The Wizard of Karres

He nodded solemnly, though his eyes seemed to twinkle a bit.

The same twinkle that was in the Dame's eye, in fact. 'Of course,' she mused, 'we'll have to figure out how a marriage of convenience manages to produce the heir our ruthless financial backers demand. A desperate situation. But . . . I dare say two experienced and stalwart troupers like you and me can manage to pull it off.'

'Imagine so,' huffed Himbo, rising to his feet. 'In fact, a notion has already come to me.'

He glanced towards that section of the wreckage which had once—and might still—contained his stateroom. 'This clever witchly trick of faking fakery . . . it has possibilities applied elsewhere, you know?'

* * *

Hulik do Eldel was the maid of honor. Mannicholo, the best man, in a face of startling pinkness. And the Leewit would have been a flower girl, except that she had a newly broken collarbone from trying to ride Mannicholo's unicycle for the occasion. She was going to have to endure strapping and an hour a day in the bone- growth-promoter for the next two weeks.

* * *

She was very grumpy about it. 'Back on Karres someone coulda done a bone-meld.'

Goth spoke the usual serene, philosophical phrases spoken in the presence of those recuperating from injury and illness. The Leewit glared at her.

'You!' She slapped her hands on the rim of the growth-promoter. 'Just happy that she won't be sniffing around the captain any more! Can't fool me.'

Goth's serenity seemed untouched. 'Don't be silly. Though, now that you bring it up, I notice that Himbo and Ethulassia disappeared right after the wedding.'

'Course!' sniffed the Leewit. 'They're sweet on each other. I always knew. Probably been for years. People are stupid.'

 

 

CHAPTER 26

'This is all very well, Captain,' said Hantis worriedly. 'But the lattice ship will take weeks to repair, at best. We need to move on if we're to get to the Empress in time.'

The captain tried to focus his thoughts on the business at hand. He'd been completely preoccupied making sure his part of the wedding went off satisfactorily. Despite his public boast, Pausert had never had any occasion to perform a captain's marriage before. He was just grateful that the little vatch hadn't showed up to amuse itself at his expense. It been active enough in the last fight, but it had disappeared since.

'Well, what I had in mind,' said Pausert slowly, 'was getting the Venture free from the lattice and heading onward on our own. All the old ship needs now is some fuel. And it looks like we have the credit to fuel her up, and to replace her with a hulk. Maybe we can talk Himbo into faking our presence here for a while. The ISS will come looking again, even if I think we've dealt with the Agandar's pirates once and for all.'

Goth nodded. 'Be good to have our own ship again, Captain.'

The Leewit looked across at the hive of activity that was the repair program on the lattices of the PBK. 'I guess,' she said, at least half-regretfully. 'Nice to be in the circus for a while, but home is best. I guess.'

It was curious, thought Pausert, as they walked over to talk to Himbo Petey, that the little fair-haired scrap of a gray-eyed witch should regard the old Venture as 'home.' Her real home was Karres, after all, along with Toll and Pausert's great uncle Threbus. The captain had stayed at her parents' house when he'd made his one and only visit to the world of Karres.

True, Goth and the Leewit's world wasn't the easiest place to find, let alone visit, the way it hopped around the Galaxy. A bit like the Venture in that way. And it was a very witchy place. Very like the Venture in that way, these days! Now that he thought about it.

Himbo Petey was visibly shocked at the news. He glanced at Ethulassia, lounging nearby on a divan, and tugged at his mustachios. 'You can't leave! We agreed to take you all the way to the Imperial Capital. And I'm a man of my word, Captain Pausert. Besides, the act of the Great Escapologist Aron is famous! You're one of our most popular shows. People expect to see you. You're a star. I could stretch to a bigger contract . . .'

Pausert got the distinct feeling that most of that little speech was spoken by rote, while Himbo gathered his thoughts. Just for starters, while the captain's escapologist act was certainly no financial drain on Petey, Byrum and Keep, it was hardly 'one of our most popular shows.'

Himbo paused, looking at them with a considering eye. 'But there's more to this than just money, isn't there?' he said abruptly. 'I suppose money doesn't matter that much to people who can buy into the PB and K to the tune of ten million maels. There's something big going on that I'm not part of, and not supposed to know about.'

He looked at them like an expectant bird. No one said anything, so he went on. 'You know, all the kids in the galaxy dream of running away to Vaudevillia. I was born on Vaudevillia, and I couldn't wait for the Petey Byrum and Keep to take off for anywhere else. I dreamed of going to Karres, because there is supposed to be real magic there.' He sighed. 'Well. I can't stop you. I wish I could, to be honest. You've paid off your debts. Actually, I think I owe you a little. Ethy'll have to check the books. We're going on to the Capital anyway.'

He stood up from his cluttered desk, and patted the two girls awkwardly on the shoulder. 'Remember: if your uncle the captain is nasty to you two, there is always a place for you on the old Petey B.' He looked sternly at the Leewit. 'But no more riding unicycles.'

She stuck her tongue out at him. But there was a quiver in her chin. The Leewit loved the Greatest Show in the Galaxy.

'Make you a deal, Showmaster,' said Goth, looking at the Leewit. 'If everything works out, we'll arrange for the Petey B to do a show on Karres. You'd be the first ever.'

Himbo smiled from ear to ear and put out a plump hand. 'It's a deal, lady.'

'Huh. Lady,' muttered the Leewit. But she also stuck out a hand and shook the Showmaster's hand. She didn't even squirm too much when Ethulassia hugged and kissed her.

'I'm sure Karres can't wait for a dose of culture,' said the Dame. 'It will be a great day for them.'

Privately, Captain Pausert thought that the people of Karres, living in their tranquil houses in the forest, with their wonderful music, might just show the statuesque leading lady another side of culture. But he thought that the witches would probably like the circus side. A lot of the witch-children might like it too much, in fact. He could foresee a lot of runaways.

He said as much to Goth and the Leewit on the way back to the Venture.

The Leewit glanced at him as if he were an imbecile who'd just issued an especially mindless statement.

'Well, sure. What you expect.'

Goth shrugged. 'It's really a lot safer than most adventures young witches get into. Remember where you found us?'

Pausert grunted. 'Um. Point.'

The Leewit giggled. 'Half of the younger ones will want to go on a trip with the Petey B. Old Ethy will be pulling her hair out, never mind her wig off, after a week or two.'

'I wouldn't worry, Captain,' said Goth. 'Witches can look after themselves. Besides, Himbo is good people. So's the Dame and Richard Cravan. And it is good cover. Witchy stuff on a showboat doesn't stand out. That's why I reckon Karres will be happy to buy into the lattice ship. You don't look for the real thing in a shipload of fake magicians and trickery merchants.' She rubbed the tip of her nose. 'Have to reach a private understanding with the magicians' union, of course. We don't want them mad at us. Some of their skills aren't all that fake.'

Pausert thought about it, then nodded. 'I guess you're right. It would be a good way to do a lot of Karres' work in future.'

'What I thought,' said Goth, looking up at him with those big brown eyes.

'Goth is sweet on the captain!' jibed the Leewit. Then the little witch scampered off.

'You just wait,' said Goth. But Pausert noticed that she didn't bother to run after the Leewit to chastise her. And it occurred to him that 'you just wait' wasn't necessarily a threat aimed at the younger sister. It hadn't been spoken like a threat, certainly; just stated in that serene tone of voice that came so naturally to Goth, when she