Myth-Gotten Gains

The other two treasures added their own two cents, until all of them were haranguing one another. The ground started rumbling.

'Aahz,' Tananda said, alarmed. 'The magik's gathering again.'

'Stop it,' I ordered them. 'Hey! You're going to cause another explosion! STOP IT!!!'

They all looked at me.

'My apologies, good Aahz,' Ersatz said. 'It has been so long since we were together that even I forget the disasters that we can cause.'

'Good,' I said. 'Let's get out of here. Exit. Stage left.'

Chapter 12

'I KNOW THE Book is not far away,' Kelsa said, as we came to a crossroads. 'I can feel it. But he's hedged himself around with spells. I can't tell you exactly where. He has the wisdom of the ages written in his pages, and his magik would fool all the sages. Oh, I made a rhyme!' She giggled insanely. Buirnie played a flourish, accompanied by a roll from Zildie, the snare drum, to drown her out. He was still sulking about having to share Calypsa with Ersatz, but since he didn't want to scare off a potential apprentice, he was annoying on a minor scale, so to speak.

I let it pass.

I surveyed the terrain. It had plenty of hedges. And bushes. And trees. Not a lot more. We had been walking more than a day already. According to the signpost, we were just outside Pikerel, population 80. Pikini, the dimension we were in, bore no interesting features I could see, except the locals' skill at brewing beer, which we discovered at a series of small roadside hostelries, and the Book, which always seemed to be another few hours' walk away. According to Tananda, few power lines arched overhead, but little technology had evolved in its place. Hence, the dimension's denizens, the Pikinise, got by on muscle power, theirs or their beasts of burden. We were disguised as black-furred Pikinise to avoid trouble.

'Why would a hot magik item hide himself away in a nowhere burg like this?' I asked.

'We all have our tasks, Aahz,' Ersatz said, reprovingly. 'We do not seek to place ourselves in the midst of excitement. Where we wind up is a matter of fate.'

'Fine. Where exactly did fate drop the Book?' I asked.

'Hmm...I don't believe he is between assignments,' Kelsa said. Her eyes began to bulge and shrink again. 'He is out at the end of the...longest path...nice little place, all modern conve-

niences, four bedrooms, outhouse handy out the back, kitchen, workshop, dining room, properly taxes for the current year thirty-five gold pieces, good school but a very long commute...'

'Where?' I demanded. 'I'm getting tired of guessing.'

She blinked at me. 'Location IS the most important thing, isn't it?'

I tried again. 'What kind of workshop?'

'Mixed use,' Kelsa said. 'I see leather-working tools, carpentry tools, a small forge, some candle molds...'

'Sounds like a boutique in New England,' I commented. 'Can you steer us toward it?'

'I can't give you a path to follow. I can only tell you if you're going hot or cold.'

'Fine,' I said, in exasperation. 'What about this way?'

'Warm,' said Kelsa. I turned to my right. 'Hot.' I stepped out, opening my stride. The others fell in alongside me. The surface of the road was pitted and torn up by cart tracks, but it was better than walking along the sides, which were knee-deep in mud. We stepped up over a hill and headed toward a solid line of trees.

'Do you mind if I whistle while we walk?' Buirnie asked. 'I always feel it helps to pass the time.'

'Keep it down, okay? I don't want to annoy the locals.'

'How can you say it will annoy them? I know plenty of Pikinise music. They'll LOVE it.'

'Well, I would appreciate it if you would not sing, Buirnie,' Ersatz said, sounding weary. 'We have heard far too much of your voice over the last several hours, and I for one would prefer the sounds of nature.'

'All right, I'll take a vote,' the Flute said, imperturbably. 'All those in favor of lovely, wonderful music, a round of applause, please!'

The drum, which waddled behind us on little metal legs, produced a sharp roll.

'Thank you, thank you! For my first number, I would like to render my version of the Flight of the Bumblebee, with a

jazz variation that I cooked up for the Crown Prince of

Whelven...'

'Be quiet,' Asti snapped.

'But I thought you liked my music!'

'For once I agree with Ersatz,' she said. 'Give us all a rest.'

'A quarter rest, a half rest or an eighth rest?' Buirnie asked.

'A whole rest,' I said. 'And I'll tell you when it's over.'

Buirnie let out a breathy sigh. 'I should have known you weren't music lovers. Except for Miss Calypsa here. Why are you traveling with such unappreciative characters, little lady, when you could be traveling with someone fascinating like me?'

'La la la! You sure do love the sound of your own voice,' Asti said.

'Well, since you sound like a burp in an air pocket,' Buirnie began.

'How did the Golden Hoard get started?' Tananda asked, interrupting the eternal argument.

'Oh, it is an interesting story,' Buirnie said, pleased to be asked a question. 'I wrote a song about it. It has eight thousand verses. Would you like to hear it? It would help to pass the time! You'll like the chorus. It goes, 'Once upon a time there was a Hoard...''

'No!' I roared.

Birds and small animals erupted out of the bushes and fled in all directions.

'My goodness, big fellah, you sure can project when you have to,' Buirnie said. 'I could play some instrumental music, so the little lady can dance!' His emerald eyes twinkled up at the Walt. She looked like a shy girl at a dance being annoyed by a couple of nerds. I put my foot down.

'No songs,' I said. 'No epics. No poems. No katas. No dances.'

The Fife pouted. 'You're no fun. How about a joke? Hey, Calypsa gal, I know some jokes about dancers. Guy walks into

a barre, goes up to another guy and says, 'Say, do you dance here often?' The other guy says, 'No, but my kids plie around here.' Get it? Barre? Plie?'

Calypsa laughed. 'I have not heard that one before.'

'Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week. Don't forget to tip your waiter.'

'That's how you entertained kings and emperors?' I asked. 'I'm not impressed.'

'Perhaps the joke was above your comprehension, Pervect,' Buirnie said. 'I'll talk slower next time.'

'Perhaps I will tell it,' Ersatz said. 'I can cut things short when required.'

'Bravo, Ersatz!' Buirnie exclaimed. The drum rolled a rim-shot. 'You're a laugh a minute! Not!'

'Did I say something funny?' the sword asked.

'Didn't you say it on purpose?' Buirnie asked. 'Cut? Short? Get it? He's got no sense of humor.'

'The Hoard,' Ersatz said, raising his voice over the soprano pipe of the Fife, 'formed almost by accident. It happened in the great dimension of Valhal.'

'Valhal?' I asked. I searched my memory. 'Never heard of it.'

Ersatz let out a singing noise like a sigh. 'Not surprising, for it is no more. I will tell you what came to pass. Thousands of years ago, there was a terrible war between four factions, the nations of Thorness, Odinsk, Freyaburg and Heimdale, each led by rulers who were eager to capture the whole of a most fertile and rich continent.'

'It's starting to sound familiar,' I said.

'They were famous in their day. Naturally, they have since passed into legend. Four armies, each legends of