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his rodent nakedness with his cavalier’s hat.
“At least the giant Dog-Rat had a sense of decency, in the presence of a lady,” she thought.
The rodent’s black, popping, beady eyes regarded Blodwyn with curious hostility.
‘Please forgive my intrusion Noble Sir,’ says Blodwyn in a voice all sweetness and light; accompanied by the most theatrical of curtsies. ‘I could not help but admire your skillful swordsmanship and etiquette – not forgetting your masterly performances of the Bard – Shakespeare.’
These excessive compliments took the Dog-Rat by surprise and seemed to take a while to sink into the rodent’s brain. The large rodent took two steps closer – the musky dog-rat odor stronger now.
Lowering the sharp glinting sword, the rodent saluted Blodwyn. However, she noticed the Dog-Rat never once took its popping, black, glinting, rodent eyes off her!
A short awkward silence: while the creature looked Blodwyn over. She knew she had to keep the Dog-Rat off balance, with feminine charm.
‘What fine amour and sword,’ Blodwyn says with exaggerated admiration.
Blodwyn’s compliments aroused the rodent’s macho needs to boast. ‘I killed over fifty brothers and half brothers for ownership – don’t you know!’ the Dog-Rat answers.
‘Really!’ Blodwyn replies: with am-dram, wide-eyed admiration.
‘Yea – killed and ate every man Jack – says I,’ responds the Dog-Rat.
This information was bad news! ‘How marvelous!’ exclaims Blodwyn.
‘You say marvelous – heroic says I,’ answers the Dog-Rat. ‘Red meat is scarce on Rilla – we cannot waste it.’
‘Indeed not,’ she answers, ‘what a good idea to eat your own family!’
Blodwyn felt the Dog-Rat’s black beady eyes studying – assessing her! Blodwyn watched a large flea scurry across the Dog-Rat’s nose unmolested. She wondered if this large, repulsive rodent before her was indeed a ‘harmless’ Rill or another species – damn that lying cow Myfanwy!
Blodwyn did not trust this giant rodent, despite all its fine manners. “A dog rat is always a dog rat,” she reminded herself. She also began to wonder if it had been wise to make herself known to this potentially dangerous rodent! Blodwyn knew she had to keep the giant rat’s mind occupied with flattery. ‘You speak so eloquently, Noble Sir.’
‘Ah, the King’s English,’ answers the Dog Rat, then with a snigger. ‘Every time a Terasil speaks on Earth a brother rat is listening – learning, becoming wiser, harder to catch – don’t you know?’
Blodwyn had to find out discreetly, if this creature was indeed a Rill .
‘And how did you ‘ Rills’ become so big – so strong?’ Blodwyn asks.
‘Thin air of the moon favours large lungs – which in turn favour a large body to contain them – and a large body, is in need of a large stomach! Says I.’
The Dog-Rat was a Rill ! But were the Rills the butchers? ‘And a large stomach – demands a large amount of red meat!’ Blodwyn adds.
‘Indeed,’ answers the Dog - Rill. ‘I would wager a penny to a pinch of snuff you be a serving-wench or perchance a street walker!’ Blodwyn felt like laughing out loud: but retorted sternly. ‘Certainly not – I am a simple but decent young lady – with an honest trade Sir – working the land.’
‘Simple … says you…. simple-minded, perchance wonders I?’ The Dog-Rill smirks. ‘Simple as in ordinary,’ explains Blodwyn, ‘but sharp-witted enough Sir – to bandy words with anyone.’
‘Were you sucked into an Energy Band by grievous misfortune? Are you wounded – hurt from the fall – mayhap?’ the Dog-Rill enquires.
‘Not at all,’ replies Blodwyn confidently, picking up her staff again. ‘I feel just fine.’ Blodwyn did a little jig to prove her point. ‘Two Lings accompanied me – controlling my speed – and fall!’
‘Lings!’ the Dog-Rill repeats. ‘Lings be Change-lings – venomous when vexed!’
‘Absolutely,’ replies
“At least the giant Dog-Rat had a sense of decency, in the presence of a lady,” she thought.
The rodent’s black, popping, beady eyes regarded Blodwyn with curious hostility.
‘Please forgive my intrusion Noble Sir,’ says Blodwyn in a voice all sweetness and light; accompanied by the most theatrical of curtsies. ‘I could not help but admire your skillful swordsmanship and etiquette – not forgetting your masterly performances of the Bard – Shakespeare.’
These excessive compliments took the Dog-Rat by surprise and seemed to take a while to sink into the rodent’s brain. The large rodent took two steps closer – the musky dog-rat odor stronger now.
Lowering the sharp glinting sword, the rodent saluted Blodwyn. However, she noticed the Dog-Rat never once took its popping, black, glinting, rodent eyes off her!
A short awkward silence: while the creature looked Blodwyn over. She knew she had to keep the Dog-Rat off balance, with feminine charm.
‘What fine amour and sword,’ Blodwyn says with exaggerated admiration.
Blodwyn’s compliments aroused the rodent’s macho needs to boast. ‘I killed over fifty brothers and half brothers for ownership – don’t you know!’ the Dog-Rat answers.
‘Really!’ Blodwyn replies: with am-dram, wide-eyed admiration.
‘Yea – killed and ate every man Jack – says I,’ responds the Dog-Rat.
This information was bad news! ‘How marvelous!’ exclaims Blodwyn.
‘You say marvelous – heroic says I,’ answers the Dog-Rat. ‘Red meat is scarce on Rilla – we cannot waste it.’
‘Indeed not,’ she answers, ‘what a good idea to eat your own family!’
Blodwyn felt the Dog-Rat’s black beady eyes studying – assessing her! Blodwyn watched a large flea scurry across the Dog-Rat’s nose unmolested. She wondered if this large, repulsive rodent before her was indeed a ‘harmless’ Rill or another species – damn that lying cow Myfanwy!
Blodwyn did not trust this giant rodent, despite all its fine manners. “A dog rat is always a dog rat,” she reminded herself. She also began to wonder if it had been wise to make herself known to this potentially dangerous rodent! Blodwyn knew she had to keep the giant rat’s mind occupied with flattery. ‘You speak so eloquently, Noble Sir.’
‘Ah, the King’s English,’ answers the Dog Rat, then with a snigger. ‘Every time a Terasil speaks on Earth a brother rat is listening – learning, becoming wiser, harder to catch – don’t you know?’
Blodwyn had to find out discreetly, if this creature was indeed a Rill .
‘And how did you ‘ Rills’ become so big – so strong?’ Blodwyn asks.
‘Thin air of the moon favours large lungs – which in turn favour a large body to contain them – and a large body, is in need of a large stomach! Says I.’
The Dog-Rat was a Rill ! But were the Rills the butchers? ‘And a large stomach – demands a large amount of red meat!’ Blodwyn adds.
‘Indeed,’ answers the Dog - Rill. ‘I would wager a penny to a pinch of snuff you be a serving-wench or perchance a street walker!’ Blodwyn felt like laughing out loud: but retorted sternly. ‘Certainly not – I am a simple but decent young lady – with an honest trade Sir – working the land.’
‘Simple … says you…. simple-minded, perchance wonders I?’ The Dog-Rill smirks. ‘Simple as in ordinary,’ explains Blodwyn, ‘but sharp-witted enough Sir – to bandy words with anyone.’
‘Were you sucked into an Energy Band by grievous misfortune? Are you wounded – hurt from the fall – mayhap?’ the Dog-Rill enquires.
‘Not at all,’ replies Blodwyn confidently, picking up her staff again. ‘I feel just fine.’ Blodwyn did a little jig to prove her point. ‘Two Lings accompanied me – controlling my speed – and fall!’
‘Lings!’ the Dog-Rill repeats. ‘Lings be Change-lings – venomous when vexed!’
‘Absolutely,’ replies
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