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your other suckers.”

The Deveel frowned. “I don't want tasteful, I want read-​able. The range is more than ten miles from town. A taste-​ful sign isn't even a dot in one of those coin-​operated telescopes! Not that there's anyone here to look at it. This place is as deserted as a shop offering free tax audits! We want some satisfaction for helping bail it out.”

“Satisfaction! Did you see the protesters out there?” I pointed through the window. The picketers had followed me. They were shaking their fists and pointing. Any min-​ute they were going to start throwing things again. I was pretty sure they were out of vegetables, so they'd have to resort to dead animals and dung.

“I figure that's just their little way of welcoming us to town,” the Geek said, hopefully. “I could tone it down a little. Have the Salamanders only operate at night?”

“What about the size of the displays? You could feed a starving country on what you're spending to cover that kind of real estate!”

“I must tell you, Mister Geek, that I am disappointed in your lack of restraint,” Matfany said, in a quiet voice that impressed the heck out of the Deveel. “Some of your part-​ners have actually put up signs that are larger than the feature itself that they have named. Is that sponsorship as you know it?”

The Geek rose to the occasion. “Uh, well, I could go down a half.” “You can go down to nothing,” I countered. “Forget it, Aahz! This isn't the deal we agreed to.” “If you read the contract, that is exactly the deal you agreed to.” “Then I want out! I want a refund!”

I felt as if my heart was being torn right out of my body. “You want... a what? No way!” “That sounds like a reasonable response,” Matfany said.

“You can take all that nonsense off our mountain. I will find a means of returning your funds to you at once.”

“What?” the Geek asked, off guard. “What about my investment? What about the money I put into that display? What about all the subsidiary rights I sold on the logo? What about the advertising I paid for to get people to come and visit Geek's Peak?”

The prime minister shrugged. “I suppose that we are both going to suffer a loss. That's business. We've been broke before. As you so tactfully point out. We will give him back his money, Mister Aahz.”

I was still hyperventilating. “Give ... it... back?” I saw the president's desk gallop away from me on little wooden legs. “I can't do that!”

“Then what's your offer?” the Geek asked.

Matfany peered over his glasses at him. “I want you to lessen your . . . logos to something not so intrusive, is what I want.”

“Intrusive's the name of the game, pal. Where did sub-​tlety get you? In the hole, that's where. This is the way out.”

“I'd rather be in the hole than desecrate our landscape, sir,” Matfany said. “I thought you understood the nature of our agreement.”

“You wetlanders are all alike,” the Geek yelled. “You don't know what civilization's really like.”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” I bellowed. I pulled Matfany aside. “What's the harm in letting him have a few little fireworks? When the crisis is over, you can national-​ize all the geographical features again. In the meanwhile, it's a way of drawing people back here and getting some serious cash flow going. After all, you are going to have to figure out a way to pay M.Y.T.H., Inc.'s fee, aren't you?”

Matfany's proud shoulders slumped a little. “Necessity makes traders of us all, Mister Aahz. Very well, then.”

After two hours of solid and loud negotiation, Matfany agreed that the Geek and his partners could have a display on each of the items they sponsored, but such displays were to be limited to a standard billboard in size. The Geek's Salamander crew could operate for three hours af-​ter sunset every night, no more. Neither side was happy, but at least no refunds had to be issued.

Matfany shook his head when the Geek disappeared to inform his partners of the changes. “I don't like it, Mister Aahz,” he said.

“Don't like what?” I asked, peevishly. This investment was saved, but I was still feeling the sting of losing Dervina. That thousand coins was going to be hard to replace, and I would never get another appointment with the Gnomes over Foxe-​Swampburg.

“I must say I doubt that those Deveels are going to stick to the agreement we just made. Just a feeling I have.”

“A newborn baby would get that idea from talking to a Deveel,” I said. “Look, the Geek agreed to tone down his fancy sign. You'll hardly know it's there.”

“I would have preferred to have no lights at all. / under-​stand why we have got to put up with it for the term of the contracts, but it is gonna upset the Old Folks. They like the way things are.”

“So what?” I asked. “I can talk to a bunch of senior citi-​zens. Where are they?” “Well, that's kind of hard to explain. They're just around. They sort of enforce the old ways.” “Are they Swamp Foxes?” I asked. Matfany nodded. “Yes, sir. Well, they were Swamp Foxes. When they were alive.” I felt the scales at the back of my neck prickle. “They're dead? Are they undead now?”

“No, sir, they're just dead. But they don't go away. Why would they? Foxe-​Swampburg is their home. They like it

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