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For the second time in my life I was alone in the Bazaar at Deva。
Chapter Thirteen
〃Hold the pickles； hold the lettuce。〃
…HENRY VIII
Fascinating as the Bazaar is； facing it alone can be rather frightening。
Being particularly susceptible to fear； I decided to follow Tanda's advice and entered the inn。
First； however； I took the precaution of tethering Gleep to the inn's hitching post and unpacking the sword。 We had one decent sword。 Unfortunately； Aahz was currently wearing it。 That left me with Garkin's old sword； a weapon which has been sneered at by demon and demon…hunter alike。 Still； its weight was reassuring on my hip； though it might have been more reassuring if I had known anything about how to handle it。 Unfortunately； my lessons with Aahz to date had not included swordsmanship。 I could only hope it would not be apparent to the casual observer that this was my first time to wear a sword。
Pausing in the door； I surveyed the inn's interior。 Unaccustomed as I was to gracious dining； I realized in a flash that this wasn't it。
One of the few pieces of advice my farmer father had given me before I ran away from home was not to trust any inn or restaurant that appeared overly clean。 He maintained the cleaner a place was； the more dubious the quality and origin of their food would be。 If he were even vaguely right； this inn must be the bottom of the barrel。 It was not only clean； it gleamed。
I do not mean that figuratively。 Harsh overhead lights glinted off a haphazard arrangement of tiny tables and unfortable…looking chairs constructed of shiny metal and a hard white substance I didn't recognize。 At the far end of the inn was a counter behind which stood a large stone gargoyle； the only decorative feature in the place。 Behind the gargoyle was a door； presumably leading into the kitchen。 There was a small window in the door through which I caught glimpses of the food being prepared。 Preparation consisted of passing patties of meat over a stove； cramming them into a split roll； slopping a variety of colored pastes on top of the meat； and wrapping the whole mess in a piece of paper。
Watching this process confirmed my earlier fears。 I do all the cooking for Aahz and myself； as I did before that for Garkin and myself； and before that just for myself。 While I have no delusions as to the high quality of my cooking； I do know that what they were doing to that meat could only yield a meal the consistency and flavor of charred glove leather。
Despite the obvious low quality of the food； the inn seemed nearly full of customers。 I noticed this out of the corner of my eye。 I also noticed that a high percentage of them were staring at me。 It occurred to me that this was probably because I had been standing in the door for some time without entering while working up my courage to go in。
Feeling slightly embarrassed； I stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind me。 With fiendish accuracy； the door closed on my sword； pinning it momentarily and forcing me to break stride clumsily as I started forward。 So much for my image as a swordsman。
Humiliated； I avoided looking at the other customers and made… my way hurriedly to the inn's counter。 I wasn't sure what I was going to do once I got there； since I didn't trust the food； but hopefully people would stop staring at me if I went through the motions of ordering。
Still trying to avoid eye contact with anyone； I made a big show of studying the gargoyle。 There was a grinding noise； and the statue turned its head to return my stare。 If wasn't a statue！ They really had a gargoyle tending the counter！
The gargoyle seemed to be made of coarse gray stone； and when he flexed his wings； small pieces of crushed rock and dust showered silently to the floor。 His hands were taloned； and there were curved spikes growing out of his elbows。 The only redeeming feature I could see was his smile； which in itself was a bit unnerving。 Dominating his wrinkled face； the smile seemed permanently etched in place； stretching well past his ears and displaying a set of pointed teeth even longer than Aahz's。
〃Take your order？〃 the gargoyle asked politely； the smile never twitching。
〃Um 。 。 。〃 I said taking a step back。 〃I'll have to think about it。 There's so much to choose from〃
In actuality I couldn't read the menu 。 。 。 if that's what it was。 There was something etched in the wall behind the gargoyle in a language I couldn't decipher。 I assume it was a menu because the prices weren't etched in the wall； but written in chalk over many erasures。
The gargoyle shrugged。
〃Suit yourself；〃 he said indifferently。 〃When you make up your mind； just holler。 The name's Gus。〃
〃I'll do that 。 。 。 Gus；〃 I smiled； backing slowly toward the door。
Though it was my intent to exit quietly and wait outside with Gleep； things didn't work out that way。 Before I had taken four steps； a hand fell on my shoulder。
〃Skeeve； isn't it？〃 a voice proclaimed。
I spun around； or started to。 I was brought up short when my sword banged into a table leg。 My head kept moving； however； and I found myself face to face with an Imp。
〃Brockhurst！〃 I exclaimed； recognizing him immediately。
〃I thought I recognized you when you 。 。 。 hey！〃 The Imp took a step backward and raised his hands defensively。 〃Take it easy！ I'm not looking for any trouble。〃
My hand had gone to my sword hilt in an involuntary effort to free it from the table leg。 Apparently Brockhurst had interpreted the gesture as an effort to draw my weapon。
That was fine by me。 Brockhurst had been one of Isstvan's lieutenants； and we hadn't parted on the best of terms。 Having him a little afraid of my 〃ready sword〃 was probably a good thing。
〃I don't hold any grudges；〃 Brockhurst continued insistently。 〃That was just a job！ Right now I'm between jobs 。 。 。 permanently！〃
That last was added with a note of bitterness which piqued my curiosity。
〃Things haven't been going well？〃 I asked cautiously。
The Imp grimaced。
〃That's an understatement。 e on； sit down。 I'll buy you a milkshake and tell you all about it。〃
I wasn't certain what a milkshake was； but I was sure I didn't want one if they were sold here。
〃Um 。 。 。 thanks anyway； Brockhurst；〃 I said； forcing a smile； 〃but I think I'll pass。〃
The Imp arched an eyebrow at me。
〃Still a little suspicious； eh？〃 he murmured。 〃Well； can't say as I blame you。 Tell you what we'll do。〃
Before I could stop him； he strolled to the counter。
〃Hey； Gus！〃 he called。 〃Mind if I take an extra cup？〃
〃Actually 。 。 。〃 the gargoyle began。
〃Thanks！〃
Brockhurst was already on his way back； bearing his prize with him； some kind of a thin…sided； flimsy cannister。 Plopping down at a nearby table； he beckoned to me； indicating the seat opposite him with a wave of his hand。
There was no gracious course for me to follow other than to join him； though it would later occur to me I had no real obligation to be gracious。 Moving carefully to avoid knocking anything over with my sword； I maneuvered my way to the indicated seat。
Apparently； Brockhurst had been sitting here before； as there was already a cannister on the table identical to the one he had fet