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

"It's just thatтАФ" She swallowed hard, then straightened her spine. "You are showing your legs so freely,
both of you. I've never seen such a blatant display of the Second of the Five Unseemly SorrowsтАФa
Vulgar Woman."



Gerta's chair slammed down on the floor just as her dagger bit into the table.



The princess flinched.



"I'm beginning to think all this so-called Unseemly stuff everyone keeps talking about only involves
women." Gerta leaned across the table, palms down, and glared. "Tell me that I'm wrong."



"That would be untrue," she said primly. "We recognize Five Unseemly Sorrows in all." Princess
Merrydot ticked them off on her fingers. "An Immodest Woman, a Vulgar Woman, a Bold Woman, a
Rude Woman, and a Tall Woman."



"HowтАФinteresting."
I've seen grown men faint at the sight of that particularly feral gleam in Gerta's eye, but to her credit, the
princess pulled out the bench opposite Gerta and sat down. "I am in desperate need of having at least
one of my fianc├йs rescued, and none of my father's guard are willing to go after them. My bridal shower
is this afternoon, the wedding is tomorrow, and there simply isn't a bridegroom in sight. Then I saw you
two and . . ."



I motioned to Gerta to hold her tongue. "And?"



"And you're so big," she blurted, then rushed on at the sight of our grim expressions. "Or should I say tall
, taller than any of the men in our guard. You see, one must be related to our family to serve in the royal
guard and Pap is quiteтАФ" She hesitated, looked around, then whispered, "Untall."



"Lot of that going around," Gerta muttered darkly and returned her attention to the dregs of the dreadful
ale.



I held my tankard out for the little barmaid to refill. "So whatтАФexactlyтАФmakes you think a dragon is