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“Please, Your Excellency,” said Nick, thinking quickly, “I am one-of-a-kind, and if there were more, I wouldn’t be the special gift that I am. One flavorful spirit for the one true king.”
The king considered it. “Very well. But we may choose to unremember your flavor if the royal taste buds tire of chocolate.”
“That,” said Nick, “would be fine with me.”
“DESTROY THEM,” hissed the vizier, still hiding behind the statue. “THROW THEM INTO THE CENOTE RIGHT NOW.”
The king sighed. “Our vizier doesn’t like you, but we have yet to pass judgment.” Then he turned to Mikey, who was still unable to move. “Your chocolate friend’s wisdom has saved you. We shall unremember that you are an object that cannot move.” And in an instant, Mikey was no longer frozen in place.
“So,” said the king. “We assume that the jaguar-boy would not bring us a gift that did nothing.” The king folded his arms, looking intently at Mikey. “We order you to impress us!”
Jix nodded to Mikey, and Mikey transformed into various spontaneous creations. The king actually applauded.
“We are truly amused! The gods themselves would be amused!”
Mikey transformed back into himself, and folded his arms in the same superior way that the king had done.
“You shall be my personal mascot!” said the king. “I shall parade you on a diamond-studded leash and you will become whatever creation I desire.”
Mikey stared at him, eyes bulging furiously, growing more and more veins.
The king matched his anger, staring into those bulging eyes. “Do I sense that my mascot has become unruly? Perhaps I should listen to my vizier’s advice.”
“YES, YES!” yelled the vizier. “LISTEN TO ME AND SEND THEM TO XIBALBA!”
Mikey’s eyes bulged just a little bit more . . . and then, to everyone’s amazement, Mikey got down on his knees, then on all fours, and spread himself out on the floor before the king.
“I will be a rug before your feet, your Excellency, from now until the end of time, if you agree to battle the Eastern Witch.” Then he transformed himself into something flat and furry. He would have resembled a bear-skin rug if he didn’t have a dozen eyes.
The king looked at him a bit disgusted. “We have enough rugs,” he said. “But we like the way you think.” The king tapped his lip, as he considered the rug-boy before him. “We’ve changed our mind. If you will entertain, with brand new forms that we have never seen before, We shall agree not to put you on a leash if we can help it.”
Mikey transformed back into himself, and bowed. “Your Excellency has a most gentle and merciful spirit.”
“Of course we do,” the king said.
“But about the Eastern Witch . . . ,” Mikey said.
“The Eastern Witch will wait until we feel like dealing with her.”
“CAST THEM DOWN NOW,” the vizier cried out. “DO IT, BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE!”
The king shook his head. “Our vizier is having a bad day.” It was Jix who spoke up. “Your Excellency, pardon me for being so forward . . . but I think that any spirit who has a mind to condemn me and my gifts, should do it to my face.”
“Very well,” the king said. He snapped his fingers to the blue luchador. “Fetch the vizier for us.”
The luchador put down his metal-working tools, went behind the statue, grabbed the vizier, and although he tried to escape, he was much smaller and weaker. The luchador was able to lift him up by his armpits and bring him to the king, in spite of the way he squirmed and kicked.
“We present to you the Royal Vizier,” the king said, and Nick just stared at him in disbelief. Finally, that stray bouncing memory stuck in his mind like a spit wad, and he said, “Vari?”
The small, curly-blond boy looked at Nick with that permanently pinched face he always had when he had served as Mary’s rotten little toady.
“CAST THEM OUT! SEND THEM DOWN! XIBALBA! XIBALBA!” Vari screeched.
The king was hugely amused. “You know each other?”
“Vari used to serve the Eastern Witch,” Nick said.
“Well, now,” said the king. “At last our day has become interesting.”
