Myth Fortunes by Robert Asprin

Author:Robert Asprin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy - Epic, Fantasy - General, Magicians, Graphic Novels: General, Humorous, Graphic novels, Satire And Humor, Literary studies: general, Fiction - Fantasy, Fiction, Fantasy, General, Pyramids, General & Literary Fiction, Epic, Science Fiction And Fantasy
ISBN: 9780809573332
Publisher: Wildside Press
Published: 2008-11-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

"Now we're all in this together."

—G. A. Custer

A crushed foot took a few days longer to heal than a cut palm, although in the case of a Pervect, not

much longer. Aahz took advantage of Miss Tauret's cooing over him and kept the cast on his leg well

past the time when he showed any pain at putting his foot on the floor. Even though having him out of

commission meant I had to do all the rounds on site myself, I let him get away with sitting around. I felt

responsible for him getting hurt. After the conference Guido, Nunzio, and I had had, I should have been

watching more closely. If that stone had fallen on him, it could have killed him.

"You know, Miss Tauret's supposed to be greeting visitors, not just waiting on you," I said, as the

receptionist slipped out of the room with an empty pitcher.

"You gotta enjoy the perks," Aahz stretched lazily. "Besides, I'm not going to haul my butt up and down

those ramps with plaster on my leg. I don't have any clients coming by until tomorrow. It's not like I don't

have any work. The paperwork never stops." He threw a document to me. "Here. Sign this."

I glanced at it. The papyrus was entirely written in glyphs, except for Aahz's signature down at the

bottom. A second line had been drawn to the right of it with a symbol below. The figure of a male with

the bee revolving around its head meant 'skinny Klahd, hair of honey.' "What is it?" I asked.

"Progress report," Aahz grunted. I shrugged and reached for a reed pen. As soon as I signed it, Aahz

took it back and stuck it in the Crocofile.

"Where's the food?" he demanded. "Hey, honey, come on with the snacks! I have to get my strength

back!"

"Honey?" A face showed around the doorjamb. Instead of the gray visage we expected, it was covered

in purple fur. "Sorry, what? I say, Aahz, are you up to having visitors?"

"Chumley!" I exclaimed, coming to offer him a hand. He engulfed me in one of his usual Trollish

embraces.

"Good to see you, Skeeve, but mum please on the C-word, eh? The walls, as they say, have ears. I go

by Wat-Is-Et here."

"Wat-Is-Et?" I asked.

"My name," Chumley said.

"I get it, but what is your name?" I asked.

"It is what it is."

"I thought you said 'what is it?' " "No, Wat-Is-Et."

"I'm still trying to figure out what it is." "It's very simple." "Then what is it?"

"Now you have it," Chumley said, with a smile. "What?"

"Hold it, hold it!" Aahz said, holding up his hands to stop us. "We haven't got time for 'Who's On First.'

I'll explain it to the kid later." I closed my open mouth. "Take a load off! How are you doing? It's been a

while. We've been expecting you to drop by."

"Oh, yes." Chumley looked a little uncomfortable. "It hasn't been too easy to get away, what with the

way things have been going in the royal court. Suspicion and intrigue have been rife, what?"

Aahz eyed him. "And you're right in the middle of it?"

"Trying not to be, old thing, trying not to be! But it is difficult.

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