"This had better work," Aahz said gloomily.
Until it did, we kept looking for alternatives. So far, nothing promising had come to light. Aahz and I kept up our rounds of the site, fixing what we could and sounding sympathetic about what we couldn't.
"Make way for the Pharaoh!" bellowed a voice from the sky.
"That's all we need," Aahz groaned. But he pasted on a smile as Samwise rushed in to rally us for a royal welcome.
"Hail, in the name of all the Ghords of Ghordon, Eternal Ancestors Who Give Life and Light to All Creatures. Blessings upon Suzal, daughter of Geezer, she who is Pharaoh and Queen of Aegis from the Underworld to the Overheaven, etcetera, etcetera, and so forth!" shouted her herald, alighting on the flagstones. He held up a hand, and the Sphinxes brought the chariot in for a landing. This was another casual visit, with perhaps sixty attendants, a handful of dancing girls, two jugglers and fifteen court officials on hand.
"And how are you doing, gorgeous?" Aahz asked, as he helped her down from the golden staircase.
"Not well, O Sober-faced one," Suzal said. She looked thinner than she had since her last visit. "Things do not sit well with me lately."
"It's the heat," I offered sympathetically.
"It's always hot here," said Gurn. We looked down at him. I had to look twice. Instead of the miserable, twisted figure that we were accustomed to seeing, he was . . . handsome. Very handsome. His eyes were wide and brown under a noble brow, his nose was straight as mine but more aristocratic, his chin strong and square.
"I ..." I began. What could I say?
"Say nothing," Gurn snapped. "Her majesty wants to view the progress you are making. I hope it is worthwhile."
"The fourth tier is doing really well, your majesty,"
Samwise said, bowing over and over. He had no wish to get closer to Gurn. "May I offer you a tour?"
"I would enjoy a tour," she said, but she smiled at Aahz. "But I would feel more cheerful if my trusted minister came with me."
"No!" Gurn exclaimed. "I mean, your majesty, I must check upon the business dealings of your architect's company."
"Oh," the queen said, deeply disappointed. She turned to Aahz. "Then, would you escort me, O Sober-faced one?"
"It would be a pleasure, doll," Aahz said, bowing over her hand with a lascivious look. He tucked her arm into his elbow as the Sphinxes came around with Suzal's mini-chariot. He helped her into it and sat on the lip near her feet. The Sphinxes bent their knees, opened their wings, and took off.
I turned to Gurn again.
"What happened?" I asked, unable to contain myself.
"It is your cursed curse!" he said. "I have been able to keep my distance all these years from her majesty because she could hardly bear to behold me, but now she looks at me with favor, even curiosity. I tell you, it is torture! If you do not defeat Diksen soon, my effectiveness as her minister is at an end, and I will not stand for that!"
"It could be your dream come true," I said, keeping my voice low so the other courtiers couldn't hear me. "You said she is your life."
"It is a nightmare! She is the daughter of kings and queens. I am a bureaucrat. That is the way it must remain. Has he capitulated yet?"
"Not yet," I said, with a glance toward the distant pavilion.
"You have only one day." "I know, I know!"
Gurn stormed away. Chumley took advantage of the fact that everybody's eyes were on the sky to come and murmur down to me.
"No luck on this end so far," he said. "And I haven't been able to find a copy of that book you were looking for."
"Never mind," I said. "We found one. I don't know if it's going to work or not."
"If you need me to, I will speak to the Pharaoh on your behalf. Gurn's not the only advisor she listens to."
"Thanks."
The chariot returned. The queen's normally pale skin had a green cast to it, but not as bad as usual. No doubt Aahz's ongoing chatter had kept her mind off her nausea.
"... Pretty soon we'll be taking bids for the shopping area surrounding this thing," Aahz was saying as the Sphinxes brought the sedan chair in for a landing. "Sacrifices by Nee-Ro wants a prime location. The rent-a-mourner service is already signed up. All the modern conveniences, but quality only. You'll be proud to say you own the top spot."
"You ease my mind, O noble Pervect," Suzal said, as he handed her down. Aahz tipped me a wink.
"And all at rock-bottom prices," Samwise cracked. "Get it? Rock . . . never mind," he said, as we all looked at him. He cringed.
"One more day," Gurn threatened, as the queen ascended her grand conveyance again.
Chapter 33
"Curses! Foiled again."
I didn't sleep well that night. I kept waking up from dreams of being locked in a tiny, dank, dark chamber with slime dripping down the walls onto me. Then I realized that Gleep was asleep with his long neck and head stretched out on the bed beside me. The slime and the damp breath belonged to him. I breathed in the familiar gagging aroma of sulphur and tried to get some rest.
We went back to the office on the morning of the seventh day, but not to stay.
"I see no reason to sit around waiting to go to prison," Aahz said. "I wouldn't have come back at all, but I want a copy of the list of my clients. Either I'll figure out a way to make it up to them, or keep out of their way until this all blows over. Gurn is going to have to chase us if he wants to catch us."
I concurred. We couldn't do anything locked up in a cell. Aahz and I might have to go on the run for a while, but we had plenty of places we could stay for a few days at a time. Gurn wouldn't be able to tell where we had gone. We would work on lifting the curse at a safe distance from Ghordon.
As we appeared in the Zyx Valley, I glanced nervously
over at Diksen's pavilion, worrying about threats from that direction as well. Then I looked back again.
"Aahz, look!"
I pointed. He looked.
The bubble, normally clear and iridescent, was murky and sort of brownish-blue. "Was it like that last night?" "No," I said.
As we watched, the bubble stretched upward into an ovoid, then compressed into an oblate sphere. It sprang into its normal shape, but the murkiness darkened. Aahz grinned.
"Maybe there's hope, partner. Come on."
We opened the Crocofile and started through the papyri of all of Aahz's contacts. I wrote down the names as he read them off. It turned out to be a much longer list than I had ever dreamed. Aahz must have drawn in people he had met as long ago as childhood, or anyone he'd ever chatted with on a street-corner. Miss Tauret was a little miffed that Aahz paid her little attention when she came in frequently with beer, sandwiches, cookies, chili or any other delicacies she thought would tempt him.
"Not now, honey," he said, holding up a hand without looking up from his stack of papers. "We've got a problem. Maybe later, huh?"
"Later means never!" Bulbous gray nose in the air, Miss Tauret went sashaying out in a huff. Aahz groaned and rubbed his eyes.
Mid-morning, we were only halfway through the sheaves of documents, when Samwise came in to wring his hands at us.
"Has Diksen sent any word yet?" Samwise asked. He had paled from his usual bright pink to a faint shell color.
"No," Aahz said. "Looks like he's going to tough it out."
"But Gurn could be here at any moment!"
"When he is, we won't," Aahz said.
Samwise's eyes widened. "You're going to abandon me?"
"We're here under false pretences," Aahz pointed out. "Your false pretences. You want to make something of it?"
"Well, no, but I thought you would help me!"