“Well,” I explained, “I was thinking that if we actually have to fight the army, we could use additional troops. I’ve got an idea, but I need you to tell me if it actually works.”
“Okay,” she nodded. “What is it?”
I started to resume my oration, then realized I was merely stalling. Instead, I closed my eyes and focused my mind on the small grove of trees ahead.
“Hey!” cried Tanda. “That’s terrific.”
I opened my eyes, being careful to maintain the spell.
“What do you see?” I asked nervously. “A whole pack of demons . . . oops … I mean Perverts,” she reported gaily. “Bristling with swords and spears. That’s wild!”
It worked. I was correct when I guessed that my disguise spell could work on any living thing, not just men and beasts.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Tanda marveled. “Can you make them move?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I just-“
“Boss! Hey, Boss!” Brockhurst shouted, sprinting up to us. “Come quick! You’d better see this!”
“What is it?” I called, but the Imp had reversed his course and was headed for the tree line.
A sudden fear clutched at my heart. “C’mon, Tanda,” I growled and started off.
By the time we reached the tree line the whole team was assembled there, talking excitedly among themselves.
“What is it?” I barked, joining them.
The group fell silent, avoiding my eyes. Brockhurst lifted a hand and pointed across the meadow.
There, silhouetted against a huge bonfire was Aahz, hanging by his neck from a crude gallows. His body was limp and lifeless as he rotated slowly at the end of the rope. At his feet, a group of soldiers were gathered to witness the spectacle.