Chapter 4
This time when Riadh materialized, he faced a different human, one who put a level of fear in his supernatural gut. Archimedes sat behind a huge mahogany desk. The box, Riadh’s binding container, sat on the desk in front of him.
“Bring me a glass of Glenfiddich whiskey,” Archimedes said.
Riadh held out his hand and the requested glass appeared in it. He set the glass carefully on the desk top.
The mage picked up the glass and sipped the liquor. “Adequate. Just stay there, I have some other things I want of you.”
All the while the mage drank the whiskey, Riadh stood immobile. Inside him, things twisted and knotted with trying to guess what his new master would order him to do next. He didn’t have more than half an hour to wait.
“Assume the shape of a woman, naked, voluptuous
