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stop the infiltra?tion, but those demons wouldn't keep the Scammies under their thumb, not if I could help it. I ran to the top of the stairs, spread out my arms and cried out to the people of Scamaroni.

“Take off your glasses!” I shouted. “They're part of a plot by a group of females from Perv who want to enslave your entire dimension. They're enchanting you! They are poisoning your minds!”

Myth 13 - Myth Alliances

THIRTEEN

“Do you really want them eating off your hand?”

P. BENCHLEY

My voice died away. I looked around me for the thousands of eager, raised faces, grateful that someone had come to liberate them from their involuntary thralldom.

The trot-​trot of rat-​horse feet, the rumble of carriage wheels, the trudge-​trudge-​trudge of thousands of feet did not come to a halt. In fact, no one paused for a moment. I couldn't believe it. Nobody understood what kind of dan?ger they were in! I gawked at the resounding wave of apa?thy that greeted my announcement. Didn't they care?

“Take the initiative, Master Skeeve,” Zol urged me. “Use that Klahdish determination!”

That steeled my resolve. What I needed was an author?ity, an important citizen, to set an example by casting off the Pervect Ten's device. I cast around me.

There was the very person: coming out of the big build?ing at the top of the peak was a stout, prosperous male with a heavily embroidered coat over his robe. He wore the glasses, too, but he was being led by the hands by a couple

of muscular young Scammies whose eyes were uncovered. Their protuberant brown orbs turned toward me as I dashed up to the male they were escorting.

“He's being brainwashed!” I exclaimed. “Make him take off the glasses. He'll see reality, not fantasy.”

“It's just jealous,” the escort on the left sniffed to the other, pointing its trunk in my direction. “It hasn't got any.”

“A have-​not,” snickered the escort on the right. “Sad, really. He'll never know how great they are.”

“Probably not,” agreed his companion. The male in the middle said nothing. His mouth gaped open, and drool col?lected in the corner.

I should have known Scammies would think that any?thing worth having was worth bragging about. I tried again. “Look at him. Help him. His mind is under its con?trol. It could happen to you.”

“I hope so,” shrugged the escort on the right. “I've started saving up for my pair. Senior Domari says he loves them so much he's never taking them off.”

They didn't understand. I would have to take matters into my own hands. I reached for the pair of pink-​framed glasses perched on the male's snout. The escort on the left reached for my throat with a huge hand. The little round mouth bristled with sharp teeth. He lunged for me. I dodged back. If they were going to play rough, I was more than a match for them. At a safe distance, I used the reverse of my levitation spell to send him flying backwards. The other escort let go of his employer's arm and came hurtling at me, only to go hurtling in the opposite direction as I threw a chunk of power into his chest. With a flick of magik I snatched the glasses off the face of the portly Scammie. He let out a bellow, and clutched his eyes.

“Where did they go? Give them back!”

I swept my hand downward, and the spectacles dashed to the ground. The lenses splintered into a hundred pieces. “You're free!” I exclaimed. “Reclaim your mind!”

“What?” the stout male trumpeted, focusing his pro-

trading eyes on me. “Those cost me twenty gold pieces! How dare you! This is an outrage!”

“No, it's liberation!” I explained. Twenty gold pieces! The Perverts were making the victims pay for their own conquest? That was a wrinkle even Aahz would have had trouble stomaching. “Your minds were being clouded by evil sorcery. You can all thank me later.” I turned to the next person feeling her way blindly down the stairs while wearing Pervect Ten spectacles. With a spark of power I whisked the device off her nose and hurled it down. She shrieked as she was set free, possibly for the first time in days. One after another I picked the Ten's malevolent glasses off their victims and destroyed them. The vacant looks on their faces changed to more normal expressions, such as surprise and enlightenment. Another three pairs went flying past me, off a slender female hauling a couple of youngsters by the hands. The children began to cry. I turned to offer a thumb's up to my companions, standing at the side of the stairs. Tananda grinned back at me. She and Zol were getting into the act, helping me break the people out of the demons' spell.

“Thank you?” demanded the first Scammie I had helped, his trunk rampant with fury. He held up his fists. “Thank you? You're mad! Guards! Guards! Arrest this ... this fool!”

At the cry, the officer directing traffic turned his face up towards us. Throwing both hands up magnificently to halt the flow of vehicles, he stalked off his pedestal and started up the stairs in the direction of the shouting Scammie. It must take time until the brainwashing began to wear off. The portly male still carried on as if he was angry that the stream of nonsense