“Shall we drink to the Bold Deceiver, then?” He took the bottle out of the lockbox and wiggled loose the cork.
“How about we drink to adventure, instead?”
“After my own heart.” Jackaby gave me a proud smile.
“Buggane,” Jackaby chirped behind me. “Hello, big fellow.” The giant ignored my employer, his gaze fixed on me. I remained rigid. “You said there was nothing to worry about here?”
“It’s all about perspective, I suppose. As a rule, all of the various ogre breeds are on their best behavior here at the market.”
“This one looks as though he would like to break that rule.” I swallowed. “He looks as though he would like to break it across my face.”
“Yes, but given that you’ve been standing on his tail, I’d say he’s been extremely patient and understanding. See? Perspective!”
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“Hello, small child,” said Jackaby. “Friend of yours, Miss Rook?”
The girl beamed. “Sally!” She took the lid off of the glass jar and inched toward me.
I followed her eyes to the hem of my skirt, where a coal-black salamander with brilliant orange spots was clinging. “Sally?”
And then my dress was on fire.
“If you can just pop a party favor to take us wherever you want, why do we need to follow this at all? Why not just zip to the end?”
“Because, Miss Rook, that isn’t how this sort of thing works. I know you’re still fairly new to this, so trust me when I say that there is a right way and a wrong way to go about an adventure. One does not free the prince without kissing the frog, and there are consequences for cutting corners. The map goes out of its way to touch seven points before completion. Sevens are good. We start with number one.”