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MYTH-ING PERSONS
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"Reputations are fine up to a point. After
that they become a pain!"
—D.JUAN
THERE is something sinfully satisfying about doing
something you know you aren't supposed to. This was
roughly my frame of mind as I approached a specific
nondescript tent at the Bazaar at Deva with my break-
fast under my arm ... guilty, but smug.
"Excuse me, young sahr!"
I turned to find an elderly Deveel waving desperately
at me as he hurried forward. Normally I would have
avoided the encounter, as Deveels are always selling
something and at the moment I wasn't buying, but since
I wasn't in a hurry I decided to hear what he had to say.
"I'm glad I caught you in time," he said, struggling
to catch his breath. "While I don't usually meddle, you
really don't want to go in there!"
"Why not? I was just...."
"Do you know who lives there?"
"Well, actually I thought...."
"That is the dwelling of the Great Skeeve!"
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Something about this busybody irritated me. Maybe
it was the way he never let me finish a sentence. Any-
way, I decided to string him along for a while."
"The Great Skeeve?"
"You never heard of him?" The Deveel seemed gen-
uinely shocked. "He's probably the most powerful
magician at the Bazaar."
My opinion of the busybody soared to new heights,
but the game was too much fun to abandon.
"I've never had too much faith in magicians," I said
with studied casualness. "I've found for the most part
their powers are overrated."
The oldster rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"That may be true in most cases, but not when it
comes to the Great Skeeve! Did you know he consorts
with Demons and has a dragon for a familiar?"
I favored him with a worldly smile.
"So what? Deva is a crossroads of the dimensions.
Dimension travelers, or Demons as you call them, are
the norm around here. As a Deveel, your main liveli-
hood comes from dealing with Demons. As for the
dragon, there's a booth not eight rows from here that
sells dragons to anyone with the price.''
"No, no! You don't understand! Of course we all
deal with Demons when it comes to business. The dif-
ference is that this Skeeve is actually friends with them
... invites them into his home and lives with them. One
of his permanent house guests is a Pervert, and I don't
know of a single Deveel who would stoop that low.
What's more, I've heard it said that he has underworld
connections."
The game was growing tiresome. Any points the
Deveel had made with his tribute to the Great Skeeve
had been lost with interest when he started commenting
on Demons.
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"Well, thank you for your concern," I said, holding
out my hand for a handshake. "I promise you I'll re-
member everything you've said. What was your name
again?"
The Deveel grabbed my hand and began pumping it
vigorously.
"I am Aliman, and glad to be of assistance," he said
with an ingratiating smile. "If you really want to show
your gratitude, remember my name. Should you ever be
in need of a reputable magician, I have a nephew who's
just getting started in the business. I'm sure we could ar-
range some discount prices for you. Tell me, what is
your name so I can tell him who to watch for?"
I tightened my grip slightly and gave him my widest
smile. "Well, my friends call me Skeeve."
"I'll be sure to tell... SKEEVE?"
The Deveel's eyes widened, and his complexion faded
from red to a delicate pink.
"That's right," I said, retaining my grip on his hand.
"Oh, and for your information Demons from Perv are
called Pervects, not Perverts... and he's not my house
guest, he's my partner."
The Deveel was struggling desperately now, trying to
free his hand.
"Now then, how many customers have you scared
away from my business with your tales about what a
fearsome person I am? "
The Deveel tore loose from my grip and vanished into
the crowds, sounding an incoherent scream of terror as
he went. In short, Aliman left. Right?
I watched him go with a certain amount of mischie-
vous satisfaction. I wasn't really angry, mind you. We
literally had more money than we could use right now,
so I didn't begrudge him the customers. Still, I had
