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Gimlet, whom she studied suspiciously.
"Vat your name ist again?"
"Gimlet, son of Groin, Dwarf-Lord of Geritol and Royal Inspector of
Meats," said the stubby dwarf.
Eorache dismounted and inspected Gimlet at closer range, a tight frown on her
lips.
"Dot's funny," she said at last, "you don't _look_ dwarfish!" Then she turned
to Stomper. "Und _you_. Undershirt vas it?"
"_Arrow_shirt!" said Stomper. "Arrowroot of Arrowshirt!"
In a flash he had drawn gleaming Krona from its holster and flailed it about
over his head as he cried, "And this is Krona of he who has many names, he who
is called Lumbago, the Lodestone, by the elves, Dunderhead, heir to the throne
of Twodor and true son of Arrowhead of Araplane, Conqueror of Dozens and seed
of Barbisol, Top of the Heap and King of the Mountain."
"Veil ba-dee-dah," said Eorache, eyeing the waiting medic. "But I ist
believing dot you ist not der schpies of der Serutan. He ist one schtinker,
but he ist not der schtupiter also."
"We have come from afar," said Legolam, "and were led by Goodgulf
Grayteeth, Wizard to Kings and Fairy Godfather, second class."
The sheepess raised her yellow brows and let both monocles fall from her
watery blue eyes. "Schhhhhhh! Dot ist not der name to be dropping around here.
Der King, mein vater, lost his favorite mount, Saniflush der Swift, to dot
schyster und later finds dot der dice ist queerer than der three-legged troll!
Then der poor scheep ist coming back a week later covered with fleas and
forgetting dot she ist housetrained all over der King's new tapestry. Vhen der
King catches him, der ist vun dead Vizard!"
"There is a sad wisdom in your words," said Arrowroot, trying to snatch a peek
down her halberd, "for Goodgulf is no more. He met his fate o'er-
matched in uneven contest with a ballhog in the Mines of Doria. The creature
played not fairly with Goodgulf, mastering him with means foul and deceitful."
"Der poetic justicer," said Eorache, "but I vill miss der old crank."
"And now," said Arrowroot, "we are in quest of our two companions captured by
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narcs and born whither we know not."
"Ach," said the lady warrior, "ye fixed der vagons of some narcs yesterday,
but ye don't see any boggies. Vhat ye find ist some little bones in der
stewpot, und I don't think they vas having spare ribs."
The three companions observed ten seconds of silent farewell for their
friends.
"Then how about a lift on your mutton-mushers?" said Gimlet.
"Hokay," said Eorache, "but ye ist going to Isinglass to fix too der vagon of
dot schkunken Serutan."
"Then you fight with us against him," said Stomper. "We had thought the
sheep-lords to have thrown their lot with the evil Wizard."
"Ve haf never vorked for dot creep," said Eorache loudly, "und even if ye
_did_ help him a little at first, ye were only following orders und it
probably vasn't us dot you heard about because ye vas someplace else. Und
anyvay, he vas vasting his time looking for some schtupider Ring vhat vasn't
vorth nothing. Me, I don't believe in dot pixie-dust schtuff. Magicschmagic, I
saying."
The rider clicked her heels together and made an about-face, calling over her
shoulder. "So, you coming mit us or you staying here und maybe starving to
death?"
Stomper fondled the last piece of magic zwieback in his pocket and weighed the
alternatives, not overlooking the beefy charms of Eorache.
"Ve going mit you," he said dreamily.
Pepsi was dreaming that he was a maraschino cherry atop a huge hot-fudge
sundae. Shivering on a mountain of whipped cream he saw a monstrous mouth of
sharpened fangs loom above him, drooling great gobbets of saliva. He tried to
scream for help but his own mouth was full of hardened fudge sauce. The maw
descended, breathing a hot, odorous wind . . . down, down it came. . . .
"Wake up, youse jerks!" snarled a harsh voice. "Th' boss want t' talk to ya!
Har har har!" A heavy brogan kicked out at Pepsi's already bruised ribs.
He opened his eyes to the night gloom and met the evil stare of a brutish
narc. This time he screamed, but the gagged boggie only gurgled with fear, and
as he struggled he remembered that he was still hog-tied like a prime roast.
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