As I told Markie, our place at the Bazaar was bigger on the inside than on the outside .. . lots bigger! I’ve been in smaller palaces . . . heck, I’ve lived and worked in smaller palaces than our current domicile. Back when I was court magician at Possletum, to be exact.
Here at the Bazaar, the Deveels think that any display of wealth will weaken their position when they haggle over prices, so they hide the size of their homes by tucking them into ‘unlisted dimensions.’ Even though our home looked like just a humble tent from the street, the inside included multiple bedrooms, a stable area, a courtyard and garden, etc., etc. You get the picture.
Unfortunately for me, at the moment it also included my partner, Aahz.
“Well, if it isn’t the Bazaar’s own answer to War, Famine, Death, and Pestilence! Other dimensions have the Four Horsemen, but the Bazaar at Deva has the Great Skeeve!”
Remember my partner, Aahz? I mentioned him back in Chapter One and again in Chapter Two. Most of my efforts to describe him fail to prepare people for the real thing. What I usually forget to mention to folks is that he’s from the dimension Perv. For those of you unfamiliar with dimension travel, that means he is green and scaly with a mouth big enough for any other three beings and teeth enough for a school of sharks … if shark’s teeth got to be four inches long, that is. I don’t deliberately omit things from my descriptions. It’s just that after all these years I’ve gotten used to him.
“Have you got anything at all to say for yourself? Not that there’s any acceptable excuse, mind you. It’s just that tradition allows you a few last words.”