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

down there is a sodding bore!"
"Mmmnph!" someone said from the deepest shadows. "Mmmmnphhhh!"



"What's that?" I said.



"Oh, that's just Rum-Punch," the first prince said. "He can't talk very well at the moment. He has a sock
in his mouth."



I scowled. "Well, take it out!"



Upon his release, a red-faced Prince Rumkin hastened forward. He was shorter than the other two,
rounder of face, with soft myopic gray eyes. "Arrest these two wretches!" he cried. "They are traitors to
my beloved Merrydot! When they saw I would not be coaxed into running away, as they both had, they
knocked me on the head and kidnapped me. They wished to stop Findlebrot's alliance to my father's
kingdom, even though either one of them could have wed Merrydot themselves and prevented it."



"Bummer," I said.



"You don't know what I've suffered." He glared at them. "Having to watch their sordid little games night
after night, while poor Merrydot was doomed to pass her sixteenth birthday unwed and die an old
maid."



"There, there," Gerta said awkwardly, because there seemed nothing else useful to say.



"Gosh," I said, "what to do, what to do?" I stared off into space helpfully. "The lovely Merrydot must
have her prince, and soon, but she only needs one." Adelbert and Tristin hung their heads. The dragon
munched thoughtfully on a roasted zucchini.



"Wait!" cried Gerta. "I am getting an idea!" She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Give me a minute!"