanced down. It was a good thirty foot drop to the floor, and my magik had deserted me. I felt desperately for the lines of force I'd just been using, but they were drained. What spell needed that kind of power expenditure? I began to believe in the Wuhses' tale of the Pervect's quest for interdimensional conquest.

Tananda, maintaining her hold on the ceiling with an Assassin's trick that didn't rely upon lines of force, crept backwards, swinging me by my collar, until I was over the fireplace at one end of the big, dark room. Gently, she stretched down until my feet touched the mantelpiece. I heard a tiny “clink.” I froze, hoping the Pervects in the room ahead hadn't heard it. Ten of them! I wasn't a cow?ard, but I started to realize what a huge mess I had gotten

dawn. I started up at the sight of the dark circles under her lovely eyes, but she signaled me to lie down. “I got them to agree to fifteen hundred gold pieces, but Wensley had to let them take their turns with the D-​hopper,” she said, wearily. “I could have gotten more if you had let me negotiate be?fore you said you'd take the job, but as you have pointed out ad nauseam, we really don't need the money. I'm going to bed. Please don't wake me for breakfast.”

When we left for the castle about noon, I had left Gleep guarding Bunny's door, to make sure no one bothered her. I asked him to make sure, even if we didn't come back, he would keep her safe. He promised, and laid his head on my foot with worry in his big blue eyes. Zol also remained be?hind at the inn, getting more information from our hosts, who also looked somewhat worn out... but whether from the all-​night speeches or negotiations with Bunny I wasn't sure. Tananda and I had assumed the images of a couple of Wuhs housekeepers, trudging along in line with the others to begin their cleaning shift.

Once inside the real Wuhses went to work, while Tananda and I dropped the disguises and crept off in the di?rection of the Pervect Ten's wing of the castle.

I had to admit I couldn't see much evidence of the end?less greed Wensley and the others had told us about ÑI mean, more than usual. Aahz, my best example for how Pervects behaved, had always felt there were two kinds of wealth in the world: his, and that which wasn't his yet. Still, Tananda and I poked through the ten suites the Per?vects had claimed for their own. The furnishings belonged to the castle. Little of the clothing in the presses seemed to have been made on Wuh: the Pervect Ten hadn't gone in much for the handmade fabrics and modest styles that were prevalent in this dimension. Far from it; a few of the outfits we found even made Tananda whistle in disbelief. And every room was relentlessly clean. The possessions that the Ten were supposed to have confiscated weren't among their personal goods.

I found the dining room by smell. The aroma of Pervish cooking reminds passersby of a stableyard compost heap, only slightly more likely to linger in the nostrils. I could never stand watching Aahz or Pookie eat their hometown grub. I had been hungry in my day, but I could never pic?ture a situation so desperate I wouldn't rather risk starva?tion than eat Pervish food. Our eyes watered painfully at the stench, but we went in, anyhow.

A forlorn Wuhs in a white tunic and hat stood by a gi?gantic cauldron. In one hand he had a huge spoon for stir?ring, and in the other a hammer. He wore protective goggles and nose clamps. He hadn't noticed us; he was too deep in his