Myth 08 – Myth-Nomers by Aspirin, Robert

I say ‘we’ because I couldn’t read or write Pervish, and he

was equally ignorant of Klahdish, so we each had to make

two copies of the agreement in our own language. To say

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the least, I didn’t drive a particularly hard bargain . . . 25%

of the profits after expenses. I figured he would be doing

all of the work, so he should get the bulk of the reward.

All I was doing was funding him. I even put in a clause

where he could buy out-my share if things went well. When

it was done, we each signed all the copies and shook hands.

‘ ‘Thanks, Skeeve,” the vendor beamed, stuffing one copy

of each translation into a pocket. “Believe me, this is a

sure money maker.”

“Any idea yet where your storefront is going to be?”

“No. Remember I said I was going to start out small?

Well, I figure to start by supplying the other street vendors,

then using the profits from that to lease and stock the store-

front. It’ll probably be three weeks to a month before I’m

ready for that move.”

A month wasn’t too bad for start-up time. I admired his

industry and confidence.

“Well, good luck!” I said sincerely. “Be sure to leave

word for me at the bank when you have a permanent address.

I’ll be in touch.”

He gathered his wares and headed off down the street as

I joined Pookie once more.

“I’d like to apologize for that mix-up,” I said. “I should

have let you know he was coming over.”

“I figured he was okay,” the bodyguard replied, still

watching the street. “He didn’t move like a mugger. It just

seemed like a good time for a little demonstration, so I did