Chapter Eight
'Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you!'
WITHIN a few days of Queen Hemlock's arrival, the palace of Possiltum had the happy, relaxed air of a battlefield the night before the battle. The Queen's party and the mob representatives were housed in the palace as 'royal guests,' giving me a two-front war whether I wanted it or not.
Queen Hemlock was not an immediate problem; she was more like a time bomb. With specific orders to 'stay out of her way,' I didn't have to deal with her much, and even General Badaxe admitted that if she were going to try to kill me, it wouldn't be until after the wedding when she was officially Queen of Possiltum. Still, as the wedding day loomed closer, I was increasingly aware that she would have to be dealt with.
The Mob representatives, however, were an immediate problem. I had stalled them temporarily by telling them that the Court Magician was not currently in the palace, but had been sent for, and as a token of good faith had given them the hospitality of the palace. They didn't drink much, and never pestered me with questions about 'Skeeve's' return. There was no doubt in my mind, however, that at some time their patience would be exhausted and they would start looking for the Court Magician themselves. I also had a felling that 'some time' would be real soon.
Needing all the help I could get, I had Badaxe send one of his men for Big Julie. With minimal difficulty we smuggled him into the palace, and the three of us held a war council. On Badaxe's advice, I immediately dropped my disguise and brought our guest up to date on the situation.
'I'm sorry,' Julie said to open the meeting, 'but I don't see where I can help you, know what I mean?'
Terrific. So much for Big Julie's expert military advice.
'I'd like to help,' he clarified. 'You've done pretty good by me and the boys. But I used to work for the Mob, you know? I know what they're like. Once they get on your trail, they never quit. I tried to tell you that before.'
'I don't see what the problem is,' General Badaxe rumbled. 'There are only three of them, and their main spokesman's a non-combatant to boot. It wouldn't take much to make sure they didn't report anything to anybody …ver again.'
Big Julie shook his head.
'You're a good man, Hugh, but you don't know what you're dealing with here. If the Mob's scouting party disappears, the Big Boys will know they've hit paydirt and set things in motion. Taking out their reps won't stop the Mob … it won't even delay them. If anything, it will speed the process up!'
Before Badaxe had a chance to reply, I interrupted with a few questions of my own.
'Wait a minute. Big Julie. When we first met, you were commanding the biggest army this world had ever seen. Right?'
'That's right,' he nodded. 'We was rolling along pretty good until we met you.'
'… And we didn't stop you militarily. We just gave you a chance to disappear as soldiers and retire as citizens of Possiltum. You and your boys were never beaten in a fight.'
'We were the best,' Big Julie confirmed proudly. 'Anybody messed with us, they pulled back a bloody stump with no body attached, know what I mean?'
'Then why are you all so afraid of the Mob? If they try anything, why don't you and your boys just hook up with General Badaxe's army and teach 'em a lesson in maneuvers?'
The ex-commander heaved a deep sigh.
'It don't work that way,' he said. 'If they was to march in here like an army, sure, we could send 'em packing. But they won't. They move in a few musclemen at a time, all acting just as polite as you please so there's nothing you can arrest 'em for. When enough of 'em get here, though, they start leaning on your citizens. Little stuff, but nasty. If somebody complains to you, that somebody turns up dead along with most of their family. Pretty soon, all your citizens are more afraid of the Mob than they are of you. Nobody complains, nobody testifies in court. When that happens, you got no more kingdom. The Mob runs everything while you starve. You can't fight an invasion like that with an army. You can't fight it at all!'
We all sat in uncomfortable silence for a while, each avoiding the other's gaze while we racked our brains for a solution.
'What I don't understand,' Badaxe said at last, 'is if the system you describe is so effective and so unstoppable, why did they bother having an army at all?'
'I really hate to admit this,' Big Julie grimaced, 'but we was an experiment. Some of the Mob's beancounters got it into their heads that even though an army was more expensive, the time savings of a fast takeover would offset the additional cost. To tell you the truth, I think their experiment was a washout.' That one threw me.
'You mean to say your army wasn't effective?' 'Up to a point we were. After that, we were too big. It costs a lot to keep an army in the field, and toward the end there, it was costing more to support my boys for a week than we were getting out of the kingdoms we were conquering. I think they were getting ready to phase us out… and that's why it's taken so long for them to come looking for their army.'' I shook my head quickly. 'You lost me on that last loop. Big Julie. Why did they delay their search?'
'Money,' he said firmly. 'I'll tell you, nothing makes the Big Boys sit up and take notice like hard cash. I mean, they wrote the book when it came to money motivation.'
'Sounds like Grimble,' Badaxe muttered. 'Doesn't anybody do anything for plain old revenge anymore?'
'Stow it, General,' I ordered, leaning forward. 'Keep going. Big Julie. What part does money have in this?' 'Well, the way I see it, the Mob was already losing money on my army, you know? To me, that means they weren't about to throw good gold after bad. I mean, .why spend more money looking for an army that, when you find it, is only going to cost you more money?'
'But they're here now.'
'Right. At the same time Possiltum's about to become suddenly rich. It looks to me like the Big Boys have found a way to settle a few old scores and turn a profit at the same time.'
'The wedding!' I said. 'I should have known. That means that by calling off the wedding, I can eliminate two problems at once; Queen Hemlock, and the Mob!'
Badaxe scowled at me.
'I thought we had already discarded that option. Remember Grimble and the citizenry of Possiltum?'
Without thinking, I slammed the flat of my hand down on the table with a loud slap.
'Will you forget about Grimble and the citizenry of Possiltum? I'm tired of being in a box, General, and one way or another I'm going to blast a way out!'
From the expressions of my advisors, I realized I might have spoken louder than I had intended. With a conscious effort, I modulated my tone and my mood.
'Look, General… Hugh,' I said carefully. 'You may be used to the pressures of command, but this is new to me. I'm a magician, remember? Forgive me if I get a little razzled trying to find a solution to the problem that your … I mean, our King has dropped in my lap. Okay?'
He nodded curtly, but still didn't relax.
'Now, your point has merit,' I continued, 'but it overlooks a few things. First, Grimble isn't here. When and if he does get back, he'll have the king in tow, and friend Rodrick can solve the problem for us… at least the problem with the Queen. As for the citizenry of Possiltum… between you and me I'm almost ready to face their protests rather than have to deal with Queen Hemlock. Now if you weigh the disappointment of our people over having to continue the status quo against having both the Queen and the Mob move in on a permanent basis, what result do you get? Thinking of the welfare of the kingdom, of course!'
The General thought it over, then heaved a great sigh.
'I was never that much in favor of the wedding, anyway,' he admitted.
'Just a minute, boys,' Big Julie said, holding up a weary hand. 'It's not quite that easy. The money thing may have slowed up their search a bit, but now that the Mob is here, there are a couple other matters they're gonna want to settle.'
