"Sorry, master," Frike said, and worked with exactitude and propriety thereafter.
And so the bodies took shape. Apart from the pending matter of appropriate eyes, the only real problem was Princess Scarlet's mismatched hands. It was not so important that they were of different sizes. But one was yellow and the other white, and this could not be permitted. Azzie discarded the yellow one and made a quick expedition to the Schnachtsburg Doctoring Center. There, in a shop dedicated to necrophilious memorabilia, he was fortunate enough to find a pickpocket's hand for Princess Scarlet.
Soon after his return, Azzie received word from Supply that his castle was ready for delivery to his coordinates in Transylvania. Azzie departed immediately, flying across the Alps to the plain of Hungary. The land stretched ahead of him, lushly green, tree-scattered. He found the exact spot he had picked, which he remembered from the grove of tall purple trees that bloomed there, the only ones of their kind in the world, trees whose existence ended before modern science could declare them anomalous. Merioneth was there waiting for him, a thin, ill-favored demon from Supply who wore pince-nez and carried a scroll attached by brass studs to a well-smoothed piece of wood-the progenitor of the clipboard.
"You Azzie Elbub?" Merioneth asked.
"Of course I am," Azzie said. "Why else would I be here?"
"You could have your reasons. Got some ID?"
Azzie showed the black credit card with his name engraved on it.
"It doesn't have a picture," Merioneth noted, "but I'll accept it all the same. Okay, where do you want it?"
Azzie looked around. The site he had chosen was rolling countryside. He looked it over critically.
"I want the castle right there," he said.
"Over there on that flat piece?"
"That's it. But first you must put down a glass mountain."
"I beg your pardon?" Merioneth said.
"I want a glass mountain. The enchanted castle must sit on top of it."
"You want the castle on top of a glass mountain?"
"Of course. That's where enchanted castles always stand."
"Usually, maybe even often, but not always. I can cite several traditional tales - "
"This castle is going to stand on a glass mountain," Azzie said.
Merioneth took off his pince-nez, polished them on his gray fur, put them back on. He opened his briefcase. It was made of well-tanned human skin, and its clasps were yellowed teeth. Azzie admired it and decided to get one like it when he had the time. Merioneth opened the case and shuffled through papers. At last he selected a sheet and read it with pursed lips.
"This is your original work order," he said. "It says nothing here about a mountain."
Azzie came over and read the work order. "It says here you will supply standard landscaping."
"Standard landscaping does not include a mountain of glass. Why not have us move in an existing mountain?"
"It has to be of glass," Azzie said. "As far as I know, there are no existing mountains of glass."
"So why not take a dead volcano instead?" Merioneth said. "With lots of obsidian?"
"It won't do," Azzie said. "Glass mountains have been a feature of folklore since people began telling tales. Surely you have one somewhere in Supply?"
Merioneth pursed his lips and looked doubtful. "Maybe we do and maybe we don't. The point is, it isn't on the work order."
"Can't we put it there now?"
"No, it's too late."
"Can't we get around that somehow?" Azzie asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll pay the extra myself. Can I put it on the card?"
Merioneth shrugged again. "It's not a matter of that. The work order has already been filled out and signed."
Azzie looked at it. He pointed. "You could write it in right there, just above the signature. 'One glass mountain, and one enchanted forest.' "
"If my supervisor ever found out..."
"And I'll make it worth your while," Azzie said. He reached into a pocket inside his cloak and took out a small satchel. It was here that he kept his valuables. Here, in a chamois bag, he had the gemstones Rognir had invested with him. He took out a handful and showed them to Merioneth.
"So?" Merioneth said.
"Yours," Azzie said, "if you write me in a glass mountain."
Merioneth looked at the jewels. "I could get into a lot of trouble over this."
Azzie added a few more gems.
"I guess I can do it," Merioneth said, taking the stones. He bent over the work order and scribbled, then looked up. "But an enchanted forest-that's another matter."
"Enchanted forests are no big deal," Azzie pointed out.
"They're not rare, like glass mountains. Everywhere you go you find enchanted forests."
"Until you need one in a hurry," Merioneth said, his gaze on Azzie's chamois bag. "I suppose you want a road through it, too, huh?"
"Nothing fancy. A dirt track would be fine."
"And who's to survey it, eh? I'd need a surveyor. And a surveyor's services - "
"I know, it isn't on the original work order." Azzie selected four more stones and gave them to Merioneth. "Will that do?"
"That takes care of the forest and the basic landscaping. But you also want it enchanted. Right?"
"That's what I told you. What good would it be if it weren't enchanted?"
"Don't get huffy with me," Merioneth said. "This forest is nothing to me. I'm just trying to understand the order. What sort of enchantments did you have in mind?"
"The usual stuff," Azzie said. "Animated flame trees will do nicely. There are always plenty of them in stock."
"You're a horticulturist that you know that?" Merioneth said caustically. "Fact is there are damn few flame trees available at this time of year. And I suppose you want them to have magic thorns?"
"Of course."
"Magic thorns aren't standard."
A few more gems changed hands.
"Now, let's see," Merioneth said. "What exactly should these magical thorns do?"
"The usual thing," Azzie said. "When a traveler passes who is not pure in heart, or not in possession of the proper magical counterspells, they impale him."
"I thought you'd want that! Impaling's extra!"
"Extra! What in hell are you talking about?"
"I got more to do than hang around here jawing with you," Merioneth said, and unfolded his wings.
Azzie paid over a few more gems. The chamois bag was empty. He had gone through Rognir's treasure in a surprisingly short time.
"I guess we're in agreement on basics now," Merioneth said. "There are a few more refinements I can think of, stuff you might like, but it'd cost more."
"Never mind the refinements," Azzie said. "Just do what we've agreed upon. And quickly, please! I have other matters to attend to."
Merioneth called up a work crew and the demons started building the forest. They worked rapidly, thorough professionals once they got moving. Some of the younger demons were obviously unaccustomed to manual labor. But the supervisors kept them up to the mark and things proceeded nicely.
As soon as the basic forest was in place, with the spells set up but not yet activated, the head work-crew demon left an underling to put in the shrubs and wildflowers and turned his attention to setting up the castle. Crews up in Limbo threw down the building blocks with gusto, and the demons below cursed and dodged and caught up the pieces and put them together. Piece by piece a high structure of crenellated walls and pointed turrets rose into the air. It was historically inaccurate but definitely of fairy-tale design. At this stage there were a few small mix-ups. When it came time to dig the moat around it, they found they lacked earth-moving equipment. A team of dragons was summoned and bribed with an offering of maidens. After they had dined, the dragons scooped out a fine moat, twenty feet wide, thirty feet deep. But of course there was no water in it, and no one seemed to know who was in charge of getting the water. Azzie finally solved the problem by ordering a weather spell from Supply and calling up a brief but very heavy rain. This, plus the water from the runoffs, did the trick nicely. A pair of swans added a touch of class.