Robert Asprin
Hit Or Myth
Chapter One
'There's something to be said for relatives
… it has to be said because it's unprintable!'
PERHAPS if I hadn't been so preoccupied with my own thoughts when I walked into my quarters that day, I wouldn't have been caught unawares. Still, who expects to get caught in a magikal attack just walking into their own room?
Okay, okay! So I am the Court Magician of Possiltum, and maybe I have been getting a bit of a reputation lately. I still should be able to walk into my own room without getting jumped! I mean, if a magician isn't safe in his own quarters, can he be safe anywhere?
Scratch that question!
It's the kind of thing my teacher says to convince me that choosing magic for a career path is not the best way to insure living out one's normal life span. Of course, it doesn't take much convincing. Actions speak louder than words, and the action since I signed on as his apprentice has been loud enough to convince me that a magician's life is not particularly quiet. I mean, when you realize that within days of meeting him, we both got lynched by an angry mob … as in hung by the neck …
But I digress.
We started out with me simply walking into my room. Yeah, simple! There was a demon waiting for me, a Pervect to be exact. This in itself wasn't unusual. Aahz, the teacher I mentioned earlier, is a Pervect. In fact, he shares my quarters with me. What was unusual was that the demon waiting for me wasn't Aahz!
Now I haven't met many Pervects… heck, the only one I know is Aahz… but I know Aahz very well, and this Pervect wasn't him!
This demon was shorter than my mentor, his scales were-a lighter shade of green, and his gold eyes were set closer together. What's more, he wasn't smiling … and Aahz always smiles, even when he's mad… especially when he's mad. To the average eye Aahz and this stranger might look alike, but to me they were as different as a Deveel and an Imp. Of course, there was a time when I couldn't tell the difference between a Deveel and an Imp. It says something about the company I've been keeping lately.
'Who are you?' I demanded.
'You Skeeve?'
'Yeah. Me Skeeve. Who you?'
For an answer, I suddenly felt myself snatched into the air by an invisible hand and spun end over end until I finally stopped dangling head down four feet off the floor.
'Don't get smart with me, punk. I understand you're holding a relative of mine in some kind of bondage. I want him back. Understand?'
He emphasized his point by lowering me to within a few inches of the floor, then using that surface to rap my head sharply.
I may not be the greatest magician ever, but I knew what he was doing. He was using his mind to levitate me about the room. I've done it myself to small objects from time to time. Of course, it occurred to me that I wasn't a small object and that I was dealing with someone a bit better versed in the magikal arts than myself. As such, I deemed it wiser to keep my temper and my manners.
'You know Aahz?'
'Sure do. And I want him back.'
The latter was accompanied by another head rap. So much for holding my temper.
'Then you should know him well enough to know that nobody holds him against his will!'
My head started for the floor again, but stopped short of its target. From my inverted position I could get a partial view of the demon tapping himself thoughtfully on the chin.
'That's true,' he murmured. 'All right…'
I was turned into an upright position once more.
'… Let's take it from the top. Where's Aahz, and what's keeping him in this backwater dimension?'
'I think and talk better with my feet on the ground.'
'Hmm? Oh! Sorry.'
I was lowered into a normal standing position. Now that I was self-supporting again, I realized the interrogation had left me with a splitting headache.
'He's back in General Badaxe's quarters arguing military tactics,' I managed. 'It was so boring I came back here. He should be along soon. They were almost out of wine when I left.'
'Tactics and wine, eh?' my visitor grimaced. 'That sounds like Aahz. What's the rest of it? Why is he staying around a nowhere dimension like Klah and how did he get mixed up with the Great Skeeve?'
'You've heard of me?'
'Here and there around the dimensions,' the demon acknowledged. 'In some circles they think you're pretty hot stuff. That's why I started wondering if you'd managed to cage Aahz somehow. I was braced for a real battle royale when you walked in.'
'Well, actually I'm not all that good,' I admitted. 'I've only really started making headway in the last couple years since I started studying under Aahz. I'd still be a total nothing if he hadn't lost his powers and taken me on as an apprentice.'
'Bingo!' my visitor declared, holding up his hand. 'I think you just explained everything. Aahz lost his powers and took on a new apprentice! No wonder he hasn't been home in a while. And all this talk about the Great Skeeve is just a standard Aahz-managed hype job for a new talent. Right?'
'We have taken on a few rough assignments,' I said defensively.
'In which Aahz choreographed, then set you up to take the credit. Right?'
'What's 'choreographed'?' I asked. Obviously the family similarity was more than scale deep.
'Well, I hope you're up to operating on your own, Skeeve, 'cause I'm taking your mentor back to Perv with me.'
'But you don't have to rescue him from me!' I protested. 'He's free to come and go as he wants;'
'I'm not saving him from you, I'm saving him from Aahz. Our colleague has an overblown sense of responsibility that isn't always in his own best interest. Do you know how lucrative a practice he's letting fall apart on Perv while he clowns around with you?' 'No, 'I admitted.
'Well, he's losing money every day he's gone… and that means the family is losing money.' Right there I gave up the argument. Early on in my association with Aahz I learned the futility of trying to talk a Pervect out of money. The fact that Aahz was willing to sacrifice a steady income to work with me was an incredible tribute to our friendship … or his sense of duty. Of course, there's more than one way to win an argument.
'Well, as I said before, I can't keep him here,' I said innocently. 'If you can convince him he's not needed anymore…'
'No way, punk,' the demon sneered. 'We both know that won't get him to desert an apprentice. I'm going to lure him back to Perv with a blatant lie. And you're going to keep your mouth shut.'
'But…'
'… Because if you don't, I'll make sure there's nothing left to keep him in Klah . .. meaning you! Now before you even think about trying to match magik with me, remember something. You've been studying under Aahz for a couple years now. I graduated after over three hundred years of apprenticeship. So far, I'm willing to live and let live. You should be able to earn a living on what you've learned so far, maybe even pick up a few new tricks as you go along. However, if you cross me now, there won't be enough of you to pick up with a sponge. Do we
