Hit or Myth (Myth, Book 4)
Robert Asprin
Language: English
Pages: 116
ISBN: 0099745208
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The apprentice Skeeve is just getting used to his duties as Court Magician of Possiltum. Then King Roderick decides to take a powder, leaving Skeeve in his place to marry his homicidal fiancée and face the Mob's fairy godfather-who makes him an offer he can't refuse.
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And the biggest as far as they’re concerned is making their army disappear. They know you’re big. Big enough to be a threat. They’re gonna want you neutralized. My guess is that they’ll try to hire you, and failing that, try for some sort of non-aggression deal.” “And failing that…?” Badaxe asked, echoing my thoughts. Big Julie shrugged. “Failing that, they’re gonna do their best to kill you.” Chapter Nine: “I don’t know why anyone would be nervous about going to see royalty.” —P. IN.
Nice to have a reputation, but nicer to earn it. Those two little baubles now riding in my pouch were going to get me out of the Possiltum dilemma… if I got back in time… and if Massha had found the King. Those sobering thoughts brought my hat size back to normal in a hurry. The time to gloat was after the battle, not before. Plans aren’t victories, as I should be the first to know. With panic once again nipping at my heels, I quickened my pace until I was nearly running by the time I reached.
Haven’t always been able to get that. Lots of folks are afraid of me, but not that many respect me. That’s why I’ve been studying your methods, and have every intention of continuing.” “That’s… umm… interesting, Aahz. But how come you’re telling me this now?” “Because if I stay around, it’ll be on one condition: that you wake up and accept the fact that you’re a full partner in our relationship. No more of this ‘apprentice’ crud. It’s getting too rough on my nerves.” “Gee, Aahz… I…” “Deal?”.
Right,” I sighed. “I’m going to have to sit in for the King tomorrow.” “With me as your apprentice?” “Ask me after tomorrow… if I’m still alive. In the meantime, scurry off and say ‘Hello’ to Badaxe. I know he’ll be glad to see you.” “Your Majesty?” I snapped back to the present, and realized the two arguers were now looking at me, presumably to render a decision. “If I understand this case correctly,” I stalled, “both of you are claiming ownership of the same cat. Correct?” Two heads bobbed.
In quick agreement. “Well, if the two of you can’t decide the problem between you, it seems to me there’s only one solution. Cut the cat in two and each of you keep half.” This was supposed to inspire them to settle their difference with a quick compromise. Instead they thanked me for my wisdom, shook hands, and left smiling, presumably to carve up their cat. It occurred to me, not for the first time today, that many of the citizens of Possiltum don’t have both oars in the water. What anyone.