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

Grignr, his face conforming to an ugly expression of sadistic humor.
"Take this uncouth heathen to the vault of misery, and be sure that
his agonies are long and drawn out before death can release him."
"As you wish sire, your command shall be heeded immediately," answered
the soldier on the right of Grignr as he stared into the barbarians
seemingly unaffected face.
The advisor seated in the back of the noble slowly rose and advanced
to the side of his master, motioning the wenches seated at his sides to
remove themselves. He lowered his head and whispered to the noble.
"Eminence, the punishment you have decreed will cause much misery to
this scum, yet it will last only a short time, then release him to a land
beyond the sufferings of the human body. Why not mellow him in one of the
subterranean vaults for a few days, then send him to life labor in one of
your buried mines. To one such as he, a life spent in the confinement of
the stygian pits will be an infinitely more appropiate and lasting
torture."
The noble cupped his drooping double chin in the folds of his briming
palm, meditating for a moment upon the rationality of the councilor's
word's, then raised his shaggy brown eyebrows and turned toward the
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