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utside　their　own　walls。
A　house　was　growing　larger　and　larger　beneath　Pharaun's　boots。　He　made　himself　lighter　than　air　but　still　slammed　down　hard。　The　impact　knocked　the　wind　and　the　sense　out　of　him；　and　when　his　wits　returned；　he　was　bouncing　upward　again。
Restoring　a　portion　of　his　weight；　he　achieved　a　more　graceful　landing；　flattened　himself　against　the　roof；　and　peered　about。　The　goblins　weren't　running　amok　in　his　immediate　vicinity—not　yet—so　he　jumped　down　onto　the　street。　Glad　the　Bazaar　was　just　three　blocks　away；　he　dashed　in　that　direction。
He'd　almost　reached　his　destination　when　a　motley　assortment　of　scaly　little　kobolds；　pigfaced　ores；　and　shaggy；　hulking　bugbears　surged　from　an　alley。　So　far；　the　revolt　was　going　well　for　them。　They'd　manage　to　lay　their　hands　on　spears；　swords；　and　axes；　and　bloody　them；　too。
Pharaun　ran　even　faster。　A　javelin　flew　past　him；　but　the　thralls　didn't　chase　him。　Evidently　they　were　more　interested　in　other　prey。
When　the　wizard　reached　the　marketplace；　he　cursed；　for　the　riot　had　arrived　there　ahead　of　him。　Undercreatures　were　looting　and　burning　the　stalls；　creating　patches　of　dazzling　glare。　Some　of　the　merchants　had　fled。　Others　attempted　to　defend　their　wares；　unsuccessfully　if　they　relied　on　goblin　underlings　for　assistance。
Pharaun　skirted　the　edge　of　the　Bazaar；　witnessing　scenes　of　carnage　as　he　skulked　along。　Laughing；　a　goblin　flogged　his　master's　corpse　with　a　scourge。　A　bugbear　used　her　manacles　to　strangle　a　merchant。　Trapped　in　a　blazing　stone　pen；　riding　lizards　hissed　and　scuttled　back　and　forth　in　fear。
The　first　stall　Pharaun　had　hoped　to　find　intact　was　burning　merrily；　and　the　second　was　crawling　with　gnolls；　growling；　whining；　and　barking　as　they　pawed　through　the　vendor's　goods。　The　Master　of　Sorcere　knew　of　only　one　more　possibility　on　the　perimeter　of　the　Bazaar。　Should　that　one　be　lost　to　him　as　well；　he　would　either　have　to　venture　deeper　into　the　burning；　oreinfested　maze　of　stalls　or　conceive　another　plan。
Warty；　bearded　ogres　overturned　a　twelvewheeled　wagon；　dumping　out　the　dark　elves　who'd　been　making　a　stand　inside。　A　walking　mushroom；　taller　than　any　of　the　brutes；　and；　with　its　slender；　fluted　stem；　far　more　graceful；　swung　wide　to　avoid　the　little　massacre。
Pharaun　slipped　around　the　slaughter　as　well。　A　few　more　strides　brought　him　to　a　scene　that；　after　the　carnage　he'd　just　witnessed；　seemed　almost　unreal。　The　westernmost　portion　of　the　marketplace　was　quiet。　Some　of　the　merchants　had　armed　themselves　and　taken　up　positions　outside　their　tents　and　kiosks；　but　they　seemed　calm　and　unafraid。
Over　the　course　of　an　adventurous　life；　Pharaun　had　witnessed　the　same　phenomenon　before。　Under　the　proper　circumstances；　it　was　possible　for　folk　to　remain　essentially　oblivious　to　a　pitched　battle　raging　just　a　few　yards　away。
The　wizard　ran　on。　Ahead；　a　luminous　green　circle　scribed　on　the　ground　surrounded　a　modious　stall　built　of　hardened　fungus。　A　heavyset　male　stood　in　the　doorway　with　an　arbalest　in　his　hand　and　a　toad；　his　familiar；　squatting　on　his　shoulder。　He　wore　a　nightshirt；　and　his　feet　were　bare。　The　merchant　scowled　when　he　spotted　Pharaun。
〃Stay　back；〃　he　said；　his　throaty　voice　even　deeper　than　Ryld's。
Pharaun　halted；　took　a　breath；　and　wound　up　coughing；　thanks　to　the　smoke　fouling　the　air。
〃My　dear　master　Blundyth；　is　that　any　way　to　greet　a　faithful　customer？〃
〃It's　the　way　to　greet　the　madman　who　attacked　a　patrol　only　yesterday。〃
That　was　right；　Pharaun　thought；　it　had　been　only　yesterday。　So　much　had　happened　since；　it　felt　like　a　year。
〃My　past　indiscretions　no　longer　matter；〃　the　Mizzrym　said。　〃Do　you　have　any　notion　what's　going　on？〃
〃You　mean　the　smoke　and　motion　over　yonder？〃　Blundyth　nodded　to　the　east。　〃I　guess　a　merchant's　eliminating　the　petition。　It's　nothing　to　do　with　me；　though　I'm　ready　if　trouble　spills　this　way。〃
〃Would　that　were　true；〃　said　Pharaun。　〃Alas；　none　of　us　is　truly　ready　for　tonight。　Have　you　glanced　up　over　the　roof　of　your　shop？〃
He　pointed　to　the　orange　light　presently　flickering　in　the　east。
〃The　nobles　are　up　to　something；〃　Blundyth　said。　〃Maybe　some　of　the　Houses　have　joined　forces　to　wipe　out　a　mon　rival。　Again；　it's　nothing　to　do　with　me。〃
〃You're　mistaken。　All　across　the　city；　the　undercreatures　are　rebelling。〃
Blundyth　snorted；　〃You　are　mad。〃
〃Don't　you　or　your　neighbors　own　thralls？〃
〃Of　course。　They're　off　somewhere。〃
〃Indeed。　Off　preparing　to　cut　your　throats。〃
〃Just　go　away；　Master　Mizzrym。〃　Blundyth　shifted　his　grip　on　the　staff　and　added；　〃We　always　got　along。　Don't　make　me　hurt　you。〃
〃The　ores　pose　a　considerable　threat。　I　know　how　to　oppose　it；　but　I　need　your　help。　I　still　have　credit　here；　don't　I？〃
〃I　don't　sell　to　outlaws。　I　don't　want　any　trouble　with　the　priestesses。〃
Pharaun　looked　into　the　merchant's　eyes　and　saw　that　he'd　never　convince　him。
〃Too　bad。　You'll　regret　this　decision。　In　just　a　few　minutes；　most　likely；　but　by　then　it　will　be　too　late。〃
The　master　turned　and　strode　away；　but　once　he　was　out　of　Blundyth's　sight；　he　circled　back　around。　Creeping　through　the　cramped　spaces　between　the　booths；　he　approached　the　burly　draw's　stall　from　the　side。　As　he　skulked　along；　he　listened　to　hear　if　the　undercreatures　were　ing　closer；　but　he　couldn't　tell。　He　suspected　that　one　of　the　cursed　sound　baffles　was　muffling　the　noise。
At　any　rate；　he　reached　the　dimpled　fungal　structure　without　any　ores　attacking　him。　He　swept　his　hands　through　a　mystic　pass　and　whispered　an　incantation。　The　protective　circle　ot　light　winked　out　of　existence。
Pharaun　ran　to　the　stall；　floated　upward；　and　swung　himself　onto　the　roof。　The　petrified　fungus　supported　him　like　stone。　Blundyth　cursed　and　came　stalking　around　the　side　of　the　stand；　his　crossbow　at　the　ready。　Pharaun　thought　he'd　better　make　sure　the　merchant　didn't　get　a　chance　to　use　it。
The　wizard　jumped　off　the　roof　onto　Blundyth's　back。　He　knew　he　hadn't　executed　the　move　as　nimbly　as　poor　Ryld　would　have；　but　it　worked。　It　slammed　the　merchant　to　his　knees。　The　toad　hopped　away。
Clinging　to　his　victim；　the　master　drove　his　dirk　repeatedly　into　the　big　male's　side。　Sometimes　the　blade　plunged　deep；　and　sometimes　it　caught　on　a　rib。　Blundyth　flailed　and　bucked　for　a　while；　couldn't　break　free；　then　tried　to　aim　the　arbalest　back　over　his　shoulder。　Pharaun　ducked　away　from　it。　Finally　the　merchant　fell　sideways；　pinning　his　attacker's　knife　and　hand　beneath　him。　Pharaun　dragged　his　hand　free；　but　didn't　bother　with　the　dirk。　He　was　about　to　procure　a　set　of　vastly　superior　weapons。　He　wiped　his　bloody　fingers　on　Blundyth's　clothing；　then　rose　and　headed　for　the　entrance　to　the　stall。
Blundyth's　neighbors　watched　him；　but　didn't　interfere。　As　the　dead　male　might　have　observed；　his　murder　was　nothing　to　do　with　them。
The　wizard's　supply　shop　was　as　wellstocked　as　usual。　Jars；　bottles；　and　boxes　stood　on　limestone　shelves；　and　a　greenish　mirror　glowed　on　a　wooden　stand　in　the　corner。　The　air　smelled　of　spices；　herbs；　bitter　incense；　and　decay。
Blundyth's　piwafwi　lay　carelessly　draped　across　a　chest；　and　it　was　the　first　item　Pharaun　appropriated。　The　cloak　fit　him　like　a　tent；　but　it　had　the　customary　row　upon　row　of　hidden　pockets。　Next　he　examined　the　vials　and　drawers；　finding　the　magical　ponents　that　corresponded　to　the　spells　he　had　prepared。　With　every　one　he　filched；　he　felt　a　little　better；　almost　like　a　cripple　regaining　the　use　of　his　legs。
As　he　worked　his　way　across　the　room；　he　spotted　a　pair　of　boots　sitting　atop　a　little　cupboard。　They　were　plainly　special　in　some　way；　for　the　maker　had　tooled　runes　into　the　leather。　Without　his　silver　ring；　Pharaun　lacked　the　ability　to　instantly　discern　what　virtues　they　possessed；　but　playing　a　hunch；　he　decided　to　take　the　time　to　try　them　on。
The　boots　squirmed；　molding　themselves　to　his　feet；　then　quivered　against　his　flesh　like　an　animal　eager　to　run。　He　took　an　experimental　step；　and　the　magical　footwear　kicked　off　on　its　own；　augmenting　the　strength　of　his　legs　and　propelling　him　all　the　way　across　the　shop　in　a　single　bound。
Not　bad；　he　thought。　Not　as　good　as　a　flying　carpet；　but　helpful　nonetheless。
He　took　a　few　more　strides；　getting　the　feel　of