Thursday, March 3, 2016

Around Again It Comes--Part 20

Mansemat regarded the Guards worriedly.  "Intruders, you say?"

"Almost certainly, Your Magnificence," said Hymir with a nod.  "Not many, but some.  Might be how they got in."

The Dark Lord bit his lip.  "That... wouldn't make much difference.  There are... wards, and the like that should tell us about any such intruders.  Wards upon wards, really.  Some new, and some very old."  He shook his head.  "This should not be possible."

"Well, sir, it is happening," answered the Jotun.  "So it is."

"Indeed," agreed Mansemat.  "Call up the rest of the guards..."

Hymir coughed.  "Well, sir, most of them are in..."

"Call them up," said Mansemat, rolling his eyes.

"They will likely be hungo--" continued the Jotun.

Mansemat looked the Ogre levelly in the eyes.  "Call them up."

"Of course, sir," said Hymir quietly.

"Excellent."  Mansemat turned, and headed for the door of the room.  "Meet me when they get here." 

As soon as he was gone, Sindri regarded Hymir. "Wow, I'm amazed you handled the Dark Lord being all... Dark Lord so well."

"Used to it," said the Jotun.  "Joined under his father.  In Shaddad's conversations like that, man likely to wind up hanging by thumbs.  Lord Mansemat is infinitely preferable."

"Well, that makes sense," agreed Sindri.  He glanced at his thumbs and shuddered.

No comments:

Post a Comment