The Cat and the Merrythought
By Matthew Hughes
“Where does it all come from?” Oldo asked.
“I have no idea,” Baldemar said. He was squatting down and reaching into the demon-magicked valise, as he did whenever he needed fresh funds, and scooping out handfuls of coins and gems. Mostly, the jewels were single specimens, but occasionally his hand encountered worked pieces: necklaces, bracelets, pendants, and once only, a diamond-and-ruby-encrusted crown that must have belonged to a king.
Oldo could not see the valise. The interplanar entity had made it so that it was visible—and touchable, for that matter—only to Baldemar. It was a reward for the former wizard’s henchman’s having relieved the demon of a tedious obligation, and the reward included the seaside house in the city of Golathreon
