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

“I'm sorry about your workroom,” I told them, as the fe?male in the business suit broke out a keg of wine to toast the new spirit of cooperation. “I think the alteration may be permanent. You can't do magik in here any more.”

“As long as the computer runs, who cares?” the little one declared. “I'm Caitlin, by the way. I've been checking the archives on you around the dimensions. You've got a pretty hot reputation, for a Klahd.”

“Thanks, I think,” I replied.

Tananda shifted impatiently. “Hey, handsome, are you going to let us in, or do we have to stand here and watch you drink in front of us?”

I had to transit through the brilliant flash of light twice, once to open the fire spell outward, and once to accompany the rest of my companions into the room.

“Tananda's one of my former partners,” I introduced my associates. “Bunny's my administrative assistant.”

The tallest Pervect eyed Bunny curiously. “Aren't you a beauty queen?”

“I was on one occasion,” Bunny explained. “I'm really an accountant.”

“You are?” Oshleen continued in astonishment.

I remembered her now. (For those of you who missed our previous encounter please see that fine volume Myth-​Told Tales, available from your finer stockists.)

“So am I. What do you think about secured investment in growth industry?”

“Depends on the track record of the companies in?volved,” my assistant replied, instantly falling into the se-

cret language of finance. “Are we talking seasonal or year-​round value?”

I instantly lost track of the thread of conversation. Money management was not my long suit.

Vergetta, the eldest, waved an admonitory finger at Gleep, who regarded her with utter innocence.

“He's not going to ... you know ... again, is he?”

“Oh, no,” I assured her, mentally crossing my fingers. I exchanged glances with Gleep. I think I saw understanding in those round blue eyes that now was not the time to upset the delicate balance.

“Good. You I remember,” she turned to Tananda. “You and a couple of big lugs were the ones who ruined our plan in the Bazaar.”

“You bet we did,” Tananda declared, holding her ground, “extortion's not welcome there.”

Vergetta sighed. “It wasn't supposed to go that far. We were just offering services. You think it's easy, after spend?ing a day arguing with creditors, to go and clean a dozen offices and shops? You think I like scrubbing toilets?”

“But, five gold coins a week?”

“Pervects always charge top coin for their services,” Zol explained. “They believe they're worth it. You should have paid it.”

“Too much,” Tananda disagreed, shaking her head. “We did the right thing putting you out of business there.”

Vergetta patted me on the arm. “You're right not to follow this little guy's advice, Sonny. But it was very clever, what you did to us. You could be a Pervect. You, too, Honey.” She held out her wine glass to me for a refill.

“I'm in your debt,” Wensley told her, leaping to get the carafe off the table and fill it for her. He hadn't left her side since he had been freed from the snow globe. “I'd like to help undo the mess I made.”

Vergetta didn't hesitate. She frowned at him. "From what we've been able to find out about your hired gun here,

this guy is Mr. Connected. We need to dump all the mer?chandise the two of you made impossible to sell."

“Me?” Wensley squeaked. “Why?”

“Because you hired him, Bubby. If he's got any advice to pass along, you have to ask for it.”

Wensley turned beseeching eyes to me. “Will you, Mas?ter Skeeve?”

I felt guilty about my part in the enterprise, too, so I thought hard for a moment. “Why not the Bazaar?” I sug?gested.

“Why not?” Vergetta echoed. “Because your little Trol?lop friend there got us banned for life.”

“And I'd have done it for longer, too,” Tananda growled, her cat's eyes glowing. “You should have seen the black eye she gave me! And poor Chumley was sore for a week! Nobody beats up on my big brother but me!”

“Only two of you have been banned,” I reminded them, thoughtfully. “Besides, you don't need to have a shop in the Bazaar to have your goods sold there. I know the Mer?chants' Association. If I put your exclusive contract out to bid they'll be undercutting one another in no time. The Deveels will love Pervomatics and ... and ...”

“Storyteller goggles,” Monishone, the robed one, put in shyly. “My invention.”

“That name's got to get changed,” Paldine, the business-​suited female, interjected briskly. “I'll come with you to handle the negotiations. When? We want to get some black ink back in the ledgers.”

“As soon as we're done here,” I assured her.

“We could have used that Bub Tube,” Oshleen was say?ing passionately to Bunny. “We needed it. I hoped to use it to instill a little responsibility into these Wuhses. What do you do when everyone seems to agree, and when they don't they just sneak off and do what they want? Perverts are much more straightforward. We just tell someone what we want, and if they don't do it, we tear their heads off.”

“Don't play dumb with me,” Tenobia was telling a

wide-​eyed Gleep, who was gnawing on a table leg. “I was a dragon-​tamer when I used to work for the circus. You guys are much more intelligent than you let anyone know.”

Eavesdropping with interest, Zol took out his little note?book and began to tap away on his button board. It looked as though