Castle Spellbound

Начало книги

Once upon a time, in a great enchanted castle far, far away, there lived two apprentice magicians, Thorsby and Fetchen by name.

They liked to party.

Drinking and wenching were their chief avocations, magic being merely something they had to do to earn their keep. Mediocre sorcerers, they were quite adept at procrastination. In fact, at the craft of inventing excuses to take longer than was necessary to accomplish their appointed tasks, and in the fine art of goldbricking in general, they were past masters.

And they were continually being called on the carpet for it.

"Miserable wastrels!"

Thorsby looked up from his gin rummy hand. "Sorry, Spellmaster. What was it you said?"

"Stand to attention!"

Thorsby and Fetchen shot to their feet. Cards fluttered to the oaken floor.

"Turn around!"

Spellmaster Grosmond clasped his hands behind his back and paced back and forth in front of them, dressing them up and down with dark, close-set hawk's-eyes. He didn't like what he saw.

Читать дальше →