Myth 18 - MythChief by Asprin, Robert (good non fiction books to read .TXT) 📕

their money's worth, then I'll make them take down all the signs and the rest of the junk.”

The Old Folks turned away from Matfany and stared at me. The glowing sapphire eyes were hard to maintain con-​tact with for long. I kept an affable smile on my face.

“I am no! sure,” the deep-​voiced king said, “that we will do any better to depend on a Pervert than on De-​veels”

“That's Per-​VECT,” I said, holding on to my temper. “And it's not just me that Matfany hired to haul your cojones out of the cooker. There are also my associates.”

Tananda leaned out from behind me to give them a little wave. “Klahds and Trollops,” Tinian said in disgust.

“Now, wait just a minute,” I said. “We're M.Y.T.H., Inc. Maybe you're too far back in ancient history to have heard of us, but we have a reputation for helping people. Effec-​tively.”

“For money.”

“Only a fool works for nothing, pal,” I snarled. “Yeah, maybe your boy here made some stupid decisions, but he did what he had to with the best intentions. You want to keep your descendants on the throne without problem-​solvers on your staff, then make sure they go to business school before they take the crown. They'll have to learn that what goes out has to come in first.”

Fingernails dug into my wrist.

“Aahz, maybe the firm approach isn't the best one here?” Tananda whispered to me. I noticed that the shim-​mering gas flames had moved just a little closer.

“So you think that being ignorant is worthy of being condemned to death?” the long-​nosed female asked me.

“Stupidity is the only capital crime in the universe, honey,” I said. “It's always punishable by death. Commutation comes by way of mercy or pure dumb luck. Matfany here needs to learn to control his temper, but he was smart enough to know he needed help.”

“And you think that letting other people take over our landscape is the way out of the problem?”

“If we hadn't had a creative solution, other people would have taken over the landscape, and not in name only. I've seen your books. I haven't seen so much red ink since I read a copyedited manuscript of the last tell-​all celebrity autobiography. You're not happy about it, but isn't it up to the living to find their way out of their own jams? You had your shot. It's up to them, now.”

Matfany cleared his throat. “Your highnesses, I have given my word to these out-​of-​towners that they are al-​lowed to commit some temporary depredations on our fair country for a time. I will hold to my word. That is the only honorable thing to do. I ask that you hold back from caus-​ing trouble for them for the period of the contracts.”

The flames went into a huddle.

“His word? What if he did give his word? What's that got to do with us?”

“Well, if we have no honor, then we have nothing,” Tin-​ian said. “I did trust this fellah enough to give him the top post. That means that his word is my word.”

“But what about his temper? I don't like it that he can boil over like that and cause such a constitutional crisis all at once. The royal house is the royal house. While a scion of it is living, she is the rightful monarch and should be back here at home where she belongs, not hiding out in some Klahdish manor house that calls itself a castle.”

Possiltum, I thought with a smirk, filing away the fact for future use. Maybe I should arrange for a mob of ador-​ing fans to descend on her there. Hemlock hates crowds. She'll throw Hermalaya out faster than that week's trash. That'll show Skeeve.

“It's a pretty smart thing to do, getting people to pay for nothing.”

“I don't like anybody messing up our mountains and piers like that.”

“Well, you see how it backfired.”

“That boy couldn't have known It would.” King Tinian said. “The mistake he made was over my daughter.”

“That's true. Lucky for him that's the easiest thing to remedy.” The huddle broke, and the ghostly figures drifted to-​ward us.

“So, what's the good news?” I asked, heartily. “Let us finish up clearing your books, and in no time Foxe-​Swampburg will be back to its good, old tourist-​trap self. How about it?”

The deep-​voiced ghost came to look me straight in the eye.

“Well, Mister Per-​vect, we can't undo what has been done, but we can prevent any further mistakes being made by the same people, namely you all. When you don't come back, another generation of problem-​solvers will arise in Foxe-​Swampburg. We will guide them, but as you say, it's up to them. I hope they will be able to restore the pride that our kingdom has had in itself all these generations.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “What do you mean, when we don't come back? We're not staying here. This was a cour-​tesy call. I don't need your cooperation. You can keep throwing Salamanders off walls if you want to, but I will find a way to get Foxe-​Swampburg's finances back in or-​der, with or without your help!”

“I think you can say it's without our help,” King Tinian said.

The long-​nosed female smiled at us fetchingly. “You all should make yourselves just as comfortable as you can. You're going to be here for a while.”

Cold water rolled up onto my insteps. I felt the semi-​solid mass under our feet start to dissolve. I tried shifting to another part of the hummock, but it slid away. Hastily, I