"You could, I suppose, just steal it from me, Indio. But even though you are Indio the Black, I hope you will not do that, considering the injustice your followers have already perpetrated upon me. May I propose a trade?"

"What do you want for it?" Indio asked suspiciously.

"May I-I"m not a particularly skilled barterer, I must admit-peruse your plentiful plunder?"

Indio extended his hand, indicating his permission.

Llewellyn crouched over the items that Indio had poured between them, slowly and carefully slipping out of his robe the amulet he had already stolen. With a dexterous display of sleight of hand, he made it appear that he was choosing the amulet from the pile.

Better to acquire this . . . shall we say, legally . . . than perhaps have it found on me later, he thought.

"This amulet would do nicely, I must say."

Indio laughed. "You may have it. It is made of pure silver, but like this key, its decorative and maybe valuable stones have been pried off and traded, no doubt. What do you want with it?"

"Perhaps I will someday decorate it with stones of my very own choosing. And the amulet itself, a simple yet artful piece of craftsmanship, is handsome, don"t you think?"

Indio shrugged his shoulders. "If you say so. Then it is a deal?"

"Almost."

"I knew there had to be a catch."

Llewellyn shook his head. "My good man, there is no catch, don"t you know? Listen to me. I know who has the third stone, and where they are headed. If I help you acquire the third stone, do you agree to give me half of the treasure? After all, that would be only fair."

The whole camp laughed, but only Indio responded. "Ten percent. For it will be my troop and I who will, no doubt, have to ... liberate ... this stone."

"Twenty-five percent?"

"Fifteen."

"Twenty sounds reasonable to me. After all the abuse I"ve taken from your band, and my only taking this simple amulet..."

"Enough, Talkative One!" Indio said. "Twenty percent it is. But you must a.s.sist us in any way we deem necessary."

"Agreed."

"You have yet to tell me who it is that possesses the third stone."

"I believe you"ve heard of them. Most folks here and there know of them, I do believe."

"Them?"

"They are known as-although I consider the name a bit on the inane side-the Buckleswashers."

Indio slapped his own forehead in exasperation. "The Buckleswashers? That group of deceitful rogues who allow a gnome to travel with them? Aren"t they from Water-deep? This is far from their base."

Llewellyn nodded in agreement. "Indeed. It is surely the vast wealth of the treasure that has brought them so far from home.""You are certain it is they?"

"Not long ago, I had the misfortune of running into them. Talltankard, their leader, beat me senseless for no reason at all. That"s why I sought your band. Though my interest lies in a share of the treasure, I also wish revenge against Talltankard, which I, by myself, could never exact."

"Indeed, brother Llewellyn. I, too, hate that Talltankard, the braggart. I, too, will enjoy meeting him and his disgraceful excuse for a band of adventurers. Now tell me where they can be found."

Llewellyn gazed into the blazing fire. "It is not that I do not trust you, my friend, Indio the Black. I cannot tell you that, for it is in a trader"s interest to keep at least one item of barter in his sack."

"Then you will not tell me?"

"Better than that: I shall lead you to them-and to the treasure. Actions, they say-although, again, I do not exactly know who "they* are-speak louder than words."

"Thereby a.s.suring your indispensability," Indio said with a laugh. "You are indeed a shrewd man."

The two men again shook hands; then Indio called for food and drink and held the key high over the fire, watching the light twinkle from the green stones. Llewellyn sat quietly, planning how he would spend the fortune they would find in the mountains.

An hour later, Llewellyn was reclining on the ground under an elm tree, wrapped in a scratchy burlap blanket. But he hardly noticed the fabric. He knew that soon all would go his way.

In his semiconsciousness, he mused back on the most unusual two days just past. First, he"d had the misfortune of running into the Steadfast Order of Shortfellow Swashbucklers, better known throughout the Shining South as the Buckleswashers. They had been in the mountains north of the West Wall, seeking some ancient treasure. And since he was in the vicinity-and since Llewellyn the Loqua-cious"s reputation was of a man of much valuable knowledge-the group delayed him and attempted to obtain information regarding the whereabouts of the lost treasure.

But, as usual, the Loquacious One was able to learn more than he taught. He told them he had heard of the treasure. He learned that a key containing three jade stones was necessary to unlock the treasure chest. He told them he had heard that the treasure was in this vicinity. He learned that they had found it; indeed, it was located in a cave barely a hundred yards from their present location. He told them he would a.s.sist them in finding the treasure. He learned that they had one of the stones, but not the key itself, nor the two additional stones. After many threats on the part of the Buckleswashers and many promises and vows on his part, they released him on condition that he would return in three days-or they would come looking for him.

Then he was summoned psionically to Zalathorn. Wordlessly, Zalathorn probed the Talkative One"s mind and learned what he needed to know. The wizard, content with his store of riches, had no desire for this lost treasure. He provided Llewellyn with the full knowledge of the trea-sure, the key, and the three jade stones. Zalathorn thought it would be amusing to watch as the quest for the treasure unfolded before him. So he set Llewellyn in the vicinity of Indio Black"s band of treasure-seekers.

And now, well, here Llewellyn was, content (relatively), sound (thankfully), and safe (miraculously). And almost (no-completely) asleep.

The next morning the troop awoke at the break of dawn, and by late afternoon, they were within a quarter mile of the treasure.

Llewellyn, who with Indio walked ahead of the other eight in the band, motioned for the group to halt. Indio repeated the order vocally, privately annoyed at his partner"s presumption.

"We shall, I think, be able to acquire the treasure with a minimum of fuss and violence if you leave the complex machinations to me, I must say," Llewellyn declared.

Indio looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean by that?"

"Simply that I have considered all the options and various possibilities, and I have a plan."

"Oh? Have you, great military leader?" Indio retorted.

Llewellyn pretended insult. "Very well, I shall remain quiet, and let you handle everything. After all, you know where the treasure is!"

Indio began to relent. "Fine. Tell us what..."

"You know where the Buckleswashers are...."

"I don"t. Tell us ..."

"You know how ..."

Indio placed his hand on his sword. "By all the fiends in the Shining South, will you not shut up and tell us your plan?"

Llewellyn frowned. "How can a man shut up and speak at the same time? It"s a paradox to be pondered, I must say."

"Fine! Fine!" Indio shouted. "Don"t shut up. Speak. Speak! Tell us your plan."

Finally, Llewellyn relented. "This is what I have in mind. I will go to the Buckleswashers with the key containing the two stones...."

"Like h.e.l.l you will," shouted one of Indio"s troop, whose name was Ckleef Vann. "Do you take us for fools?"

Llewellyn lied when he answered: "No.""Go on," Indio said warily, "but this had better be good."

"I will convince them to give me a cut of the treasure, as I have done with you. When we put the third stone in the key and unlock the treasure, you and your very able troop will rush them and take the treasure."

"Why don"t we just rush them now?" another of the troop, known only as Terrence of the Hill, insisted.

Llewellyn turned to him. "Because they, at best, might hide the stone and, at worst, steal the key from you and kill you all. If you follow my plan, and I do so hope you do, you gain not only the element of surprise, but also the fact that all three stones will be in the key."

Indio considered the plan, but asked, "What if they kill you and go to the treasure?"

"My presence or absence doesn"t change matters for you, can"t you see? You can still overpower them." As an afterthought, Llewellyn added, "Of course, my presence requires your paying me my twenty-five percent."

"Twenty!" corrected Indio.

"Oh, yes, I had forgotten."

Indio strutted around for a moment, then agreed to the plan. "This had better work! I go against my better judgment. But you have convinced me."

He handed Llewellyn the key with the two stones.

"Good luck, partner."

Taking the key, Llewellyn said, "Good luck to you. Follow me, but keep your distance. If they should spot any of you, our odds of surviving this adventure will be minimized-if not obliterated in totality-especially the odds related to yours truly."

With those words, he marched away. Indio"s men followed, trying to figure out what the Loquacious One had just said.

"Who goes there?" called an unfriendly voice.

"It is Llewellyn, returned to you, don"t you see, as promised!"

"So it is!" From high in a tree dropped the halfling, Osco. His cheek scar was more hideous than Llewellyn had remembered. "Follow me. The others await you."

In a few moments, the pair marched into the clearing where the Buckleswashers had pitched camp. They were sitting around a fire, identical in dress and habitat and mood to the halflings he had just left. They stood as Osco and Llewellyn approached.

"So, you"ve come back," Bungobar Talltankard exclaimed. "It"s a d.a.m.ned good thing you have."

"Indeed," agreed Dimvel Stoutkeg. "For if you had not returned/ Your effigy we would have burned/ And then this burning blazing fire/ Would"ve been your actual funeral pyre."

"Enough singing, already!" Carthax Nayusiyim, the gnome of the group, yelled. "You and those songs! You"ll drive me mad!"

Insulted, Dimvel responded, "You are mad! And an ugly little gnome, besides!"

Carthax reached for his rod of smiting, but Talltankard intervened. "Enough! We"ve no time for this bickering.

We"re all on edge because this ever-speaking bargainer has kept us waiting."

"Yes, but I have returned, don"t you know," Llewellyn said. "And, most remarkably, with the key."

The six Buckleswashers drew closer to Llewellyn.

"Give it to us," demanded Carthax.

"Not so fast, my overly zealous compatriots," countered Llewellyn. "I want to reiterate our agreement, forged at our last meeting."

One of the two female Buckleswashers spoke up. "We agreed to nothing except to let you live."

"You forget, dear lady, that..."

Talltankard drew his knife. "My wife, Lyratha, forgets nothing!"

"But when I was last here ..."

The other female Buckleswasher added her words: "Relax, Nervous One! We shall give you a few trinkets and send you on your way."

Llewellyn thought better of pushing the matter too far. "That will be fine. That is all I ask. Except for one other thing, I must say."

"And that is what?" Osco asked.

"May I have the stones from the key after you take the treasure from the chest?"

"The jade stones?" enquired the gnome, laughing. "They are practically worthless in the whole Shining South.

You are an idiot to want them."

"Yes, I suppose," Llewellyn said. "But the woman I love-the most beautiful woman I have seen in any kingdom-has a great fondness for jade. Surely, I do not ask much."

"Agreed," Talltankard said. "I suppose you should have something. Now let me have the key."

Llewellyn nervously handed it to him. But a bit of his anxiety faded when the jade stone was placed in the key. It fit perfectly, and the whole company of Buckleswashers grinned.

Osco and Talltankard dragged the two-foot high by two-foot wide chest from the mouth of the cave into the fading sunlight. The rest of the company watched, as did Llewellyn, but every few seconds he looked around the perimeter of the area. He prayed Indio"s folk were ready.

Talltankard turned the key, and smoke seeped out of the chest. Then Osco pulled open the lid and revealed themyriad jewels and gold it contained.

While the company stared at it, stunned, Llewellyn asked, "I do so hate to ask you, since you are all so very busy, but may I have the stones, as you promised?"

Talltankard removed the key and tossed it to Llewellyn, who caught it.