have a feeling this is the golf world, but changed.â Â
âHope you're right. But what if it changes back while we're out hacking?â Â
âThen we carry on hacking, I guess. We can't go back now.â Â
âRight.â Thaxton downed his wine and poured more. Â
Dalton's gryphon soup came. He sampled it and smiled. âA little salty but good.â Â
âI wonder if they bagged that gryphon out on the links.â Â
âI wonder what hero bagged the basilisk. You look one of those in the eye and you're dead.â Â
âReally? Not up on my classical lore.â Â
The waiter brought Thaxton's hamburger. It was large and rested inside a sliced pita loaf. Thaxton lifted the top slice and sniffed. The waiter set down a bottle in front of him. Â
âAh. Steak sauce.â Thaxton applied a liberal dose. Â
âWill that be all, sir?â Â
âYes, thank you.â Â
Thaxton lifted the huge thing and examined it. Â
âNo onions or tomatoes?â Dalton asked. Â
âI'm a purist.â He took a bite and chewed. âTastes a bit gamey.â Â
âProbably ground salamander or something.â Â
âIt's good enough.â Thaxton set the hamburger down. âStill thinking about getting back to the castle. Something's up, I just have a feeling.â Â
âWell, I get that feeling, too, but I can't think of what to do except retrace our steps.â Â
âWe can't very well do that. Those holes are as good as under Vesuvius now.â Â
âI suppose we could just come out and ask.â Â
âCapital idea.â Â
Thaxton lifted an arm and called the waiter over. Â
âYes, sir?â Â
âTell me ... how do I phrase this? Know of anyâwell, castles in the area?â Â
âCastles, sir?â Â
âUm, yes. Castles.â Â
Gamalkon scrunched up his face in thought. âSir, I don't recall ever seeing any castles around here.â Â
âAny ... sort of floating doorways into castles? I suppose not.â Â
Gamalkon shook his horned head. âSorry, sir.â Â
âQuite all right. Thank you. Uh, I think we need another bottle of wine. I do, anyway.â Â
âRight away, sir.â Â
Thaxton gave Dalton a forlorn look. âI suppose it's hopeless.â Â
âLooks like. Don't worry about it. We'll find our way back eventually. After the eighteenth hole. I think fate has decreed that we play this course through.â Â
âFate, eh? Bloody bad luck, I call it.â Â
âThaxton, old boy, you just won't admit that you're having the time of your life.â Â
Thaxton poured himself more wine. âA spot more of this and I will be having a good time.â Â
Dalton laughed. Â
Two strange-looking creatures were shown to the next table. They looked like gargoyles come to life. One of them looked over and squawked something that sounded friendly. Â
âGood afternoon! Nice to see you,â Dalton answered brightly. Â
Thaxton managed a thin smile. âNOSD, those two,â he murmured. Â
âEh?â Â
â'Not Our Species, Dear.'â Â
âI wonder if they'd be up for a foursome.â Â
âWith my luck, they're probably both scratch players.â Â
âMy handicap is nothing to write home about, either, but it might be interesting.â Â
Dalton's entrée was served. Â
âVery good indeed,â he pronounced. âThese wild mushrooms provide just the right accent.â Â
The meal progressed. The wine flowed; the second bottle emptied. More Château Avernus was ordered. Â
A while later the room began to shake. Wine bottles fell over and the windows rattled. A piece of ceiling fell to the floor very near. Â
Glassy-eyed and smiling, Thaxton looked around. âIf I weren't so drunk I'd be frightened out of my wits.â
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