"Morressy, John - NestEgg" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morressy John)

turned up at frequent intervals with urgent messages for the king.

Kedrigern had much to ponder. Griffins were famed for their rugged good health.
He had never read or heard of griffins' ailments, and knew no griffins
personally, so he had no ready source of information. Griffins, so far as he
knew, were not prey to sickness. And yet Cecil was definitely sick. Could he be
some odd species of griffin? Had he succumbed to an illness unknown in Scythia?
Was he getting the proper food? Enough to drink? Could the climate of the Misty
Marshes be affecting his health? These were all questions to be asked tomorrow.

Princess settled beside Kedrigern, breathless and happy. "I haven't had such a
delightful time in ages! The courtiers are charming. And the musicians are
excellent. And everyone dances so well."

"I notice you've been dancing every dance."

"Yes. And you haven't left your seat."

"You know I'm a terrible dancer, my dear. And I'm worried about Cecil. He looks
awful, and he's not the least bit cooperative."

"Griffins aren't, as a rule, are they?"

"I don't like to think of the children losing their pet and then having the
kingdom invaded."

"Is he that bad?"

"I'm afraid so. Come and see for yourself tomorrow."

She rose and took him by the hand. "I will. And I'm sure you'll think of
something. Now come and dance. It will do you good."

"Oh, I really don't . . ."

"Come. It's a very easy one. You'll pick it up in no time."

They slept late next day. It was mid-morning when they climbed to the platform
where Cecil's shed stood. Kedrigern had expected to find the royal children
awaiting them, but Cecil was alone.

"You again. I told you to keep away," he said in welcome.

"Tyasan gives the orders here, and he wants me to look after you."

"Who's this? Your assistant?"

"I am a princess," said Princess with dignity.

Cecil yawned. "Good for you. Who asked you to butt in?"