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I wonder where I stored the old piece, mused Naupt. I believe it is in the
cupboard beside the entrance to the dungeons.
Naupt ran off, to return with a dusty old double-handled cup, of fair size,
pale blue in color.
Madouc noticed that the rim was marred by a small chipped place, and that it
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otherwise resembled the drawing she had seen in the library at Haidion. She
said: If I were you, Sir Pom-Pom, I would accept this old cup and not dither
any longer, even though it is old and chipped, and of no value whatever.
Sir Pom-Pom took the chalice in trembling hands. I suppose it will serve me
well enough.
Good, said Pasm. This affair of gifts and giving is now at an end, and we
must take up other matters.
Posm called to Naupt: Have you prepared a bill of damages?
Not yet, Your Honour!
You must include charges for the time we have wasted with the Princess Madouc
and Travante the
Sage. Sir Pom-Pom brought an article of value; both Madouc and Travante tried
to befuddle us with talk and nonsense!
They must pay the penalty for their deceit!
Posm said: Put the onions into the pot and prepare the kitchen for our work.
Madouc licked her lips nervously, and spoke in a faltering voice: You cannot
be planning what I
suspect you are planning!
Hah batasta! declared Pism. Your suspicions may not fall short of the
truth!
But we are your guests!
And no less savory for all of that, especially with our special seasoning, of
ramp and horseradish.
Pasm said: Before we proceed with our work, perhaps we should enjoy a draught
or two from our golden vessel of plenty.
A good idea, said Posm.
Sir Pom-Pom rose to his feet. I will demonstrate the best method of pouring.
Naupt, bring tankards of large size! Pism, Pasm and Posm wish to drink deep of
the stuff they love the best!
Just so, said Pasm. Naupt, bring out the great pewter tankards, that we may
enjoy our draughts!
Yes, Your Honour.
Sir Pom-Pom busied himself at the golden vessel. What then will each drink?
Pism said: I will take mead, in plenitude!
Pasm said: As before, I will drink red wine, in copious flow!
Posm said: I crave more of that walloping ale, and let it not all be foam in
the tankard!
Sir Pom-Pom poured from the three spouts, and Naupt carried the tankards to
Throop of the Three
Heads. I bid you, raise your tankards high and drink deep! An amplitude
remains in the vessel.
Ha hah batasta! cried Pasm. One and all: drink deep! Throop s two hands
raised the three tankards, and poured the contents down the throats of Pism,
Pasm and Posm all together.
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Three seconds passed. Pism s great round face turned bright red and his eyes
bulged three inches from his head, while his teeth clattered to the floor.
Pasm s countenance seemed to vibrate and turn upside-down. Posm s face became
as black as coal and red flames darted from his eyes. Throop rose to his feet,
to stand swaying. Within his great belly sounded first a rumble, then a
muffled explosion and Throop fell over backward, in a tumble of unrelated
parts. Travante stepped forward and taking up Throop s massive sword, hacked
the three heads free of the body. Naupt, where are you?
Here, sir!
Take up these three heads and throw them into the fire, at this instant, that
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they may be destroyed.
As you say, sir! Naupt carried the heads to the fireplace and thrust them
into the heart of the flames. Watch to make sure that they are utterly
consumed! said Travante. Now then: are prisoners pent in the dungeons?
No, Your Lordship! Throop ate them all, every one!
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I wonder where I stored the old piece, mused Naupt. I believe it is in the
cupboard beside the entrance to the dungeons.
Naupt ran off, to return with a dusty old double-handled cup, of fair size,
pale blue in color.
Madouc noticed that the rim was marred by a small chipped place, and that it
Page 204
ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html
otherwise resembled the drawing she had seen in the library at Haidion. She
said: If I were you, Sir Pom-Pom, I would accept this old cup and not dither
any longer, even though it is old and chipped, and of no value whatever.
Sir Pom-Pom took the chalice in trembling hands. I suppose it will serve me
well enough.
Good, said Pasm. This affair of gifts and giving is now at an end, and we
must take up other matters.
Posm called to Naupt: Have you prepared a bill of damages?
Not yet, Your Honour!
You must include charges for the time we have wasted with the Princess Madouc
and Travante the
Sage. Sir Pom-Pom brought an article of value; both Madouc and Travante tried
to befuddle us with talk and nonsense!
They must pay the penalty for their deceit!
Posm said: Put the onions into the pot and prepare the kitchen for our work.
Madouc licked her lips nervously, and spoke in a faltering voice: You cannot
be planning what I
suspect you are planning!
Hah batasta! declared Pism. Your suspicions may not fall short of the
truth!
But we are your guests!
And no less savory for all of that, especially with our special seasoning, of
ramp and horseradish.
Pasm said: Before we proceed with our work, perhaps we should enjoy a draught
or two from our golden vessel of plenty.
A good idea, said Posm.
Sir Pom-Pom rose to his feet. I will demonstrate the best method of pouring.
Naupt, bring tankards of large size! Pism, Pasm and Posm wish to drink deep of
the stuff they love the best!
Just so, said Pasm. Naupt, bring out the great pewter tankards, that we may
enjoy our draughts!
Yes, Your Honour.
Sir Pom-Pom busied himself at the golden vessel. What then will each drink?
Pism said: I will take mead, in plenitude!
Pasm said: As before, I will drink red wine, in copious flow!
Posm said: I crave more of that walloping ale, and let it not all be foam in
the tankard!
Sir Pom-Pom poured from the three spouts, and Naupt carried the tankards to
Throop of the Three
Heads. I bid you, raise your tankards high and drink deep! An amplitude
remains in the vessel.
Ha hah batasta! cried Pasm. One and all: drink deep! Throop s two hands
raised the three tankards, and poured the contents down the throats of Pism,
Pasm and Posm all together.
file:///F|/rah/Jack%20Vance/Vance,%20Jack%20-%20Elder%20Isles%203%20-%20Madouc
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Three seconds passed. Pism s great round face turned bright red and his eyes
bulged three inches from his head, while his teeth clattered to the floor.
Pasm s countenance seemed to vibrate and turn upside-down. Posm s face became
as black as coal and red flames darted from his eyes. Throop rose to his feet,
to stand swaying. Within his great belly sounded first a rumble, then a
muffled explosion and Throop fell over backward, in a tumble of unrelated
parts. Travante stepped forward and taking up Throop s massive sword, hacked
the three heads free of the body. Naupt, where are you?
Here, sir!
Take up these three heads and throw them into the fire, at this instant, that
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they may be destroyed.
As you say, sir! Naupt carried the heads to the fireplace and thrust them
into the heart of the flames. Watch to make sure that they are utterly
consumed! said Travante. Now then: are prisoners pent in the dungeons?
No, Your Lordship! Throop ate them all, every one!
In that case there is nothing to delay our going. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]