"04 - The Wizardry Consulted (b)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cook Rick)

The racket died down as dragon, children and nursemaid vanished down the
corridor.

At that point Wiz's wife Moira came into the room, a wide-brimmed straw
hat thrown back over her shoulders, setting off her freckled, slightly
flushed skin and cascade of red hair. She was wearing a peasant blouse, a
brightly colored skirt and she had a basket of fresh flowers in her hand.
To Wiz she looked like a vision out of a Monet painting.

"Was that LRD?" Moira asked as she came over to kiss her husband hello.

"No, that was Fluffy."

Moira arched her coppery eyebrows over great green eyes. "Love, even for
you that is incomprehensible."

"Wasn't my idea." Wiz shrugged. "Caitlin and Ian insist LRD's name is
Fluffy."

"Where did they get that, I wonder?"

Wiz shrugged again. "Maybe the dragon told them."

Moira just sighed and shook her head.

"Normalcy," Wiz sighed. "It's wonderful."

Jerry snorted with laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"Two kids go tearing out of here chased by a dragon, and you say it's
normal."

"The dragon doesn't bother me, I just think of it as an overgrown St.
Bernard."

A discreet cough reminded him of the waiting seneschal.

"I'm sorry Wulfram. Now, you were saying?"

"There is a dragon to see you, My Lord."

"A dragon?"

"A large dragon," the seneschal amended with gloomy glee. "He is sitting
on the East curtain wall and-ah-urgently desires an audience."

For a minute no one said anything.