Myth-ion Improbable by Robert Lynn Asprin

“Actually,” I said, stopping the fight before it got started, “I’m feeling pretty good. A little juice here and some time sitting down and I think I can go again for a while.”

Tanda looked into the orange liquid.

“What did they put in there?”

“You know,” I said, looking at the juice, “I don’t know, but it really is helping.”

We sat for another ten minutes while I finished off the carrot juice, then I went over and asked how I could pay the man for the drink.

“Come back for a dinner,” he said. “That’s payment enough.”

I thanked him for his hospitality. I had no idea how this bartering system in this dimension worked, but it sure made everyone friendly.

We headed toward the west end of town, walking down the sidewalk and tipping our hats at the smiling people we met. I felt great again. Drinking that juice was like getting a good night’s sleep. I had no idea what was in one besides carrots, but I could easily get hooked on them.

It wasn’t going to be a problem taking the wrong road because there was a sign saying Biscuit and a big arrow at the fork in the roads. Around us were buildings and homes and several hundred of head of cattle grazing, so we started off walking, going slow and steady as the sun got hotter.

Finally, after maybe a mile, we were far enough out in the country to not chance being seen flying.

“You sure you’re all right?” Aahz asked.

“Never felt better,” I said.

“You know, at the next town, I’m trying some of that juice,” Tanda said.

As I reached out with my mind searching for power, it became clear that we were in an area much more powerful than where we had started. It was easy for me to get enough to lift the three of us knee-high off the ground and whisk us along.