“No,” Tanis said patiently, “we’re not.”
The companions stood in the Court of the Aghar before the throne of a gully dwarf Bupu had introduced as the great Highbulp. Bupu kept an eye on the companions as they entered the throne room, eagerly anticipating their looks of stunned awe. Bupu was not disappointed. The looks on the companions’ faces as they entered might well be described as stunned.
The city of Xak Tsaroth had been stripped of its finery by the early Bulps who used it to decorate the throne room of their lord. Following the philosophy that if one yard of gold cloth is good, forty yards is better, and totally uninhibited by good taste, the gully dwarves turned the throne room of the great Highbulp into a masterpiece of confusion. Heavy, frayed gold cloth swirled and draped every available inch of wall space.
Huge tapestries hung from the ceiling (some of them upside-down). The tapestries must have once been beautiful, delicate-colored threads blending to show scenes of city life, or portray stories and legends from the past. But the gully dwarves, wanting to liven them up, painted over the cloth in garish, clashing colors. Thus Sturm was shocked to the core of his being when confronted by a bright red Huma battling a purple-spotted dragon beneath an emerald green sky.
Graceful, nude statues, standing in all the wrong places, adorned the room as well. These, too, the gully dwarves had enhanced, considering pure white marble drab and depressing.
They painted the statues with enough realism and attention to detail that Caramon-with an embarrassed glance at Goldmoon-flushed bright red and kept his eyes on the foor.
The companions, in fact, had problems maintaining their serious mien when ushered into this gallery of artistic horrors. One failed utterly; Tasslehoff was immediately overcome by the giggles so severely that Tanis was forced to send the kender back to the Waiting Place outside the Court to try and compose himself. The rest of the group bowed solemnly to the great Phudge-with the exception of Flint who stood bolt upright, his hands fingering his battle-axe, without the trace of a smile on his aged face.
The dwarf had laid his hand on Tanis’s arm before they entered the court of the Highbulp. “Don’t be taken in by this foolery, Tanis,” Flint warned. “These creatures can be treacherous.
The Highbulp was somewhat flustered when the companions entered, especially at the sight of the tall fighters. But Raistlin made a few well-chosen remarks that considerably mollified and reassured (if disappointed) the Highbulp.
The mage, interrupted by fits of coughing, explained that they did not want to cause trouble, they simply planned to retrieve an object of religious value from the dragon’s lair and leave, preferably without disturbing the dragon.
This, of course, didn’t fit in with Phudge’s plans. He therefore assumed he hadn’t heard correctly. Cocooned in gaudy robes, he leaned back in the chipped gold-leaf throne and repeated calmly, “You here. Got swords. Kill dragon.”
“No,” said Tanis again. “As our friend, Raistlin, explained, the dragon is guarding an object that belongs to our gods. We want to remove the object and escape the city before the dragon is aware that it is gone.”
The Highbulp frowned. “How me know you not take all treasure, leave Highbulp only one mad dragon? There be lot of treasure-pretty rocks.”
Raistlin looked up sharply, his eyes gleaming. Sturm, fidgeting with his sword, glanced at the mage in disgust.
“We will bring you the pretty rocks,” Tanis assured the Highbulp. “Help us and you will get all the treasure. We want only to find this relic of our gods.”
It had become obvious to the Highbulp that he was dealing with thieves and liars, not the heroes he had expected. This group was apparently as frightened of the dragon as he was and that gave the Highbulp an idea. “What you want from Highbulp?” he asked, trying to subdue his glee and appear subtle.
Tanis sighed in relief. At last they seemed to be getting somewhere. “Bupu”-he indicated the female gully dwarf clinging to Raistlin’s sleeve-“told us that you were the only one in the city who could lead us to the dragon’s lair.”