Varmous showed a streak of mulish obstinacy. “In the first place, I cannot spare a cook and a steward for the delectation of six passengers and yourself. I counted upon you to fulfill this duty.”
“What!” cried Cugel. “Review, if you will, the terms of our compact! I am captain, and no more!”
Varmous heaved a sigh. “Further, I have already sold four other ‘premiers’ — aha! Here they are now! Doctor Lalanke and his party.”
Turning about, Cugel observed a tall gentleman, somewhat sallow and saturnine of countenance, with dense black hair, quizzically arched black eyebrows and a pointed black beard.
Varmous performed the introductions. “Cugel, here is Doctor Lalanke, a savant of remark and renown.”
“Tush,” said Lalanke. “You are positively effusive!”
Behind, walking in a row with long slow steps and arms hanging straight down to narrow hips, like mechanical dolls, or persons sleep-walking, came three maidens even paler than Doctor Lalanke, with short hair loose and intensely black.
Cugel looked from one to the other; they were much alike, if not identical, with the same large gray eyes, high cheekbones and flat cheeks slanting down to small pointed chins. White trousers fitted snugly to their legs and hips, which were only just perceptibly feminine; soft pale green jackets were belted to their waists. They halted behind Doctor Lalanke and stood looking toward the river, neither speaking nor displaying interest in the folk around them.
Fascinating creatures, thought Cugel.
Doctor Lalanke spoke to Varmous. “These are the component members of my little tableaux: mimes, if you will. They are Sush, Skasja and Rlys, though which name applies to which I do not know and they do not seem to care. I look upon them as my wards. They are shy and sensitive, and will be happy in the privacy of the large cabin you have mentioned.”
Cugel instantly stepped forward. “One moment! The after cabin aboard the Avventura is occupied by the captain, which is to say myself. There is accommodation for six in the ‘premier’ category. Ten persons are present. Varmous, you must repair your mistake and at once!”
Varmous rubbed his chin and looked up into the sky. “The day is well underway and we must arrive at Fierkle’s Fountain before dark. I suppose we had better inspect the ‘premier’ categories and see what can be done.”
The group walked to the grove of cypress trees which concealed the Avventura. Along the way, Varmous spoke persuasively to Cugel: “In a business such as ours, one must occasionally make a small sacrifice for the general advantage. Hence —”
Cugel spoke with emphasis: “No more wheedling! I am adamant!”
Varmous shook his head sadly. “Cugel, I am disappointed in you. Do not forget that I helped acquire the vessel, at some risk to my reputation!”
“My planning and my magic were decisive! You only pulled on a rope. Remember also that at Kaspara Vitatus we part company. You will continue to Torqual while I fare south in my vessel.”
Varmous shrugged. “I expect no difficulties except those of the next few minutes. We must discover which among our ‘premier’ passengers are truly strident and which can be induced to ride the carriages.”
“That is reasonable,” said Cugel. “I see that there are tricks to the trade, which I will be at pains to learn.”
“Just so. Now, as to tactics, we must always seem of the same mind; otherwise the passengers will play us one against the other, and all control is lost. Since we cannot confer on each case, let us signal our opinions in this fashion: a cough for the boat and a sniff for the carriage.”
“Agreed!”
Arriving at the boat the passengers stood back in skepticism. Perruquil, who was small, thin, hot-eyed, and seemed to be constructed only of nerves knotted around bones, went so far as to suggest duplicity. “Varmous, what is your plot? You take our terces, put us in the cabins of this ruined vessel, then go quietly off with your caravan: is that the way of it? Be warned: I was not born yesterday!”
“Boats do not ordinarily sail on the dry land,” murmured the aesthete Clissum.
“Quite true,” said Varmous. “By Cugel’s magic, this vessel will fly safely and smoothly through the air.”
Cugel spoke in a serious voice: “Because of a regrettable oversight, too many passengers have been booked aboard the Avventura, and four persons will be required to ride in our ‘premier’ carriage, at the head of the column where they can enjoy an intimate view of the nearby landscape. In this connection let me ask: who among you suffers either vertigo or an obsessive fear of heights?”
Perruquil fairly danced to the spasmodic forces of his emotion. “I shall not change to inferior accommodations! I was first to pay over my terces and Varmous guaranteed me a top priority! If necessary, I can bring the constable, who witnessed the transaction; he will support my case.”
Varmous coughed significantly and Cugel coughed as well.
Ermaulde took Varmous aside and spoke a few urgent words in his ear, whereupon Varmous raised his hands to the sides of his head and pulled at his golden curls. He looked at Cugel and coughed sharply.
Clissum said: “For me there is no choice, only stark necessity! I cannot tolerate the road-side dust; I would wheeze and gasp and go into asthmatic convulsions.”
Perruquil seemed to find Clissum’s sonorous diction and epicurean mannerisms offensive. He snapped: “If indeed you are so asthenic, are you not rash to venture so far out along the caravan trails?”
Clissum, rolling his eyes to the sky, spoke in his richest tones: “As I spend the seconds of my life on this dying world, I am never dismal nor sodden with woe! There is too much glory, too much wonder! I am a pilgrim on a life-long quest; I search here, there, everywhere, for that elusive quality —”
Perruquil said impatiently: “How does this bear upon your asthma?”
“The connection is both implicit and explicit. I vowed that, come what may, I would sing my odes at the Festival, even if contorted in the face from an asthmatic fit. When I found that I might journey in the clean upper air, my rapture knew no bounds!”
“Bah,” muttered Perruquil. “Perhaps we all are asthmatic; Varmous has never troubled to ask.”
During the discussion, Varmous whispered into Cugel’s ear. “Ermaulde reveals that she is pregnant with child! She fears that, if subjected to the jolts and jars of the carriage, an untoward event might occur. There is no help for it: she must ride in cushioned ease aboard the Avventura.”
“I agree, in all respects,” said Cugel.
Their attention was attracted by Ivanello’s merry laugh. “I have full faith in Varmous! Why? Because I paid double fare for the best possible accommodation which, so he assured me, I could choose myself. I therefore select the after cabin. Cugel can bed himself down with the other teamsters.”
Cugel gave a distinct sniff, and spoke sharply: “In this case, Varmous referred only to the carriages. A lad like you will enjoy jumping on and off and gathering berries along the way. The Avventura has been reserved for persons of taste and breeding, such as Clissum and Ermaulde.”
“What of me?” cried the ecclesiarch Gaulph Rabi. “I am studied in four infinities and I sit as a full member of the Collegium. I am accustomed to special treatment. In order to perform my meditations I need a quiet place, such as the cabin.”
Nissifer, with a rustling and a sour smell, took two steps forward. She spoke in a curious husky whisper. “I will ride the ship. Whoever interferes will be tainted.”
Ivanello threw his head back and looked at the woman through half-closed lids. “‘Tainted’? How do you mean ‘tainted’?”
“Do you truly care to learn?” came the husky whisper.
Cugel, suddenly alert, looked around the group. Where were Doctor Lalanke and his wards? In sudden apprehension he ran around to the gangplank and bounded aboard.
His fears were well realized. The three mimes had secluded themselves in the after cabin. Doctor Lalanke stood in the doorway making signals. At the sight of Cugel he cried out in vexation: “Irritating little creatures! Once they decide upon a whim they are beyond control. Sometimes I am beside myself with frustration; I admit it freely!”
“Nevertheless, they must leave my cabin!”
Lalanke showed a wan smile. “I can do nothing. Persuade them to leave however you like.”
Cugel went into the cabin. The three maidens sat on the bunk watching him through large gray eyes. Cugel pointed to the door. “Out with you! This is the captain’s cabin, and I am the captain.”
The maidens with one accord drew up their legs and folded their arms around their knees. “Yes, yes, charming indeed,” said Cugel. “I am not sure whether or not I have the taste for such epicene little creatures. Under proper circumstances I am willing to experiment, but not in a group of three which would be distracting. So come now: remove your fragile little bodies, or I must eject you.”
The maidens sat still as owls.
Cugel heaved a sigh. “So it must be.” He started toward the bed but was interrupted by the impatient voice of Varmous. “Cugel? Where are you? We need to make decisions.”
Cugel went out on deck to find that all the ‘premier’ passengers had climbed the gangplank and were disputing possession of the cabins. Varmous told Cugel: “We can delay no longer! I will bring up the caravan and we will tow the boat behind the first carriage.”
