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

"J-just look at them!" he sputtered. "They are coarse, vulgar, rude, tall, completely immodest, nay,
evenтАФ" he lowered his voice "тАФbold! Altogether Unseemly in every way! You must not sully your royal
ears by discoursing with such!"



"Really?" She tapped a manicured finger against her lovely chin. "Perhaps even bold enough to rescue our
fianc├й?"
"Which one?" Gerta asked loudly, then snorted.



"The lack of a royal bridegroom is a great national tragedy," Major Duero said. "I will thank you not to
make light of it."



"Why, all of them, of course," Princess Merrydot said.



Gerta slapped her knee and doubled over with the effort not to laugh. "Won't that make it a bit hard to
honor your obligations, there being three of them?"



"Besides that," I said, giving Gerta a hard look, "what makes you think any of them are still alive? I mean,
dragonsтАФnot that I'm admitting there is such a thingтАФare not known for the quality of their mercy."



"Well . . ." The princess stared at her demurely folded hands. "We know poor Prince Tristin is alive, as
well as Prince Adelbert, becauseтАФ" Her face went pink as the finest Findlebrotian dust. "We recognize
their voices every night when the flames appear and the screaming starts."



"You did a bit of screaming together before they disappeared then?" I asked conversationally.
"Auditioning the little rascals, perhaps?"



She stiffened. "They shoutedтАФa little. We only listened." She picked an imaginary bit of lint off her lace
overdress. "Obviously, We cannot discuss such a sensitive matter of state here. Meet Us down the road
at the Inn of the Five Unseemly Sorrows in a hour."



I frowned. "I smell a ploy to get us out of the castle without collecting our lawful fee."