Myth-ion Improbable by Robert Lynn Asprin

Harold glanced once more out the window. The sun was just a minute from leaving the top of the distant mountaintop. “Quickly, follow me,” he said, moving toward the bathroom area of his living quarters.

“What happens now?” Tanda asked.

“I become a cow for the night, the vampires roam the castle feeding and killing like the history says happened, and if you don’t hide in a magically protected area, they will find you.”

I was right behind him when Harold led us into his bathroom, opened a cabinet on the wall, touched a place inside the cabinet, and stepped back as a wall behind a toilet started moving inwards.

“This is the most magically protected room in all the castle,” Harold said. “Stay in there until I open the door. Under no circumstances come out. Understand?”

“We understand,” Aahz said.

I was the first one through the door, with Tanda and Glenda right behind me. Aahz took a moment longer, talking about something with Harold for a moment, then he joined us.

Behind the wall the space had been carved out of solid stone that was streaked in gold. It was warm and lit by the golden glow of the gold from the walls. The entire room was filled with old books, scrolls, desks, chairs, and more antiques than I had ever seen in one place. We were all inside when the guy slid the wall panel closed behind us without another word.

“Not even a wave goodnight,” Tanda said.

Glenda moved inside and right to an antique couch against one wall.

“If you don’t mind,” she said, lying down and closing her eyes. “I think I need a nap.”