"Jim Theis - The Eye of Argon (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Theis Jim)

advisor, eyes aglow.
"...As always Agafnd, you speak with great wisdom. Your words ring of
great knowledge concerning the nature of one such as he ," sayeth , the
king. The noble turned toward the prisoner with a noticable shimmer
reflecting in his frog-like eyes, and his lips contorting to a greasy grin.
"I have decided to void my previous decree. The prisoner shall be removed
to one of the palaces underground vaults. There he shall stay until I have
decided that he has sufficiently simmered, whereupon he is to be allowed to
spend the remainder of his days at labor in one of my mines."
Upon hearing this, Grignr realized that his fate would be far less
merciful than death to one such as he, who is used to roaming the
countryside at will. A life of confinement would be more than his body and
mind could stand up to. This type of life would be immeasurably worse than
death.
"I shall never understand the ways if your twisted civilization. I
simply defend my honor and am condemned to life confinement, by a pig who
sits on his royal ass wooing whores, and knows nothing of the affairs of
the land he imagines to rule!" Lectures Grignr ?
"Enough of this! Away with the slut before I loose my control!"
Seeing the peril of his position, Grignr searched for an opening.
Crushing prudence to the sward, he plowed into the soldier at his left arm
taking hold of his sword, and bounding to the dias supporting the prince
before the startled guards could regain their composure. Agafnd leaped
Grignr and his sire, but found a sword blade permeating the length of his
ribs before he could loosed his weapon.
The councilor slumped to his knees as Grignr slid his crimsoned blade
from Agfnd's rib cage. The fat prince stood undulating in insurmountable
fear before the edge of the fiery maned comet, his flabs of jellied blubber
pulsating to and fro in ripples of flowing terror.
"Where is your wisdom and power now, your magjesty?" Growled Grignr.
The prince went rigid as Grignr discerned him glazing over his
shoulder. He swlived to note the cause of the noble's attention, raised
his sword over his head, and prepared to leash a vicious downward cleft,
but fell short as the haft of a steel rimed pike clashed against his
unguarded skull. Then blackness and solitude. Silence enshrouding and
ever peaceful reind supreme.
"Before me, sirrah! Before me as always! Ha, Ha Ha, Haaaa...", nobly
cackled.

-3-

Consciousness returned to Grignr in stygmatic pools as his mind
gradually cleared of the cobwebs cluttering its inner recesses, yet the
stygian cloud of charcoal ebony remained. An incompatible shield of
blackness, enhanced by the bleak abscense of sound.
Grignr's muddled brain reeled from the shock of the blow he had
recieved to the base of his skull. The events leading to his predicament
were slow to filter back to him. He dickered with the notion that he was
dead and had descended or sunk, however it may be, to the shadowed land
beyond the the aperature of the grave, but rejected this hypothesis when