Hat Tricks[18 Thory 4261]
The conical romantical hat with the long trailing cloth is
proving valuable. A pity I didn’t get one earlier.
I was lurking in the Cafe du Fronde. When I say “lurking”,
I mean “sitting on a table, playing diamond chess very badly
against Iska, and complaining in a very loud voice as she
gobbled my pieces.” I also mean “occasionally
breathing fire in the general direction of Yarwain, who was
sitting at the next table over and offering inadequate
advice.” (Adequate advice in this case would probably
only be, “Don’t play against Iska until her next lifetime.”)
I also mean “eating olives from a bright red triangular
One does these things when one lurks, does one not?
And of course Milirant Tavanth plopped himself into the seat
I was not occupying, squashed my conical romantical hat with
its all-concealing strip of glowing green yavalle-dyed
cloth, and moved two of my pieces.
Which was particularly perplexing, considering that it was
I expressed displeasure — distress — disliking!
Milirant excused himself slightly! “I’m sorry, O Zi Ri. I
didn’t see you there! Oh, well, no harm done.” He moved
the two pieces back to their previous squares. Or, rather,
he moved the orren back to its previous square, and, instead
of the zi ri (which he had moved), the khtsoyis went to
where the zi ri had been.
I expressed disbelief — disgruntlement — disagreement!
Milirant looked at the hat. “A cheap bit of frippery, that.
Suitable only for a bit of sleething around.” He shrugged,
and ripped the veil in half.
Milirant is a fop. He should know the cost and the
value of clothing! Especially clothing dyed with yavalle!
Especially especially romantical hats!
I demonstrated the incorrectitude of his position. My logic
was impeccable! My knowledge of facts vast! My use of a
potentially-aggressive talisman made by one of my famous
grandparent’s five-centuries-old apprentices was perhaps
unwise but probably legal!
In fact, he does know the cost and the value of
clothing, or, at least, his fur. He was compelled to accept
the incorrectitude of his position, and he did. I was not
compelled to vanish the seven-winged burning thing that was
making everyone in the Cafe du Fronde stare at us, and I did
He offered recompense, but mentioned that he did not, in
fact, have the price of a yavalle-dyed veil on his person at
Iska pointed out that he did, in fact, have a rather
complicated Mutoc Aquador Locador talisman in the shape of a
pair of mismatched fishes, one a sleekly curved stylized arc
of clear glass, the other a wobbly wiggle of mottled stained
glass. Iska has very sharp eyes, which I would generally
grumble about but in this case it that would be ungracious.
Grumbles upon them.
Milirant, it turns out, was willing to trade the Mu-Aq-Lo
talisman for a withdrawal of the implicit threat expressed
by an undismissed seven-winged burning thing.
I expressed disgust — disrespect — dismissal!
“Sythyry, I have never seen you so angry!” said
“I, too, have never seen me so angry!” said I.
I tipped very very well. Triple the price of all our food,
The talisman transfers alcohol from one beverage to
another. Without limit on the number of uses per day. Odd!
And the milliner was able to heal the veil at only a
moderate cost and without a visible seam. There’s an
invisible magic-side seam.