Another Fine Myth by Robert Asprin

“Right. Well… umm…. It’s happening!” he made his appeal to the heavens. “I can’t remember what I was saying!”

“Imps,” I prompted.

“Oh! Right. Well, if he’s hiring Imps and arming them with non-spec weapons, it can only mean he’s up to his old tricks. Now since I don’t have my powers, I can’t get out of here to sound the alarm. That’s where you come in, kid…. Kid?”

He was looking at me expectantly. I found I could contain my misery no longer.

“I’m sorry, Aahz,” I said in a small, pitiful voice I hardly recognized as my own. “I don’t understand a single thing you’ve said.”

I suddenly realized I was about to cry, and turned away hurriedly so he wouldn’t see. I sat there, with tears trickling down my cheeks, alternately fighting the urge to wipe them away and wondering why I was concerned over whether or not a demon saw me crying. I don’t know how long I stayed that way, but I was brought back to reality by a gentle hand on my shoulder, a cold, gentle hand.

“Hey, kid. Don’t beat on yourself,” Aahz’s voice was surprisingly sympathetic. “It’s not your fault if Garkin was tight with his secrets. Nobody expects you to have learned something you were never taught, so there’s no reason you should expect it either.”

“I just feel so stupid,” I said, not turning. “I’m not used to feeling stupid.”

“You aren’t stupid, kid. That much I know. Garkin wouldn’t have taken you for an apprentice if you were stupid. If anybody here’s stupid, it’s me. I got so carried away with the situation, I forgot myself and tried talking to an apprentice as if he were a full-blown magician. Now that’s stupid.”