Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

Gleep’s expression as I turned was one of thoughtful concentration, if not calculation. Then he saw me looking at him and the look disappeared, to be replaced with his more familiar expression of eager friendliness.

For some reason, this gave me a turn. Perhaps it was because I found myself remembering reports from the team about their efforts to disrupt the kingdom in my absence. Specifically, I was recalling the claim that Gleep had nearly killed Tananda . . . something I had dismissed at the time as being an accident that was being blown out of proportion in their effort to impress me with the difficulties of their assignment. Now, however, as I stared at my pet, I began to wonder if I should have paid closer attention to what they were saying. Then again, maybe it had just been the light playing tricks on me. Gleep certainly looked innocent enough now.

“Com’on, partner,” Aahz repeated testily. “You can play with your dragon some other time. I still think we should try to sell that stupid beast off before he eats his way through our bankroll. He really doesn’t add anything to our operation . . . except food bills.”

Because I was already watching, I caught it this time. For the briefest moment Gleep’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at Aahz, and an almost unnoticeable trickle of smoke escaped from one nostril. Then he went back to looking dopey and innocent.

“Gleep’s a friend of mine now, Aahz,” I said carefully, not taking my eyes off my pet. “Just like you and the rest of the crew are. I wouldn’t want to lose any of you.”