Myth conceptions by Robert Asprin

“There are more where they come from,” I interjected, “should the need arise.”

“So you’ve demonstrated,” the commander smiled, waving a casual hand at Tanda and Brockhurst. “Witches and devils made an impressive addition to your force.”

I deemed it unwise to point out to him that Brockhurst was an Imp, not a Deveel.

“Then you agree to bypass Possiltum?” Aahz asked bluntly.

“I agree to discuss it with my officers,” the commander clarified. “All I ask is that you leave one of your… ah … assistants behind.”

“What for?” I asked. I didn’t like the way he was eyeing Tanda.

“To bring you word of our decision, of course,” the commander shrugged. “None of my men would dare enter your camp, even granted a messenger’s immunity.”

There was a mocking tone to his voice I didn’t like.

“I’ll stay, Skeeve,” Aahz volunteered.

I considered it. Aahz had demonstrated his ability to take care of himself time and time again. Still I didn’t trust the commander.

“Only if you are willing to give us one of your officers in return as a hostage,” I replied.

“I’ve already said none of-“ the commander began.

“He need not enter our camp,” I explained. “He can remain well outside our force, on the edge of the tree line in full view of your force. I will personally guarantee his safety.”

The commander chewed his lip thoughtfully. “Very well,” he said. “Since you have shown an interest in his career, I will give you Claude to hold as a hostage.”

The young officer paled but remained silent. “Agreed,” I said. “We will await your decision.”