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

"Put a sock in it, Rum-Punch!" the other two said in unison. Someone giggled. There was the sound of a
brief scuffle.



Stranger and stranger. I slid my back along the rough wall, Gerta at my heels. Fifty feet beyond the
dragon, three figures moved in the shadows and light gleamed off a quantity of metal. A pile of treasure
caskets lay nearby.



"Besides, you've already had your turn, Bertie," the voice continued. "I want to play Cabin Boy, the
victim of desperate Pirates. You can be the Pirate King and lash me to the mast!"



The dragon sighed, then tested a winter squash with an extended claw.



I straightened up, stepped into the light, and cleared my throat. All four figures froze, the three humans,
and the dragon as well. "Princes Tristin, Adelbert, and Rumkin, I presume?"



"Thank goodness you've come!" the diminutive dragon said. "I thought these three were going to eat me
out of house and home."



A handsome young man darted forward, hair brown as mahogany, eyes green as the first leaves of
spring. "Mind your tongue, dragon. No one asked your opinion!"



The dragon removed a steaming eggplant from the spit. "You will take them away, won't you?" it said to
me plaintively.



I hefted Esmeralda. "You will permit it?"



The dragon rolled its golden eyes. "I will positively dance for joy. Name your price, old thing. I'd pay all I
have to be rid of them!"



"You weren't torturing them?"