"Treacherous little trickster!" the big barbarian bawled. "I"ll split that scheming skull of yours in two!"
As Chert .charged head first, elbows tight at his sides and fists raised, the supple young thief flipped sideways, avoiding the rush. The barbarian thudded into the wall, rebounded and fell sprawling over the table. No construction of mere wood could withstand such an impact. With a groan, the table"s legs spread outward and its top split with a sharp crack. Chert"s roar of outrage as he struck the floor drowned out the cracking and splintering noise of the sundered oak, but Cord"s laugh pierced the din.
"I think I"ll go out for a while, old comrade!" the young thief called loudly, still laughing uproariously. "After all, I have a few coins to dispose of now, thanks to you!" So saying, Gord danced nimbly over to where two stacks of copper and silver coins were piled, scooped them off the top of the tall chest, and sped out the door of the dwelling. As he went down the lane. Chert"s roars could clearly be heard despite the closed door. Exactly what the brawny hillman was threatening Gord wasn"t sure, but it 199.
undoubtedly concerned the young thiefs limbs - and anything else that could be chopped or torn off.79 "Such a poor loser," Gord clucked in mock disgust as he clinked the coins together in his palm. The amount of money was paltry, a mere hundred bronze zees in total.
But the wager had been fair, after all, and it wasn"t Cord"s fault that Chert had been too slow-witted to detect his friend"s ruse. "Well, no matter, by the time I finish spending the winnings," the crafty thief a.s.sured himself, "he will have cooled off, 1 hope." At the cost of one zee for a small mug of beer, the money would soon be gone. And since wine was even more expensive, and he fully intended to drink some now that he could afford it, his winnings would dwindle even faster. "If Chert had any sense of humor, I would have allowed him to help drink my winnings," Gord said, shaking his head as he carelessly tossed a coin in the air and quickly retrieved it. "Oh well, more for me!" Whistling a jaunty tune, the young thief strolled off to see what was going on along the Strip.
Meanwhile Chert was grinding his teeth and surveying the wreckage in the small quarters he and Gord shared. They had recently acquired an abandoned shop on a disused lane in the trade sector of the River Quarter. It had been easily converted into lodgings by expending a few silver n.o.bles for labor and materials. The shutters chosen for the front windows made the place seem deserted still, a definite necessity for someone in Gord"s and Chert"s line of work. After making a few additions to the furniture that had come with the place, the two had themselves a fine apartment. Of course, Gord talked Chert into taking the third floor while the young thief had installed his sleeping quarters on the second. The ground floor was their lounge, with the little back room serving as kitchen and dining room 200.
In one. Neither of them cooked nor ate at home often anyway.
"It"s the principle of the thing!" Chert exclaimed aloud, talking to the walls. "A friend shouldn"t use sharper"s methods to win bets from a pal!" Screw it - let Gord clean up the mess, the big hillman told himself as he stomped up the narrow steps leading to his quarters. The wooden planks groaned and creaked in complaint at his weight and the force he angrily put into each step, but Chert ignored the warnings and the worn steps somehow managed to withstand the a.s.sault. At the top of the long flight. the still-fuming barbarian slammed and locked the door that made the upper story his private domain. "At least that foxy little thief doesn"t steal directly from me," Chert said as" he went to the place where he hid his wealth. "But then again, he doesn"t exactly know where I keep it."
The incredibly strong hillman extracted a wall beam as easily as if it had been a splintered piece of wood waiting to be peeled. Behind the beam was a s.p.a.ce large enough to contain a long, narrow iron box. Therein Chert kept his ready cash and a small fortune in jewels. He peered into the container and breathed a sigh of relief.
A sprinkling of gold orbs, a handful of electrum coins called luckies, and a fair quant.i.ty of silver n.o.bles, copper commons, and other smaller coins lay scattered around a small sack of soft suede leather. Chert shook the container so that the coins made a pleasant jingling sound. Then he opened the small leather sack and took out the little silk parcels inside it. Each square piece of cloth encased a bright gem, a dozen in total.
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year of travel as well. Unlike Gord, the barbarian hill-man managed to hold onto his money carefully. He never admitted this to anyone, let alone Gord. Thank heavens the sums he had invested in various places in the city were bringing him handsome returns! At the rate the miserable thief he a.s.sociated with was skinning him of funds, he was adding barely a silver n.o.ble a day to his balance.
Chert chuckled softly as he played with the stash and it occurred to him that Gord would be buying meals for him for the next few days, since the troublesome trickster was working under the a.s.sumption that he had won the last of his friend"s meager holdings. "This is going to end up costing him much more than he stole from me!"
Chert proclaimed loudly, and then he fell back on the bed and erupted in a fit of thunderous mirth.
"Perhaps I need a little sport myself," he mused, running the coins through his huge, thick fingers. "I should only spend the extra money earned from "activities"80 with Gord. but what the devils!" With a careless motion, the hillman plucked several of the coins from his h.o.a.rd and placed them in his purse - a n.o.ble, a pair of coppers, and twice as many bronze zees. "That"s enough for a fair night on the town!" he exclaimed happily to himself. With that, Chert clumped downstairs, taking the steps three at a time. He"d head for the Toad on a Toadstool. Taverns in the University District were far more reasonable than the ones outside its confines, and their clientele included a goodly number of impressionable young females.
"Top of the evening to you. Chert. What"s your pleasure?"
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The big barbarian put a zee on the counter. "A Jack of that brown ale you serve.
Paddy," he said to the fat barkeep. "I"m in a mood to drown my troubles tonight!"
Tankard in hand. Chert went to an empty table and sat down to ponder. How was he going to get even with the rascal he lived with? Some time pa.s.sed. Another brown ale and then another went down easily. Chert was finishing off his fourth when the place began to fill up.
The crowd was a happy, amiable bunch, mostly students from nearby colleges, a few locals, and Chert. The huge hillman stood head and shoulders above everyone else in the Toad," and his thick body was broad enough for two of the smaller men to hide behind had there been a need. Naturally, such a figure attracted considerable attention - especially after things loosened up as the drinks began to flow.
"Where have you been lately. Chert?" It was a young scholar asking the question, a lad of about eighteen years who openly worshiped the barbarian. He eased his own considerable frame Into a chair at Chert"s table, setting a large pitcher of ale and his jack down as he did so. "Have one on me!"
Chert happily complied, filling his b.u.mper full to its rim and swigging down half of it immediately before replying. "IVe been busy - taking care of duties in the High Quarter, you know."
It wasn"t a lie, but from this and remarks the barbarian had made In previous conversations, the student thought Chert to be some sort of special guard and consultant to those wishing protection against danger - and loss of goods. "How did it go?" he asked admiringly.
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of my all-too-meager holdings. But what the h.e.l.ls, live and learn, right? Your good health!" With that Chert drained off the remainder of the flagon and refilled it in one continuous motion.
"Don"t tell me - you got stiffed!" the student exclaimed, noting the huge barbarian"s sour expression. "I can get a few friends together, and we"ll help you get things straight, what say?"
Budwin was well over six feet tall and weighed in excess of fifteen stone. Chert knew his college a.s.sociates were likewise large - for city-bred folk, anyway. It was a sincere offer and the lad was anxiously searching Chert"s face for a reaction, to see if he should jump up and begin gathering a gang. "Relax and drink the brew, my friend," Chert said with a negatory tone. "I need brainpower, not muscle and brawn, to set this little matter straight."
Budwin drank and scratched his head. His thinking ability in no way matched his strength of limb, but he was willing to try. Just then another student came to the table with three twittering girls in tow.
"Hey, rny men! I"d like you to meet-"
"Shut up, Lloyd!" Budwin ordered. "We"re thinking. If you bring another ewer of brown ale here and be helpful, maybe Chert and I will let you Join us." The newcomer nodded, left the girls standing in silent confusion, and went off to fetch more drink. Budwin eyed the trio, smiling lecherously at them, and said, "Sit down, cuties. Uoyd will bring us refreshment in a trice." They sat.
One of the girls, a blue-eyed blonde, was very attractive and met Chert"s gaze boldly. "Hi there, darlin*," he said to her. "My name"s Chert."
"I am Holly," she said with a smile. "Are you- "
"We have a problem to solve," Budwin interjected. "Tell them about your problem.
Chert." the young scholar said ingenuously.
204.81 The hillman frowned in irritation and resisted the urge to cuff Budwin on the ear for thoughtlessly spoiling his play. Then the barbarian shrugged his ma.s.sive shoulders, deciding to clear the matter quickly and get on with the pursuit of the tender morsel sitting across the table from him. "I have an . . . a.s.sociate . . .
who continually plots and schemes to dupe me. He throws off outrageous statements, claims so fabulous that no one in his right mind could believe them. When 1 rightly object to the out-landishness of his a.s.sertions, this sly trickster suggests a wager as to right and wrong. Invariably, by the most outrageous of twistings and machinations, this devil wins! I must devise some problem or trick that will best him. Otherwise I will never see an end to his trickery."
"Has he won great sums of money from you thus?" Holly asked with interest.
"It isn"t the amount of money lost," Chert lied, "but the very principle of the skulduggery involved which galls me so. I won"t rest until I turn the tables on the little devil and stop the bull he throws at me!"
Lloyd arrived with the fresh supply of ale, and for a time they drank and bandied ideas about. There wasn"t one really good one brought forth in all that time. Chert decided to make a serious attempt to separate himself and Holly from the crowd. Then Budwin slapped the big barbarian on the back and nearly shouted.
"Say. look! See that tall, kind of paunchy fellow who just came in?"
Chert, who was attempting to empty his ewer of its contents, nearly choked on the stuff when his young friend hit him. The barbarian again stifled a desire to throttle the b.u.mptious chap. "Yeah, I see him! What of it?" Chert asked angrily, wiping some 205.
of the spilled drink off his face.
"That"s Twistbuck, a Don of Counts College. Everyone says he"s the cleverest man around. I"ll wager he could solve your problem!"
Chert was about to dismiss the suggestion in the rudest of terms when Holly jumped up. "You"re in luck. He likes me!" she exclaimed happily. "He"s always flirting and trying to get me to . . ." Her voice trailed off but a wave of crimson spread quickly across her face, telling all. "I"ll get him over here."
Before Chert could object, she was heading toward the professor. The scholar seemed more than happy to see her and, after some reciprocal eyeplay, the couple began looking in the barbarian"s direction. Holly seemed to be doing all of the talking and, finally, the man issued a hearty laugh that could be heard across the room.
Then she had him by the arm. and the don was dragged over to the group.
After introductions and a brief statement from Chert regarding the problem, Twistbuck gave Holly a pinch on her round bottom and smiled at the un-amused hillman. "Must you actually win the wager from this antagonist?" he asked. "Or will a loss to me, for instance, serve your needs?"
This sounded too good to be true. The brawny barbarian could easily ignore the affront of the scholarly fellow molesting the girl he had his eye on in exchange for the promise of beating Gord at his own game! "Your emptying the purse of the cheating jackanapes would serve splendidly!" Chert said with eager enthusiasm. "But it must be a hefty and thorough trouncing!"
"Yes." the college don said contemplatively. "I think I can just about guarantee that. Are you willing to put up a fair sum to back me on this? The stipend paid to even a headmaster is Insufficient for this undertaking, if I read you right, barbarian."
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Chert looked skeptically at Twistbuck. "How much should I be prepared to furnish?"
the hillman asked unenthusiastically.
Twistbuck eyed Chert In return. "A pittance for one of your obvious means," he said after his a.s.sessment. Sliding an arm familiarly around Holly"s waist, the don added.
"Let"s say a thousand zees at worst, but it is far more likely that I"ll win that and more from the knave!"
"Do we share winnings?"
"Certainly not!" Twistbuck said indignantly. "It will be through my wit, and the clever game I have devised, that I will bring a return of your honor. Surety, should not my efforts then bear a return of monetary sort? Or is your honor not worth so82 slight a risk as a mere gold orb?"
"You have a deal." Chert said, trying to keep the sourness he felt from creeping into his voice. An orb was far more than he cared to hazard, but all this talk of honor made it impossible for him to back out now. "Give the details to me now.
Master Twistbuck, whilst Lloyd fetches us more ale - take care of it, Budwin," he added, seeing Uoyd search-Ing his flat purse for odd change. As soon as Lloyd got up to do his duty, the hulking barbarian moved to his spot, thus placing himself between Holly and the college don. Then, leaning in front of her in a feigned effort to grasp every detail of Twistbuck"s plan. Chert began to make his own moves upon the sandwiched Holly. The rest of the evening was sheer joy.
"You"re remarkably cheerful and forgiving this morning," Gord noted as his companion slapped bread and cheese on the table across from him.
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Tossing a sliver of cold chicken beside the young thiefs other viands, and helping himself to the remaining half, Chert sat down with a grunt and tore into the breakfast, humming with his mouth full. After demolishing several additional slices of bread and all of the cheese as well, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hairy arm, belched, and washed the food down with a final gulp of pungent goat"s milk.
"Why not old chum? It"s a fine, bright morning!"
"But last evening you were ready to kill, me, I"ll swear to itl You never forgive and forget so easily. Why. last time I took you in a stupid bet you didn"t even speak to me for a week, and this morn you"re happy and even feed me breakfast. What gives?"
"Well, I"ll admit I was slightly peeved. But that was yesterday. What matter you managed to dupe me for a few coppers? Ire Is a thing of the past when one has a means of regaining one"s losses."
Cord couldn"t believe his ears. "What? You want to take me on again? IVe already won the piddling amount of money you had to lose. What do you propose to wager this time?"
"Well, dear friend. It just so happens I have been saving for a rainy day for some time now. But I won"t be giving you a chance to rob me. No sirree! I have a sure thing In mind that is going to make me a rich man!"
The combination of learning about his friend"s hidden resources and his plans to build on them was too much for the greedy thief. Gord began demanding the full story, in detail, while Chert coyly avoided telling much. After a fair time, however, he fulty consented. "I am loath to give you such a mark, Gord, for I intended to take the fellow by myself. You are my friend, though, and this Idiot has enough to make us both rich ten times over, so I guess I 208.
should let you have a crack at him, as long as we split the winnings and you put up the capital"
Gord bridled at the last stipulation. "Why not split the capital as well?" he asked suspiciously.
"Because you won my share from me last night and I"m doing you a favor as it is - one you hardly deserve, I might add," Chert said, putting heavy emphasis on the last part of the statement Then he added. In a somewhat gentler tone. This will work out for both of us. We"ll both get a large sum and I won"t have to touch my savings while I earn It." The barbarian"s tone convinced the usually cautious thief that his friend was sincere.
"Then tell me, and be done with this ambiguity!" "It"s a game of this college don"s own making, and one I think you could most definitely best him at" Chert replied, a little too eagerly.
Gord began to sniff the odor of a setup. "And what made you think you could get the best of this college professor?" he asked, one eyebrow raised in telltale uncertainty. "Or were you planning on draw-Ing me into this all along?"
The usually slow-thinking Chert had been prepared for this question, and he answered posthaste. "AU right so I set you up. But what of it? At least you come out better when I trick you than I do when you pull the same stunt! If you pull this off, which I think you can, then we both win. So what can be wrong with that?"
Chert"s response was so vehement that Gord felt a little sorry for him. "Why didn"t83 you Just ask me to help you out on this, instead of trying to dupe me?" Gord asked gently.
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i of my intellectual caliber." Cord Issued the insult In a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Well, it was worth a tiy," Chert said humbly. And still is, he thought, smiling inwardly. "So, will you do it?"
"How can I resist?" Cord eagerly agreed. "It will be be fun taking money from someone other than you, for a change," and with that he planted a hearty slap on the hillman"s broad back. Chert had all he could do to keep from pounding his egotistical friend into the floorboards.
"So tell me, when do I get to meet this soon-to-be-broke professor?"
"Tonight you"ll accompany me to the Toad, and there you can get the details directly from the man himself. Then it will be up to you to set the time and the stakes - should you opt to game. Oh. and one more thing." Chert added in as oflhand a tone as he could muster, "we split the winnings evenly. But should you lose, you"re on your own, pal."
"Agreed. I have no fear, for I know not "the meaning of the word "lose"!" the overconfident thief boasted.
Chert simply nodded his agreement. If things worked out to his satisfaction. Cord would soon become well acquainted with the meaning of that particular word, as well as a few others. The barbarian fairly shook with repressed laughter.
"I hadn"t recalled the Toad on a Toadstool being this far." Cord said as the two made their way to the tavern.
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winning, was an apparent sauce to his appet.i.te for chicanery and wagering. "Hmm. I thought you said you had gone to the University and lived around here," Chert said in a perplexed tone. *Yes. there! Isnt that the sign?" In a minute they were seated comfortably at a table in the establishment. Chert, much to Cord"s delight and amazement, volunteered to buy the first round. He purchased good wine for the young thief, and heavy, black-colored milk stout for himself. "Drink up. Cord, for the fellow will be here soon. To your health and our imminent wealth!"
Cord drank to that, of course, and bought the next round. Those drinks, too. were history a few minutes later, and Cord was soon starting to fidget. "Where is this Twistbuck? Are you sure he"ll be here?"
"Relax. This round is on me, old chum. I"m not willing to stake my life on it, but he said he would be likely to stop in here when we parted company yesterday. Let"s kick back and enjoy the evening!"
After a couple of hours, Gord began to suspect that he was being had. But the fact that Chert was buying the majority of the drinks was at least a saving grace, so the young thief decided to take it as it came, enjoy the moment, and see what happened.
Let Chert have his fun, Gord thought to himself. He probably thinks he"s getting me back for last night.
Then, when it was close to eleven o"clock, the hillman reached over and nudged Gord.
There, you see? The man who Just came in is Twistbuck. But now I"m wondering, Gord.
Maybe it"s unfair to get him in a game against you. . . ."
"Oh, no, you don"t! You"re not getting me to back out of this now!" the nearly salivating rogue cried. "This is too good an opportunity to pa.s.s up."
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do feel bad about this. Cord. We aren"t In the habit of stealing from honorable men."84 "If he desires it of us. what can we do?" Gord asked with mock sincerity. "C"mon, Chert If bringing me here and getting me all excited about the prospect of adding to my holdings and then letting me down Is your idea of a joke, then the Joke"s on you!
I Insist on being Introduced to this gamester, or I"ll make my own introductions!"
The tone In the young thief s voice left no room for doubt "Very well. You are forcing me into this, Gord. I can see that you have no intention of sparing the fellow, so I"ll go fetch him. You get another round - he usually drinks a decoction of lingonbeny spirits and barkwater, by the way." With that Chert stood up and went over to where Twistbuck was involved in conversation with several other scholars.