Myth conceptions by Robert Asprin

“Maybe they ran out of stones,” I suggested.

“C’mon, kid. From what we’ve seen since we crossed the border this kingdom’s principal crop is stones.”

“But the general…”

As I spoke, I glanced in the general’s direction again. To my surprise and discomfort, he was staring directly at me. It wasn’t a friendly stare.

I hesitated for a moment, hoping I was wrong. I wasn’t. The general’s gaze didn’t waver, nor did his expression soften. If anything, it got uglier.

“Aahz,” I hissed desperately, unable to tear my eyes from the general.

Now the king and the chancellor were staring in my direction too, their attention drawn by the general’s to our rear, and floating serenely above them was the guard’s pike. I guess it was kind of noticeable.

“You!”

I turned toward the pavilion and the sound of the bellow. The general had stepped forward and was pointing a massive finger at me.

“Yes, you!” he roared as our eyes met once more. “Where did you get that pike? It belongs to the palace guards.”

“I think you’re about to have your interview, kid,” Aahz murmured. “Give it your best and knock ‘em stiff.”

“But-“ I protested.

“It beats standing in line!”

With that, Aahz took a long leisurely step backward. The effect was the same as if I had stepped forward, which I definitely hadn’t. With the attention of the entire courtyard now centered on me, however, I had no choice but to take the plunge.

Chapter Six:

“That’s entertainment!”

-VLAD THE IMPALER

CROSSING my arms, I moved toward the pavilion, keeping my pace slow and measured.