Myth conceptions by Robert Asprin

I couldn’t believe I’d interpreted Aahz’s lecture correctly, but he beamed enthusiastically.

“That’s right, kid,” he approved. “Now you’ve-

“No, I don’t,” I insisted. “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard!”

Aahz groaned and hid his face in his hand.

It had been like this ever since we left the inn, and three days of a demon’s groaning is a bit much for anyone to take.

“I’m sorry, Aahz.” I said testily, “but I don t believe it. I’ve taken a lot of things you’ve told me on faith, but this… this goes against common sense.

“What does common sense have to do with it?” he exploded. “We’re talking about a job interview!”

At this outburst, Buttercup snorted and tossed his head, making it necessary for us to duck out of range of his horn.

“Steady, Buttercup!” I admonished soothingly.

Though he still rolled his eyes, the unicorn resumed his stoic plodding, the travois loaded with our equipment dragging along behind him still intact. Despite incidents such as had occurred back at the inn. Buttercup and I got along fairly well, and he usually obeyed me. In contrast, he and Aahz never really hit it off, especially when the latter chose to raise his voice angrily.

“All it takes is a little gentleness,” I informed Aahz smugly. “You should try it sometime.”

“While you’re showing off your dubious rapport with animals,” Aahz retorted, “you might call your dragon back. All we need is to have him stirring up the countryside.”

I cast a quick glance about. He was right. Gleep had disappeared . . . again.