I suddenly realized that throughout our conversation, she hadn't taken her eyes off our teammates. Specifically, she was staring sideways at Hugh Badaxe. This didn't change as Aahz made the proper introductions.
"Massha, this is Gus."
"Charmed, madam," the gargoyle responded.
"And Chum-er-Crunch."
"When fight? Crunch tikes fighting," Chumly declared, dropping into his troll act.
Massha didn't bat an eye. She was busy running both of them up and down the general's frame.
"And this is Hugh Badaxe."
With a serpentine glide, Massha was standing close to the general.
"So pleased to meet cha, Hugh ... you don't mind if I call you Hugh, do you?" she purred.
"Harmmph ... I... that is," Badaxe stammered, visibly uncomfortable.
I could sympathize with him. Having Massha focus her attention on one was disquieting to say the least. Fortunately, help arrived just then in the form of the Ta-hoe delegate.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen," he chortled, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Hello, Massha."
"Actually," she returned icily, "I was just leaving."
She leaned forward and murmured something in the general's ear before departing for her seat in the stands. Whatever it was, Badaxe flushed bright red and avoided our eyes.
"We were afraid you wouldn't arrive in time,"
Graybeard continued, ignoring Massha's exit. "Wouldn't want to disappoint the fans with a default, would we? When are you expecting the rest of your team?"
"The rest of our team?" I frowned. "I thought the rules only called for five players plus a riding mount."
"That's right," Graybeard replied, "but ... oh, well, I admire your confidence. So there're only the five of you, eh? Well, well. That will change the odds a bit."
"Why?" I demanded suspiciously.
"Are the edges on that thing sharp?" the spokesman asked, spying the general's axe.
"Razor," Badaxe replied haughtily.
"But he won't use it on anyone," I added hastily, suddenly remembering the "no edged weapons" rule. I wasn't sure what the general's reaction would be if anyone tried to take his beloved axe away from him.
"Oh, I have no worries on that score," Graybeard responded easily. "As with all games, the crossbowmen will be quick to eliminate any player who chooses to ignore the rules."
He waved absently at the sidelines. We looked in the indicated direction, and saw for the first time that the field was surrounded by crossbowmen, alternately dressed in the blue and yellow of Ta-hoe and the red and white of Veygus. This was a little wrinkle the Geek had neglected to mention. He had told us about the rules, but not how they were enforced.
At the same time, I noticed two things which I had previously missed while scanning the stands.
The first was Quigley, sitting front and center on the Ta-hoe side. What was more important was that he had Tananda with him. She was still asleep, floating horizontally in the air in front of him. Apparently he didn't want to miss the game, and didn't trust us enough to leave her unguarded back at his workshop.
He saw me staring and waved. I didn't wave back. Instead, I was about to call Aahz's attention to my find when I noticed the second thing.
Griffin was at the edge of the field, jumping up and down and frantically waving his arms to get my attention. As soon as he saw I was watching him, he began vigorously beckoning to me. Aahz was engrossed in conversation with the Tahoe spokesman, so I ambled off to see what Griffin wanted.
"Hello, Griffin," I smiled. "How've you been?"
"I just wanted to tell you," he gasped, breathless from his exertions, "I've changed sides. If there's anything I can do to help you, just sing out."
"Really?" I drawled, raising an eyebrow. "And why the sudden change of heart, not to mention allegiances?"
"Call it my innate sense of fair play," he grimaced. "I don't like what they're planning to do to you. Even if my old team is involved, I don't like it."
"What are they planning to do to us?" I demanded, suddenly attentive.
"That's what I wanted to warn you about," he explained. "The two teams had a meeting about this game. They decided that however much they hated each other, neither side wanted to see the Trophy go to a bunch of outsiders."
"That's only natural," I nodded, "but what..."
"You don't understand!" the youth interrupted hastily. "They're going to double-team you! They've declared a truce with each other until they've knocked you off the field. When the game starts you'll be up against two teams working together against your one!"
"Kid! Get back here!"
Aahz's bellow reminded me there was another conference going on.
"I've got to go. Griffin," I declared. "Thanks for the warning."
"Good luck!" he called. "You're going to need it."
I trotted back onto the field, to find the assemblage waiting for me with expectant expressions.
"They want to see the Trophy," Aahz informed me with a wink.
"As per our original agreement," the Ta-hoe spokesman added stiffly. "It should be here to be awarded to the victorious team."
"It is here," I announced firmly.
"I beg your pardon?" Graybeard blinked, looking around.
"Show him, kid," my mentor grinned.
"All right," I nodded, "everybody stand back."
In many ways it was harder to produce the statue using magik than it would have been to do it with physical labor. I had to agree with Aahz, though, that this way was far more dramatic.
Stretching my levitation capacities to their utmost, I went to work. A large hunk of turf was lifted from the center of the field and set aside. Then the exposed dirt was shoved aside, and finally the Trophy rose into view. I let it hover in midair while I rearranged the dirt and replaced the turf, then let it settle majestically to rest in all its magnificent, ugly splendor.
The crowd roared its approval, though whether for my magik or the Trophy itself I wasn't sure.
"Pretty good," Aahz exclaimed, slapping me gently on the back.
"Gleep," my pet exclaimed, adding his slimy tongue to the offered congratulations.
"Very clever," Graybeard admitted. "We never thought to look there. A little rough on the field, though, isn't it?"
"It'll get torn up this afternoon anyway," my mentor shrugged. "Incidentally, when's game time?"
As if in answer to his question, the stands exploded in bedlam. I hadn't thought the stadium could get any noisier, but this was like a solid wall of sound pressing in on us from all sides.
The reason for the jubilation was immediately obvious. Two columns of figures had emerged from a tunnel at the far end of the stadium and were jogging onto the field.
The blue and yellow tunics of one column contrasted with the scarlet and white tunics of the other, but served nicely to identify them as our opponents. This, however, was not their most noteworthy feature.
The Ta-hoe team was wearing helmets with long, sharp spikes on the top, while their counterparts from Veygus had long, curved horns emerging from either side of their helmets giving them an animalistic appearance. Even more noticeable, all the players were big. Bigger than any Jahk I had encountered to date. Easily as big as Chumly, but brawnier with necks so short their heads seemed to emerge directly from their shoulders.
As I said earlier, I count real good up to five, and there were considerably more than five players on each team.