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al to the one he had fetched from the counter。 The only difference was that the one on the table was three…quarters full of a curious pink liquid。
With great ceremony； the Imp picked up the cannister from the table and poured half its contents into the new vessel。 The liquid poured with the consistency of swamp muck。
〃Here！〃 he said； pushing one of the cannisters across the table to me。 〃Now you don't have to worry about any funny business with the drinks。 We're both drinking the same thing。〃
With that； he raised his vessel in a mock toast and took a healthy swallow from it。 Apparently he expected me to do the same。 I would have rather sucked blood。
〃Um 。 。 。 it's hard to believe things aren't going well for you；〃 I stalled。 〃You look well enough。〃
For a change； I was actually sincere。 Brockhurst looked good 。 。 。 even for an Imp。 As Aahz had said； Imps are snappy dressers； and Brockhurst was no exception。 He was outfitted in a rust…colored velvet jerkin trimmed in gold； which set off his pink plexion and sleek black hair superbly。 If he were starving； you couldn't tell it from looking at him。 Though still fairly slender； he was as well muscled and adroit as when I had first met him。
〃Don't let appearances fool you；〃 Brockhurst insisted； shaking his head。 〃You see before you an Imp pushed to the wall。 I've had to sell everything…my crossbow； my pouch of magic tricks…I couldn't even raise enough money to pay my dues to the Assassins Guild。〃
〃It's that hard to find work？〃 I sympathized。
〃I'll tell you； Skeeve；〃 he whispered confidentially； 〃I haven't worked since that fiasco with Isstvan。〃
The sound of that name still sent chills down my back。
〃Where is Isstvan； anyway？〃 I asked casually。
〃Don't worry about him；〃 Brochkurst said grimly。 〃We left him working concession stands on the Isle of Coney； a couple of dimensions from here。〃
〃What happened to the others？〃
I was genuinely curious。 I hadn't had much of a chance to talk with Tanda since our reunion。
〃We left Frumple under a cloud of birds in some park or other 。 。 。 figured he looked better as a statue than he did alive。 The demon hunter and the girl took off for parts unknown one night while we were asleep。 My partner； Higgens； headed back to Imper。 He figured his career was over and that he might as well settle down。 Me； I've been looking for work； ever since； and I'm starting to think Higgens was right。〃
〃e on； Brockhurst；〃 I chided。 〃There must be something you can do。 I mean； this is the Bazaar。〃
The Imp heaved a sigh and took another sip of his drink。
〃It's nice of you to say that； Skeeve；〃 he smiled。 〃But I've got to face the facts。 There's not a big demand for Imps anyway； and none at all for an Imp with no powers。〃
I knew what he meant。 All the dimension travelers I had met so far…Aahz； Isstvan； Tanda； and even the Deveel Frumple…seemed to regard Imps as inferior beings。 The nicest thing I had heard said about them was that they were styleless imitators of the Deveels。
I felt sorry for him。 Despite the fact we had first met as enemies； it wasn't that long ago I had been a loser nobody wanted。
〃You've got to keep trying；〃 I encouraged。
〃Somewhere； there's someone who wants to hire you。〃
〃Not very likely；〃 the Imp grimaced。 〃The way I am now； l wouldn't hire me。 Would you？〃
〃Sure I would；〃 I insisted。 〃In a minute。〃
〃Oh； well；〃 he sighed。 〃I shouldn't dwell on myself。 How have things been with you？ What brings you to the Bazaar？〃
Now it was my turn to grimace。
〃Aahz and I are in a bad spot；〃 I explained。 〃We're here trying to recruit a force to help us out。〃
〃You're hiring people？〃 Brockhurst was suddenly intense。
〃Yeah。 Why？〃 I replied。
Too late； I realized what I was saying。
〃Then you weren't kidding about hiring me！〃 Brockhurst was beside himself with glee。
〃Um 。 。 。〃 I said。
〃This is great；〃 the Imp chortled； rubbing his hands together。 〃Believe me； Skeeve； you won't regret this。〃
I was regretting it already。
〃Wait a minute； Brockhurst；〃 I interrupted desperately。 〃There are a few things you should know about the job。〃
〃Like what？〃
〃Well 。 。 。 for one thing； the odds are bad；〃 I said judiciously。 〃We're up against an army。 That's pretty rough fare considering how low the pay is。〃
I thought I would touch a nerve with that remark about the pay。 I was right。
〃How low is the pay？〃 the Imp asked bluntly。
Now I was stuck。 I didn't have the vaguest idea how much mercenaries were normally paid。
〃We 。 。 。 um 。 。 。 we couldn't offer you more than one gold piece for the whole job；〃 I shrugged。
〃Done！〃 Brockhurst proclaimed。 〃With the current state of my finances； I can't turn down an offer like that no matter how dangerous it is。〃
It occurred to me that sometime I should have Aahz give me a quick course in rates of exchange。
〃Um 。 。 。 there's one other problem；〃 I murmured thoughtfully。
〃What's that？〃
〃Well； my partner； you remember Aahz？〃
The Imp nodded。
〃Well； he's out right now trying to hire a force； and he's got the money；〃 I continued。 〃There's a good chance that if he's successful； and he usually is； there won't be enough money left to hire you。〃
Brockhurst pursed his lips for a moment； then shrugged。
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃I'll take the chance。 I wasn't going anywhere anyway。 As I said； they haven't exactly been beating my door down with job offers。〃
I had run out of excuses。
〃Well〃…I smiled lamely…〃as long as you're aware…〃
〃Heads up； boss；〃 the Imp's murmur interrupted me。 〃We've got pany。〃
I'm not sure which worried me more； Brockhurst calling me 〃boss〃 or the specterlike character who had just stepped up to our table。
Chapter Fourteen
〃We're looking for a few good men。〃
…B。 CASSIDY
For a moment I thought we were being confronted by a skeleton。 Then I looked closer and realized there really was skin stretched over the bones； though its dusty…white color made it seem very dead indeed。
The figure's paleness was made even more corpselike by the blue…black hooded robe that enshrouded it。 It wasn't until I noted the wrinkled face with a short； bristly white beard that I realized our visitor was actually a very old man 。 。 。 very old。
He looked weak to the point of near collapse； desperately clutching a twisted black walking staff which seemed to be the only thing keeping him erect。 Still； his eyes were bright and his smile confident as…he stood regarding us。
〃Did I hear you boys right？〃 he asked in a crackling voice。
〃I beg your pardon？〃 Brockhurst scowled at him。
The ancient figure sneered and raised his voice。
〃I said； ‘Did I hear you boys right？'！〃 he barked。
〃What's the matter？ Are you deaf？〃
〃Um 。 。 。 excuse me；〃 I interrupted hastily。 〃Before we can answer you； we have to know what you thought we said。〃
The old man thought for a minute； then bobbed his head in a sudden nod。
〃You know； yer right！〃 he cackled。 〃Pretty smart； young fella。〃
He began to list； but caught himself before he fell。
〃Thought I heard you tell Pinko here you were looking for a force to take on an army；〃 he pronounced； jerking a thumb at Brockhurst。
〃The name's Brockhurst； not Pinko！〃 the