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"I'll admit I'm a bit surprised," Vie continued. "I would have thought that someone with your experience would have been able to side-step some of these tangles ... and definitely spotted a gold-digger like Lua
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to level with him.
"To be honest with you, Vie, I haven't had all that much experience with women."
"Really?" The vampire was gratifyingly surprised.
"Let's just say that while Aahz and the others have been fairly diligent about teaching me the ins and outs of business and magik, there have been certain areas of my education that have been woefully and a
"Now that I might be able to help you with."
"Excuse me?"
I had been momentarily lost in my own thoughts, and had somehow missed a turn in the conversation.
"It's easy," Vie said with a shrug. "You're having trouble making up your mind whether or not you should get married at all ... much less to Queen Hemlock. Right?"
"Well ..."
"Right?" he pressed.
"Right."
"To me, the problem is that you don't have enough information to make an educated decision."
"You can say that again," I said heavily, gulping at my wine. "What's more, between the workload here and Queen Hemlock's timetable, I don't figure I'm going to get any, either."
"That's where I think I can help you," my guest smiled, leaning back in his chair again.
"Excuse me?" I said, fighting off the feeling that our conversation was caught in an unending loop.
"What would you say to a blind date?"
That one caught me totally off guard.
"Well ... the same thing I'd say to a date that could see, I imagine," I managed at last. "The trouble is, I haven't had any experience with either ..."
"No, no," the vampire interrupted. "I mean, How would you like me to fix you up with a date? Someone you've never seen before?"
"That would have to be the case," I nodded. "I don't recall ever having met a blind person ... male or female. Not that I've consciously avoided them, mind you ..."
"Hold it! Stop!" Vie said, holding up one hand while pressing the other to his forehead.
It occurred to me that, in that pose, he looked more than a little like Aahz.
"Let's try this again ... from the top. We were talking about your needing more experience with women. What I'm suggesting is that I line you up with a date ... someone I know ... so you can get that experience. Got it?"
"Got it," I nodded. "You know someone who's
blind. Tell me, should I act any different around her?"
"No. ... I mean, yes! NO!"
Vie seemed to be getting very worked up over the subject, and more than a little confused ... which made two of us.
"Look, Skeeve," he said finally, through clenched teeth. "The girl I'm thinking about is not blind. She's perfectly normal. Okay?"
"Okay," I said, hesitantly, looking for the hook. "A perfectly normal, average girl."
"Well ... not all that normal, or average,", the vampire smiled, relaxing a bit. "She's a lot of fun ... if you get what I mean. And she's a real looker ... knock your eyes out beautiful."
"You mean I'll go blind?"
Out of my merciful nature and in the interest of brevity (too late), I'll spare you the blow by blow account of the rest of the conversation. Let it suffice to say that, by the time Vie departed, it had been established that he would arrange for me to step out with a lovely lady of his acquaintance ... one who was in full command of her senses ... sort of (that part still confused me a little) ... and who would not adversely affect my health or senses, but would, if Vie were to be believed, advance my education regarding the opposite sex to dizzying heights.
It sounded good to me. Like any healthy young man, I had a normal interest in women ... which is to say I didn't think of them more than three or four times a day. My lack of first hand experience I attributed to a dearth of opportunity, which apparently was about to be remedied. To say I was looking forward to my date would be an understatement ... a VAST understatement.
However the events of the day weren't over yet.
There was a knock at the door, but this time I wasn't going to get caught making any assumptions.
"Who is it?" I called.
"General Badaxe," came the muffled response. "I was wondering if you could spare me a moment?"
I was more than a little surprised. The General and I had never been on particularly good terms, and it was rare if ever that he called on me in my personal quarters. Casting about for an explanation, it occurred to me that he was probably more than a little upset at the cutbacks I had made in the army and military budget. In the same thought, it occurred to me that he might be out to murder me in my own room ... or, at least, mess me up a little. As fast as the idea surfaced, however, I discarded it. Whatever else the General was, he was as straightforward and non-scheming as anyone I had ever met. If he meant to do me harm, it would doubtless be on the spur of the moment when we encountered each other in the halls or courtyard of the castle ... not by stealth in my room. In short, I felt I could rule out premeditated mayhem. If he were going to kill me, it would be spontaneous ... a thought that didn't settle my mind as much as I hoped it would.
"Come in," I called ... and he did.
It was, indeed, the General of Possiltum's army, and without his namesake massive axe, for a change. Not that it's absence made him noticeably less dangerous, mind you, as Badaxe was easily the largest man I had ever met. Upon viewing him, however, I was a bit embarrassed by my original worries. Rather than the stern, angry countenance I was accustomed to, he seemed very ill at ease and uncomfortable.
"Sorry to interrupt your work, Lord Magician," he said, nervously looking about the room, "but I find it necessary to speak to you on ... a personal matter."
"Certainly, General," I said, trying to put him at his ease. Strangely, I found that his obvious discomfort was making me uneasy. "Have a seat."
"Thank you, I'd rather stand."
So much for putting him at ease.
"As you wish," I nodded. "What is it you wanted to see me about?"
I realized with some chagrin that I was falling into a formal speech pattern, but found that I couldn't help it. Badaxe seemed bound and determined to be somber, and I felt obligated to respond in kind.
"Well ... I'd like to speak to you about your apprentice."
"Aahz?" I said. As far as the kingdom was concerned, Aahz was my loyal student.
"What's he done now?"
"No ... not Aahz." the General clarified hastily. "I was referring to Massha."
"Massha?" I blinked. This was truly a surprise. As far as I knew, Massha and the General had always gotten along fine. "Very well. What's the problem?
"Oh, don't misunderstand me, Lord Magician.
There's no problem. Quite the contrary. I wanted to speak to you taking her hand in marriage."
On a day of surprises, this a
"Why?" I sputtered, unable to think of anything else to say.
The General's brow darkened noticeably.
"If you're referring to her less than slender appearance, or perhaps the difference in our age ..."he began in a deep growl.
"No, you misunderstand me," I said hastily, cutting him off ... though once he mentioned them, both points were worth reflecting on. "I meant, why should you want to speak to me about such a matter?"
"Oh. That."
For the moment, at least, Badaxe seemed mollified. I mentally made a note to table any discussion of the two points he had raised until another time.
"It's really rather simple, Lord Magician," the General was continuing. "Though I suppose it's rather old fashioned of me, I felt I should follow proprieties and establish my good intentions by stating them in advance. Normally I'd speak to her father, but, in this case, you seem to be the closest thing to a father she has."