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

"Then we will tell everyone that you were tied up like a sausage by choice, playing nasty macho party
games with your two lunatic soul mates here, while poor Merrydot languished in the valley below,
doomed to go to her grave a virgin."



He paled. "But that would be a damnable lie!"
"So it would," I said affably, "and, for the record, Gerta and I are quite good at lying. We've had lots of
practice."



He ran spread fingers through his sandy hair. "But it all sounds soтАФdishonorable, so downright
unseemly."



Gerta nodded sagely. "He's just the man to help rule Findlebrot," she said in a stage whisper.



"So, Prince Rumkin," I said, "what will it be?"



Prince Tristin dropped to his knees. "Rum-Punch, play the hero, please! My father would kill me if he
ever found out what I'd been up to. He frowns on the whole concept of harem boys. He'd marry me to
someone even worse than Merrydot in a second!"



"Me too," said Adelbert. "I promise we'll back you up every step of the way, have songs sung in your
honor, make feasts in your name." His lower lip quivered.



"And there's always the chance that Merrydot will chose one of these scoundrels over you," I said, "all
things being equal."



Rumkin scuffed his boot in the pink dust. "Oh, all right," he said in a low voice.



"Say, old things, on your way out," the dragon said, "could you dump those ridiculous chains down the
nearest ravine? I can't look at them another second. They're so incredibly tacky."

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