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That damnable meal had caused his intestines to bulge and as the gases
began their all-consuming course, he squated over one of the holes in the
floor. The floor was some variety of oak and the hole was lined in marble
exquisitely etched with scenes from some Graecan tragedy. Even as he
wondered at the scene of a young man-boy fighting a woman with snakes in
her head, he felt his lower regions release the refuse of his body. After
cleaning himself he returned to the business at hand: Dragon slaying.
~~Now, where did that fellow go?~~ he thought to himself. Upon leaving the lavatory he bumped into a servant-boy. He seemed no more than a child, yet there was a gleam in his eye. "Boy," called out Frederigo. "Where can I find the Dragon?" "You talking to me?" asked the child. "Wow, no one EVER talks to me... gosh, I am so totally overwhelmed, I mean...it's been two fortnights since anyone even looked at me....not since that foreigner from the Hespan Archipelago; and it wasn't my fault that he fell down the stairs onto his own sword...no siree bob....it's not like I'm a jinx, no, nope, not at all...did I say jinx? I meant to say......." And the servant talked and talked and talked and talked........... Finally after relieveing himself a second time, picking up a cup of mead from a passing beerkeep, and getting the address of a red-headed maiden from Tyre, Fred got exasperated. "Will you PLEASE shut up!" he yelled. The boy seemed not to hear and continued his monologue. Fred, for his part went to look for the dragon himself.
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