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decision at last, “they’re the only two examples we have to work with so far, so that’s what we’ll base our actions on until proven different.”
    “So what do we do against a bunch of vampires?”
    As a bodyguard, Guido seemed a bit uneasy about our assessment of the situation.
    “Relax,” I smiled. “The first order of business is to turn on the old reliable disguise spell. Just a few quick touchups and they won’t be able to tell us apart from the natives. We could walk through a town of vampires and they’d never spot us.”
    With that, I closed my eyes and went to work. Like I told the staff, this was going to be easy. Maintain everyone’s normal appearance except for paler skin, longer canines, and a little artful reddening of the eyes, and the job was done.
    “Okay,” I said, opening my eyes again. “What’s next?”
    “I don’t like to quote you back at yourself, Hot Stuff,” Massha drawled, “but didn’t you say something about disguises being the first thing before we went any further?”
    “Of course. That’s why I just … wait a minute. Are you trying to say we still have the same appearance as before I cast the spell?”
    One of the problems with casting a disguise spell is that as the caster, I can never see the effects. That is, I see people as they really are whether the spell is on or not. I had gotten so used to relying on the effects of this particular spell that it had never occurred to me that it might not work.
    Massha and Guido were looking at each other with no small degree of concern.
    “Ummm ... maybe you forgot.”
    “Try again.”
    “That’s right! This time remember to ...”
    “Hold it, you two,” I ordered in my most commanding tone. “From your reactions, I perceive that the answer to my questions is ‘yes.’ That is, that the spell didn’t work. Now just ease up a second and let me think. Okay?”
    For a change they listened to me and lapsed into a respectful silence. I might have taken a moment to savor the triumph if I wasn’t so worried about the problem.
    The disguise spell was one of the first spells I had learned, and until now was one of my best and most reliable tools. If it wasn’t working, something was seriously wrong. Now I knew that stepping through the door hadn’t lessened my knowledge of that particular spell, so that meant that if something was haywire, it would have to be in the ...
    “Hey, Hot Stuff! Check the force lines!”
    Apparently my apprentice and I had reached the conclusion simultaneously. A quick magical scan of the sky overhead and the surrounding terrain confirmed my worst fears. At first I thought there were no force lines at all. Then I realized that they were there, but so faint that it took nearly all of my reserve power just to detect them.
    “What’s all this about force lines?” Guido demanded.
    Massha heaved an impatient sigh.
    “If you’re going to run with this crowd, Dark and Deadly, you’d best start learning a little about the magic biz ... or at least the vocabulary. Force lines are invisible streams of energy that How through the ground and the air. They’re the source of power we tap into when we do our bibbity-bobbity-boo schtick. That means that in a land like this one, where the force lines are either non-existent or very weak ...”
    “... you can’t do squat,” the bodyguard finished for her. “Hey, Boss! If what she says is true, how come those two you just met could still do that bat-trick?”
    “By being very, very good in the magic department. To do so much with so little means they don’t miss a trick ... pardon the pun ... in tapping and using force lines. In short, they’re a lot better than either Massha or me at the magic game.”
    “That makes sense.” Massha nodded. “In any dimension I’ve been in that had vampires, they were some of the strongest magic-slingers around. If this is what they have to train on, I can see why they run hog-wild when they hit a dimension where