"K. D. Wentworth - Hallah Iron-Thighs and the Five Unseemly Sorrows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wentworth K D)

matter how crazy you are or how much you deserve it."



"I shall be the Harem Boy, staked out for sacrifice by a Cruel Eunuch. You can be the dragon," the first
voice continued eagerly. "You can drop down from the sky and have your wayтАФ"



"I am a dragon," the vulture/camel voice broke in petulantly.



"All the better!" the human cried. "Chain me to the wall here. Just a few linksтАФplease! You know you
want to!"



Gerta and I gave each other a startled look. Was this one of the missing princes, or an insane goatherd
escaped from being locked down in his family's root cellar? I slipped a dagger between my teeth and
motioned for Gerta to follow me up the slope.



Inside the cave, shadows danced upon the wall, distorted and huge. A large bonfire was burning just a
few feet away. A dusky pink dragon, about the size of a mastiff, sat turning a spit full of squash and
eggplant.



Gerta shuddered. "By the gods, I hate zucchini!"



"Shut up!" I whispered, craning my head for a better look.



"If you don't want to play Harem Boy, then how aboutтАФ"
"Oh, give it a rest!" another voice, also male, broke in. "If he doesn't want to play, I'll chain you up again
myself."



"You are both vile, despicable knaves!" a third voice put in, full of ringing overtones. "Though I will not
live to bask in poor sweet Merrydot's presence again, I thank all the powers that ever were she will not
be exposed to your depravity."