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Authors: Alexey Glushanovsky
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his fingers slightly. The wizard began to gasp again and Oleg turned politely to the girl with an oddly chivalrous expression: ‘Allow me to inquire as to your name, O splendid young lady?’
The girl evidently took his joke absolutely seriously. She drew herself up, flashed her eyes and announced proudly: ‘I am Ataletta, crown princess of Fenrian, Grand Duchess Browdvar. I command you to release Albert at once!’
Oleg smirked.
‘So his name is Albert?’ He shook the lad slightly. ‘Well, well. But no more commands.’ Oleg gave the wizard another shake. ‘And if you can’t find a good reason within five minutes why I should leave his head on his shoulders and not add it to my collection of the most stupid heads in the Universe, then this part of his body, which is of absolutely no use to him, will be forever separated from the rest of his organs.’ Of course Oleg had no such thing as a collection of heads, but they couldn’t know that.
Having uttered this tirade, Oleg looked triumphantly at the dispirited teenagers. His rage had already abated somewhat and he quietly made up his mind that so long as the couple didn’t do anything stupid, like attacking him, he wouldn’t kill Albert. It seemed a far better idea to take a handsome ransom for him instead (Oleg strongly suspected there would be money in this world, or something no less important than money was on his own world), and recite some spell over him which would remove any possibility of him using magic in the future – he’d quite often come across such spells in “his” Book.
‘Well, I’m waiting for an explanation.’ Oleg looked threateningly at the girl.
‘He’s not stupid, well, at least, not so stupid,’ she stuttered, her little voice trembling with fear.
‘What?’ Oleg had been prepared for tears, pleas, excuses, attempts at bribery – and he was planning to go for the latter – but not at all for this démarche to defend the wizard’s mental capacities. But the young princess’s next phrase gave all the clarification he needed.
‘Don’t put him in your collection. He may have made a mistake, but he’s not really that stupid. That is, in your collection you probably have the really, really stupid …. And he’s not like that…’
Oleg held back his laughter with difficulty. His face contorted from the exertion. Ataletta noticed, and evidently taking his spasm of stifled laughter for an evil grimace, a precursor to ripping the wizard to shreds, she quickly played her last trump: ‘He can read! His head would spoil your whole collection!’
Oleg could bear it no longer. His roaring laugh shook the stone walls of the cellar (Oleg could tell he was in a cellar by the smell. And anyhow, where else would you practise black magic?).
‘Spoil it, you say?’ he asked when he’d got his breath back.
‘Yes, spoil it.’ The girl nodded more boldly, apparently deciding that if the demon had had a good laugh he was getting kinder. And in fact, in a way, she was right.
‘Would you be so kind as to let Albert go?’ Catching Oleg’s amazed look, she quickly corrected herself: ‘Well, at least, let him go for now. Temporarily… so he can breathe properly. After all, you’re not about to kill him right here and now, are you? It really isn’t his fault. I talked him into invoking a demon.’
Oleg smirked and looked her over carefully. The crown princess of Fenrian, Grand Duchess Browdvar and so on and so forth, was a seventeen-year-old maiden who still hadn’t shed her teenage angularity and didn’t have the necessary quantity of curves required for a woman. Nevertheless, you could see that in the near future this slip of a girl would become an extremely beautiful young woman. Ataletta was endowed with all the necessities for that. A natural blond, not too tall, her figure was pretty even though not yet fully formed, a slim waist and pleasant facial features, which nevertheless showed slight imperfections, would not stop
The girl evidently took his joke absolutely seriously. She drew herself up, flashed her eyes and announced proudly: ‘I am Ataletta, crown princess of Fenrian, Grand Duchess Browdvar. I command you to release Albert at once!’
Oleg smirked.
‘So his name is Albert?’ He shook the lad slightly. ‘Well, well. But no more commands.’ Oleg gave the wizard another shake. ‘And if you can’t find a good reason within five minutes why I should leave his head on his shoulders and not add it to my collection of the most stupid heads in the Universe, then this part of his body, which is of absolutely no use to him, will be forever separated from the rest of his organs.’ Of course Oleg had no such thing as a collection of heads, but they couldn’t know that.
Having uttered this tirade, Oleg looked triumphantly at the dispirited teenagers. His rage had already abated somewhat and he quietly made up his mind that so long as the couple didn’t do anything stupid, like attacking him, he wouldn’t kill Albert. It seemed a far better idea to take a handsome ransom for him instead (Oleg strongly suspected there would be money in this world, or something no less important than money was on his own world), and recite some spell over him which would remove any possibility of him using magic in the future – he’d quite often come across such spells in “his” Book.
‘Well, I’m waiting for an explanation.’ Oleg looked threateningly at the girl.
‘He’s not stupid, well, at least, not so stupid,’ she stuttered, her little voice trembling with fear.
‘What?’ Oleg had been prepared for tears, pleas, excuses, attempts at bribery – and he was planning to go for the latter – but not at all for this démarche to defend the wizard’s mental capacities. But the young princess’s next phrase gave all the clarification he needed.
‘Don’t put him in your collection. He may have made a mistake, but he’s not really that stupid. That is, in your collection you probably have the really, really stupid …. And he’s not like that…’
Oleg held back his laughter with difficulty. His face contorted from the exertion. Ataletta noticed, and evidently taking his spasm of stifled laughter for an evil grimace, a precursor to ripping the wizard to shreds, she quickly played her last trump: ‘He can read! His head would spoil your whole collection!’
Oleg could bear it no longer. His roaring laugh shook the stone walls of the cellar (Oleg could tell he was in a cellar by the smell. And anyhow, where else would you practise black magic?).
‘Spoil it, you say?’ he asked when he’d got his breath back.
‘Yes, spoil it.’ The girl nodded more boldly, apparently deciding that if the demon had had a good laugh he was getting kinder. And in fact, in a way, she was right.
‘Would you be so kind as to let Albert go?’ Catching Oleg’s amazed look, she quickly corrected herself: ‘Well, at least, let him go for now. Temporarily… so he can breathe properly. After all, you’re not about to kill him right here and now, are you? It really isn’t his fault. I talked him into invoking a demon.’
Oleg smirked and looked her over carefully. The crown princess of Fenrian, Grand Duchess Browdvar and so on and so forth, was a seventeen-year-old maiden who still hadn’t shed her teenage angularity and didn’t have the necessary quantity of curves required for a woman. Nevertheless, you could see that in the near future this slip of a girl would become an extremely beautiful young woman. Ataletta was endowed with all the necessities for that. A natural blond, not too tall, her figure was pretty even though not yet fully formed, a slim waist and pleasant facial features, which nevertheless showed slight imperfections, would not stop
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