"And four days," Kelsa piped up, as Calypsa unwrapped her. The face appeared in the ball. "You forget about universal drift and daylight savings time!"
"Be quiet," Ersatz said. "You were not there."
"I don't have to be, my dear," Kelsa reminded him. "I know all, see all, remember!"
"You told them I could bring back his powers!" Asti burst out.
Kelsa's face changed until she looked like a goblet herself, but with the turban and glasses over a couple of jewels shaped like eyes.
"Why, I never did. I only told them what I saw."
"Aha. And you believed her?" the cup asked me, shocked. "When she hasn't had a clearheaded moment in centuries?"
"Clearheaded?" Kelsa asked, the image thinning in the golden crystal until it was almost transparent with fury. "I am always clearheaded. Look at me? Why shouldn't they believe me! I told them the future! Everything I said came to pass. They didn't interpret it correctly."
"And you didn't interpret it for them?"
"My dear, my job is to predict! If I was known for interpretation, there would be many more usurpers taken to the block and many more crowned heads safe on their pillows at night. Fewer little girls would take chancy trips through the woods unescorted, and the divorce courts would be full since no cheaters could possibly go undetected. My facts are undisputed to the open mind. You're the one who's full of alcohol all the time!"
"Not all the time," Asti said, sulkily. "I make other potions than alcohol. All kinds. Anything that purports to 'know all,' should know that."
"Why, Asti, I didn't say you couldn't. I simply inferred that you
"You silicon implant, you have no right to blare people's private business all over the cosmos!"
"Certainly I do. My job is to predict, inform, provide light in the darkness, give a head's up to my possessor as to events which will shape his future and that of the rest of the dimensions. By the way, dear," she said, turning to me and winking an eye, "you might want to pick your feet up. There's a hunting party on the way. Horses, lots of sharp, pointy objects. Ersatz can't possibly take them on all by himself."
"Who says that I cannot, wench?" the sword fumed.
"Knock it off!" I said, not wanting to deal with his ego at the moment. "Who is it?"
"Lord Highperin, his chief huntsman, three sergeants-at-arms, fifteen men-at-arms, a pack of hounds..."
A loud bay confirmed at least part of her statement. I glanced at Tananda.
"Where to?" she asked.
"Anywhere but here," I said. I grabbed Asti and started to shove her back into my rucksack.
"Just a moment!" she said, sounding horrified. 'You're not putting me back in that wretched rag again, are you?"
'You bet I am, sister," I said.
"Over my bent stem, you are," Asti retorted.
Out of her bowl, sour-smelling red liquid began to pour, then spray upward in an increasing fountain like a fire hose. I held her away from my face. The liquid was wine, a crummy vintage that I wouldn't have used for insecticide. The spray rose higher. In a moment it would rise higher than the trees. Highperin wouldn't need the dogs to trace us.
"Turn it off!" I shouted. "What do you want?"
"I thought you might see reason. After all, you want your reward, don't you?" The stream cut off between one drop and another. The ruby eyes regarded me with a pleased expression. "I just want a case that befits my status, Mr. Aahz. I am one of the most important members of the Golden Hoard. You can't just wrap me in rags and expect me to be happy about it."
"A
"You always possessed delusions of grandeur," Ersatz said. "You will not give in to her petty blackmail, will you?"
"Oh, yes, he will," Asti said, confidently. "Well?"
"Not a chance," I said, with my teeth gritted.
Wine began to flow over my hand again.
"All right, all right!" I shouted. "We'll get you a case."
"A nice one," Asti said. "One with a decent silk lining, tooled leather, and my name written in jewels. Those don't have to be as nice as my own, of course," she added. "Gold clasps would be acceptable, and padded with the best cashmere. Dyed purple, I think. It sets off my patina so well."
I started to growl, "Over my dead body," but Calypsa put her hand on my arm.
"Asti is an ancient treasure, and we do need her help," she said. "The purse will surely reimburse you for any outlay you make. I would feel better if she was made the most comfortable."
The cup beamed. "I like this girl. She
Tananda and I looked at each other.
"Deva," she said.
If you're one of the non-dimension-hopping rubes who have never been to the Bazaar at Deva, picture the biggest shopping arena you know of.
Now, double it.
Now, double it again.
Just keep on doubling it until you run out of numbers.