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

itself. The will to necessitate his life forced him to yield to the
superior force in hopes of a moment of carlessness later upon the part of
his captors in which he could effect a more plausible means of escape.
"You may steady your arms, I will go without a struggle."
"Your decision is a wise one, yet perhaps you would have been better
off had you forced death," the soldier's mouth wrinkled to a sadistic grin
of knowing mirth as he prodded his prisoner on with his sword point.
After an indiscriminate period of marching through slinking alleyways
and dim moonlighted streets the procession confronted a massive seraglio.
The palace area was surrounded by an iron grating, with a lush garden upon
all sides.
The group was admitted through the gilded gateway and Grignr was
ledalong a stone pathway bordered by plush vegitation lustfully enhanced by
the moon's shimmering rays. Upon reaching the palace the group was granted
entrance, and after several minutes of explanation, led through several
winding corridors to a richly draped chamber.
Confronting the group was a short stocky man seated upona golden
throne. Tapestries of richly draped regal blue silk covered all walls of
the chamber, while the steps leading to the throne were plated with
sparkling white ivory. The man upon the throne had a naked wench seated at
each of his arms, and a trusted advisor seated in back of him. At each
cornwr of the chamber a guard stood at attention, with upraised pikes
supported in their hands, golden chainmail adorning their torso's and
barred helmets emitting scarlet plumes enshrouding their heads. The man
rose from his throne to the dias surrounding it. His plush turquois robe
dangled loosely from his chuncky frame.
The soldiers surrounding Grignr fell to their knees with heads bowed
to the stone masonry of the floor in fearful dignity to their sovereign,
leige.
"Explain the purpose of this intrusion upon my chateau!"
"Your sirenity, resplendent in noble grandeur, we have brought this
yokel before you (the soldier gestured toward Grignr) for the redress or
your all knowing wisdon in judgement regarding his fate."
"Down on your knees, lout, and pay proper homage to your sovereign!"
commanded the pudgy noble of Grignr.
"By the surly beard of Mrifk, Grignr kneels to no man!" scowled the
massive barbarian.
"You dare to deal this blasphemous act to me! You are indeed brave
stranger, yet your valor smacks of foolishness."
"I find you to be the only fool, sitting upon your pompous throne,
enhancing the rolling flabs of your belly in the midst of your elaborate
luxuryand ..." The soldier standing at Grignr's side smote him heavily in
the face with the flat of his sword, cutting short the harsh words and
knocking his battered helmet to the masonry with an echo-ing clang.
The paunchy noble's sagging round face flushed suddenly pale, then
pastily lit up to a lustrous cherry red radiance. His lips trembled with
malicious rage, while emitting a muffled sibilant gibberish. His sagging
flabs rolled like a tub of upset jelly, then compressed as he sucked in his
gut in an attempt to conceal his softness.
The prince regained his statue, then spoke to the soldiers surrounding