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It lifted its head and peered with one eye between two fingers. "You'd do that?" it said. "For me? I'd be
your friend for life your best friend!"
I shook my head. "I don't need a dog."
It fingered its lip, suddenly thoughtful. "Well, I do have relatives I haven't seen in ages! And you're not
really my type. It's a deal!"
I raised the sword high over my head. The troll covered its eyes as I brought the blade down on the iron
chain. Sparks fountained as dwarf magic sliced through iron. The links shattered.
The old troll squealed with delight. It lingered long enough to clap its hands and cry, "Thank you, thank
you!" Then, leaping upward, it jackknifed and plunged headfirst into the earth.
Life was just one adventure after another in my occupation. I brushed my toe at the ruined lantern, then
continued on with my sword's light to guide me.
Not far beyond I encountered another set of stone steps. Eager for fresh air, I mounted them two at a
time and found myself on a narrow landing. A rather loud ticking made me nervous. Raising the sword
higher, I discovered a network of intermeshed gears.
I sheathed my sword. When my eyes had adjusted to the darkness again, I put a hand experimentally on
the wall directly ahead and pushed. With little effort, it gave way. I stepped through the wooden
casement of a giant grandfather's clock.
I found myself in a vast hall. Aside from the clock, there was little furniture, only a large table laden with
platters of fruit, a pitcher, a bottle. Certain I was alone, I started forward, thirsty for a drink.
Halfway across the room, I noticed the glass coffin.
It lay on a dais that someone had draped with red velvet. A pair of braziers stood on either end of it,
providing a reddish light. The glass construct glittered. Forgetting food or drink, I crept toward it, drawn
by the handsome youth laid with ceremonial splendor within.
For moments, I looked down at him. No glass lid or other barrier separated us. My heart pounded. His
hair, black as night and gleaming; skin flawlessly fair; lips redder, more inviting than ripe cherries!
Beyond a doubt, I had found Prince Charming. Alas, he was dead!
I couldn't help myself. Tears welled in my eyes. Never had I seen such beauty such sleeping
beauty in man or woman. I bent over the coffin's side and brushed my lips upon his.
Behind me, a feminine voice screamed. "Stop! Don't . . . !"
I spun around. A woman stood frozen, halfway down a gracefully curving staircase, her eyes wide,
frightened. She had her own graceful curves. Not even the stern black dress and cloak she wore could
conceal her striking loveliness. Had I been a man, my tongue would have unfurled from my mouth and
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"Don't stop," said a deeper voice. Before I could speak a hand caught my arm and spun me about again.
I looked into sea-blue eyes. Prince Charming, now sitting up awake, cupped one hand on the back of my
head, drew me close, shoved his tongue so far down my throat my tonsils started packing to vacate.
I couldn't didn't want to resist. When he finally pushed me away, it was as if gravity had ended. I
reached for him again, his witch-mother completely forgotten, but he put out a hand. "I'm thirsty," he said,
climbing out of the coffin and stretching long unused limbs. "Find my slippers, and bring me a beer at
once."
I had no will to resist. His command rang in my brain; nothing mattered but to please him. I whirled,
wondering where in this huge place a prince might keep his slippers. I ran to the table like a common
serving wench. I could get his beer first, then look for the slippers.
His mother beat me to the table. Snatching up an apple, she offered it to him. "You must be hungry after
your long sleep," she urged.
He brushed her hand aside; the apple rolled across the floor. "Oh, Mother!" His voice dripped scorn.
"The old poisoned apple trick again!"
My heart pounded. There was no beer on the table, no beverage at all but a pitcher of water and a
brown bottle of liquor. I snatched it up.Hammett & Chandler Old Brandy . A good brand! I ran back
to him, throwing myself at his feet.
"Good dog." He patted my head, then took the bottle, raised it to his lips, and swigged. He gave a loud
sigh of pleasure, belched, and smiled. Then the smile vanished. He glared at his mother. "Bitch . . . !" He
barely got the word out. The bottle slipped from his hand, shattering. He sank to the floor. I tried to catch
him, but his weight proved too much.
Pinned beneath him, I struggled to make sense of what had happened. A veil seemed to lift from my
brain. "What the . . . !" I thrust him off and sprang to my feet. "You've poisoned him!"
The Evil Queen dug a slippered toe into her son's ribs. "He's only sleeping," she answered with a weary
sigh. "He thought it was just the apple, but everything on that table is enchanted just in case he ever
woke when I wasn't around."
I protested. "Why?"
She looked at me as if I were an addled schoolgirl. "Didn't you feel it?" she said. "Did you really want to
fetch his slippers? Did you want to get his beer?" She shook her head, her eyes heavy with sadness. "He
has an affect on women. We do anything he says. It's a power, hischarm , and he has no compunction
against using it. He's raised every skirt in the kingdom." She laughed bitterly, and with a startling display
of strength, lifted him back into the coffin. "He had this trick with a glass slipper; you wouldn't believe
how many foolish young girls fell for it!"
She offered her hand. "My name's Glenda," she said. "I so seldom have company."
I took a step back, eyeing her with suspicion. "You're an evil witch!" I said ungraciously. "I saw the
charred bones outside your walls!"
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She shrugged. "Peasants and torches," she replied. "They drink a little courage, storm the castle, start
waving fire around. The local women went crazy the first time I put Bobo to sleep."
I glanced at the coffin and the beautiful boy within.Bobo?
Glenda shrugged again. "Okay, there was oil in the moat instead of water, but a woman alone has to
protect herself. When Clarence ran off with that damned Blair Witch . . ."
I interrupted. "Leonardo told me you murdered him!"
It was her turn to regard me suspiciously. "His brother put you up to this?"
"No, I put her up to it!" Lord Parfum stepped through the clock, his face triumphant. His entourage of
six soldiers followed with drawn swords. His lips curled in a snarl. "Where's the Prince Charming?"
I drew my own sword and stood protectively before the coffin. No one seemed impressed by its dwarf
light. But Glenda fled across the vast chamber, her cloak spreading out like birds' wings. She flung her
arms across a previously unnoticed liquor cabinet. "You'll never get it!" she challenged. A desperate fear
filled her voice. "I'll blast you into ashes if you try!"
Lord Parfum sent his men forward. "You silly bat! We know the Blair babe stole, not only your man, but
most of your power, too." He gestured smugly at me. "We only needed her to clear any traps in
Clarence's so-called secret tunnel."
I looked from Parfum to Glenda to Bobo, and jerked my gaze away from Bobo as I felt the urge to kiss
him awake again. "If you didn't want Leonardo's nephew," I muttered, "what the heckare you after?"
He chuckled. "I told you over dinner; if you could bottle and sell whatever that brat has, you could make
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It lifted its head and peered with one eye between two fingers. "You'd do that?" it said. "For me? I'd be
your friend for life your best friend!"
I shook my head. "I don't need a dog."
It fingered its lip, suddenly thoughtful. "Well, I do have relatives I haven't seen in ages! And you're not
really my type. It's a deal!"
I raised the sword high over my head. The troll covered its eyes as I brought the blade down on the iron
chain. Sparks fountained as dwarf magic sliced through iron. The links shattered.
The old troll squealed with delight. It lingered long enough to clap its hands and cry, "Thank you, thank
you!" Then, leaping upward, it jackknifed and plunged headfirst into the earth.
Life was just one adventure after another in my occupation. I brushed my toe at the ruined lantern, then
continued on with my sword's light to guide me.
Not far beyond I encountered another set of stone steps. Eager for fresh air, I mounted them two at a
time and found myself on a narrow landing. A rather loud ticking made me nervous. Raising the sword
higher, I discovered a network of intermeshed gears.
I sheathed my sword. When my eyes had adjusted to the darkness again, I put a hand experimentally on
the wall directly ahead and pushed. With little effort, it gave way. I stepped through the wooden
casement of a giant grandfather's clock.
I found myself in a vast hall. Aside from the clock, there was little furniture, only a large table laden with
platters of fruit, a pitcher, a bottle. Certain I was alone, I started forward, thirsty for a drink.
Halfway across the room, I noticed the glass coffin.
It lay on a dais that someone had draped with red velvet. A pair of braziers stood on either end of it,
providing a reddish light. The glass construct glittered. Forgetting food or drink, I crept toward it, drawn
by the handsome youth laid with ceremonial splendor within.
For moments, I looked down at him. No glass lid or other barrier separated us. My heart pounded. His
hair, black as night and gleaming; skin flawlessly fair; lips redder, more inviting than ripe cherries!
Beyond a doubt, I had found Prince Charming. Alas, he was dead!
I couldn't help myself. Tears welled in my eyes. Never had I seen such beauty such sleeping
beauty in man or woman. I bent over the coffin's side and brushed my lips upon his.
Behind me, a feminine voice screamed. "Stop! Don't . . . !"
I spun around. A woman stood frozen, halfway down a gracefully curving staircase, her eyes wide,
frightened. She had her own graceful curves. Not even the stern black dress and cloak she wore could
conceal her striking loveliness. Had I been a man, my tongue would have unfurled from my mouth and
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writtenmercy ! on the floor.This was the Evil Queen?
"Don't stop," said a deeper voice. Before I could speak a hand caught my arm and spun me about again.
I looked into sea-blue eyes. Prince Charming, now sitting up awake, cupped one hand on the back of my
head, drew me close, shoved his tongue so far down my throat my tonsils started packing to vacate.
I couldn't didn't want to resist. When he finally pushed me away, it was as if gravity had ended. I
reached for him again, his witch-mother completely forgotten, but he put out a hand. "I'm thirsty," he said,
climbing out of the coffin and stretching long unused limbs. "Find my slippers, and bring me a beer at
once."
I had no will to resist. His command rang in my brain; nothing mattered but to please him. I whirled,
wondering where in this huge place a prince might keep his slippers. I ran to the table like a common
serving wench. I could get his beer first, then look for the slippers.
His mother beat me to the table. Snatching up an apple, she offered it to him. "You must be hungry after
your long sleep," she urged.
He brushed her hand aside; the apple rolled across the floor. "Oh, Mother!" His voice dripped scorn.
"The old poisoned apple trick again!"
My heart pounded. There was no beer on the table, no beverage at all but a pitcher of water and a
brown bottle of liquor. I snatched it up.Hammett & Chandler Old Brandy . A good brand! I ran back
to him, throwing myself at his feet.
"Good dog." He patted my head, then took the bottle, raised it to his lips, and swigged. He gave a loud
sigh of pleasure, belched, and smiled. Then the smile vanished. He glared at his mother. "Bitch . . . !" He
barely got the word out. The bottle slipped from his hand, shattering. He sank to the floor. I tried to catch
him, but his weight proved too much.
Pinned beneath him, I struggled to make sense of what had happened. A veil seemed to lift from my
brain. "What the . . . !" I thrust him off and sprang to my feet. "You've poisoned him!"
The Evil Queen dug a slippered toe into her son's ribs. "He's only sleeping," she answered with a weary
sigh. "He thought it was just the apple, but everything on that table is enchanted just in case he ever
woke when I wasn't around."
I protested. "Why?"
She looked at me as if I were an addled schoolgirl. "Didn't you feel it?" she said. "Did you really want to
fetch his slippers? Did you want to get his beer?" She shook her head, her eyes heavy with sadness. "He
has an affect on women. We do anything he says. It's a power, hischarm , and he has no compunction
against using it. He's raised every skirt in the kingdom." She laughed bitterly, and with a startling display
of strength, lifted him back into the coffin. "He had this trick with a glass slipper; you wouldn't believe
how many foolish young girls fell for it!"
She offered her hand. "My name's Glenda," she said. "I so seldom have company."
I took a step back, eyeing her with suspicion. "You're an evil witch!" I said ungraciously. "I saw the
charred bones outside your walls!"
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She shrugged. "Peasants and torches," she replied. "They drink a little courage, storm the castle, start
waving fire around. The local women went crazy the first time I put Bobo to sleep."
I glanced at the coffin and the beautiful boy within.Bobo?
Glenda shrugged again. "Okay, there was oil in the moat instead of water, but a woman alone has to
protect herself. When Clarence ran off with that damned Blair Witch . . ."
I interrupted. "Leonardo told me you murdered him!"
It was her turn to regard me suspiciously. "His brother put you up to this?"
"No, I put her up to it!" Lord Parfum stepped through the clock, his face triumphant. His entourage of
six soldiers followed with drawn swords. His lips curled in a snarl. "Where's the Prince Charming?"
I drew my own sword and stood protectively before the coffin. No one seemed impressed by its dwarf
light. But Glenda fled across the vast chamber, her cloak spreading out like birds' wings. She flung her
arms across a previously unnoticed liquor cabinet. "You'll never get it!" she challenged. A desperate fear
filled her voice. "I'll blast you into ashes if you try!"
Lord Parfum sent his men forward. "You silly bat! We know the Blair babe stole, not only your man, but
most of your power, too." He gestured smugly at me. "We only needed her to clear any traps in
Clarence's so-called secret tunnel."
I looked from Parfum to Glenda to Bobo, and jerked my gaze away from Bobo as I felt the urge to kiss
him awake again. "If you didn't want Leonardo's nephew," I muttered, "what the heckare you after?"
He chuckled. "I told you over dinner; if you could bottle and sell whatever that brat has, you could make
a fortune." A glint of insanity shone suddenly in his rodent eyes. "Bobo found a way to do that! He comes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]