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

princess. They had a hard time keeping from grinning. I groaned inwardly. Everybody likes to ham it up.

“No!” the crowd burst out. “Let her alone!” “I decreed if she broke her exile, she must die! Take her away!” The crowd booed as guards surrounded the princess, who did her best to look helpless and forlorn. “Get your hands off that princess!”

From the entrance to the courtyard, Aahz's bellow echoed over the heads of the crowd. They all turned to see who was talking.

The reaction from the people told me I had given Aahz just the right disguise, though I couldn't see it. He ap-​peared to be a Reynardan with sable brown fur streaked with gold, wearing a silver-​silk tunic and blue breeches. He wore a silver circlet on his head.

“And who are you to defy me, the prime minister of Foxe-​Swampburg?” I shouted back. I just didn't have the lungs of a Pervect. I amplified my voice with magik. “And who are you?”

“I am Fanmat, prince of Goodenrich. That lady is the rightful heir to the throne, and I have come to see her put back where she belongs.”

“Oh, sir!” Hermalaya said. “I could surely use your help!”

“That's what I'm here for, little lady!” * A big sigh of relief and pleasure erupted from the audi-​ence. I looked down at them all sternly,

“Sir, justice must be done. I am the rightful ruler here now.” “Then you are the one who has to die!” Aahz marched toward me. “And who is going to serve that sentence on me?” I de-​manded.

“I am!” He drew a fancy sword from a scabbard on his hilt and waved it around. At least, a sword is what the crowd saw in his hand. It was only a stick that I had disguised, in case anyone tried to take it away from him. We didn't have to worry about that. The onlookers burst into wild cheers and applause.

“Oh, go back, Prince Fanmat,” Hermalaya cried, wring-​ing her hands. “He is a formidable opponent.” Aahz struck a pose. “I am not afraid. I'd fight an army for you.” He marched toward us with purpose.

The crowd parted for him. He marched through the courtyard, scowling up at me. When he got close to the steps I shouted down to the guards.

“Close the doors!” BOOM.' The huge metal-​clad portals slammed shut. The vibration nearly knocked me off my feet. “There, intruder. Turn back! You can't get in now!” Aahz cheated toward the crowd so they could see his noble jaw set. “You think that will keep me out?” “No!” the mob chorused in unison. “Damned straight.”

Aahz sheathed the sword and took a leap for the arch of stone that enclosed the doorway. I grabbed him with a streamer of magik and helped him look like he was really climbing the face of the castle. The audience couldn't have been more impressed. They were screaming and cheering the higher he got.

That was my cue. I started dropping pillows and small pieces of furniture out of the window onto his head. They bounced off, but he kept coming, stopping every so often to declaim something heroic. Once in a while he glanced up at me with fury rising in his eyes. Even though he had agreed to Chumley's idea that there should be some mis-​siles thrown, he still looked madder than a wet Catrabbit by the time I ran

out of ammunition.

He was panting as he got to the top and swung himself over the edge of the balcony.

“Okay, you coward. Now you're going to get what you deserve! With conversation!”

Aahz drew the sword. I, too, drew the weapon at my side.

“Then have at you!” I shouted. “Usurper!”

Aahz swung at my head.

“Intruder!” I yelled.

I threw up my stick. His clacked off it.

“You're a lousy dresser!” he countered.

He drew back slightly, then thrust again. I swung at the tip. I knocked it upward with a wild wave of my arm, then brought my stick down toward Aahz's knee.

“That's rich, coming from a fop like you! What do you know about governing?” “What do you know about the love of the people?”

He dropped his sword on mine with such force that you could hear the echo in the courtyard. My hand tingled, but I just managed to hold on to my stick.

I was no swordsman. Aahz was deliberately moving slowly enough that I could see where his blows were com-​ing from. I just did my best to get out of the way. But he couldn't miss the whole time, not with the thousands of people waiting for us I let my guard drop.

“Ow!” The stick poked me hard in the chest. “Gotcha!” Aahz said, with glee.

“Curse yon!” I shouted. That really hurt. Instead of just warding off his strikes, I started swinging wildly. I man-​aged to connect, bringing my sword down on top of his head.

“Ouch!” he bellowed. In an undertone, he hissed. “Watch it, kid, I'm the good guy!”

I was fuming. “Oh. yeah? Good guy? Then why did you. try and mess up all the deals I made for Hermalaya? Why did you say all those things about me?”

“It's all in the game, kid!” I felt my temper rise. “I'm not a kid anymore!”

Aahz nodded, his face grim set. “Maybe you're not. But this isn't real. This is a game. Remember? We're playact-​ing. This is for her. It's not about you or me. We're not alone. Everybody in the known dimensions is watching. Right'.”'

“Right.” I had to bring my temper under control. Re-​member the script! I told myself. It was just