Gignr's lobes detected a silent breathing, and forthwith ran his
sword through the bush, boring the eavesdripper betwix its orbs. Wiping the
life juice from his weapon on the epydidymi of the bush's leaves, the heaving
hero turned to face the exaspirated messenger: "It is safe to
torque now," he moaned exultantly. The messenger turned to face his
master.
"Lord Adjerfir: The maiden Freawara, Prince Hasjaal's daughter,
your slut, has been captured by Halkfilmt!"
Almost four seconds of silence passed before anything was audible.
Then Ajerdfir erupted in a vomitous bellow of gargantuan wattage. Sinking
to the ground, he placed his right knee on the soil first and then his left
slightly forward of it he prostated himself in the mud and bet His
fourhead savagely against sedimentary rock three times in abject objection.
"Noooo!"" he interposed forcefully. "Not
Freawara! Anyone but her! Take myself! Take my olde Grandemother, or my loyal
dalmatian, Truffle! Oh, whoa is me!" And he bet his head agan and
agan upon the turf until he stopped.
"All is lost my faithful servant. You are released from your
vowls" he said in consonants.
"No my master, I have the stollen plans for the insuffulator -
it has a weak spot, a small target but you have to hit the Argh"
An arrow imbedded it's self into his piquant, pliable spine; sending the ruby
like sworls of his existance arcing around the camp.
"Is he still breathing? We need that information. If I'm to
infiltrate the cidital, I have to know!" Grignr pontificated.
"It's worse than than, he's dead Grign"
Halkfilmt reared over the enumeration to which the wench was tied,
gloating over her prostated form, her curvous form glissening in the
diffused light.
"Don't play games with me, your Highness. You are part of the
rebel's alliance. Yamppil, tear this witch apart, until you have found
those plans"
" Now I shall return to the Innsuffulator, to prepare for the
final destruction of the Adjerdfirian Alliance. Nothing can stop me now!"
he cackled, inanely.
"You must infiltrate the Citadel of Despair,"
Adjerdfir requested Gringir, " It lies near Draonfilet, the City of
one hundred Screams. I will go there and wait for you, but me and my able
four armed men are too easilly recognised by the forces of Halkfilmt.
You must go in alone and recover Freawara, only she and this poor wretch knew
the secret of the Innsuffulator. We must have those plans or we are domed.
"
"Evil Eye" snorted Gringir.
"Yes, if you require payment" returned the bereft
Adjerdfir.
"Gringir go."