Myth conceptions by Robert Asprin

“Well, boss,” Brockhurst sighed. “I guess this is it. Thanks for everything.”

“It’s been a real pleasure working for you,” Gus echoed. “The money’s nice, but the way I figure it, Berfert and I owe you a little extra for getting us out of that slop chute. Anytime you need a favor, look us up.”

“Youngster,” Ajax said, clearing his throat, “I move around a lot, so I’m not that easy to track. If you ever find yourself in a spot where you think I can lend a hand, jes’ send a message to the Bazaar and I’ll be along shortly.”

“I didn’t think you visited the Bazaar that often,” I asked, surprised.

“Normally I don’t,” the bowman admitted. “But I will now … jest in case.”

Tanda was tossing her coin in the air and catching it with practiced ease.

“I shouldn’t take this,” she sighed. “But a girl’s gotta eat.”

“You earned it,” I insisted.

“Yea, well, I guess we’ll be going,” she said, beckoning to the others. “Take care of yourself, handsome.”

“You will be coming back?” I asked hurriedly.

She made a face.

“I don’t think so,” she said wryly, “If Grimble saw us together…”

“I meant, ever,” I clarified.

She brightened immediately.

“Sure,” she winked. “You won’t get rid of me that easily. Say good-bye to Aahz for me.”

“Say good-bye to him yourself,” Aahz growled, stepping out of the shadows.

“There you are!” Tanda grinned. “Where’s the Gremlin? I thought you two were talking.”

“We were,” Aahz confirmed, looking around him. “I don’t understand. He was here a minute ago.”

“It’s as if he didn’t exist, isn’t it, Aahz?” I suggested innocently.