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.Before anyone could answer, Flower-in-the-Night performed her part in the plan by bursting out fromamong the other princesses and throwing herself gracefully down on the steps of the throne. Havemercy, great djinn! she cried out. He only came to rescue me! Dalzel laughed contemptuously. Then the fellow s a fool.I shall throw him straight back to earth. Do that, great djinn, and I shall never leave you in peace! Flower-in-the-Night declared.She was not acting.She really meant it.Dalzel knew she did.A shiver ran through his narrow, palebody, and his gold-taloned fingers gripped the arms of the throne.But his eyes still flamed with rage. Ishall do what I want! he trumpeted. Then desire to be merciful! cried Flower-in-the-Night. Give him at least a chance! Be quiet, woman! trumpeted Dalzel. I haven t decided yet.I want to know how he managed to get inhere first. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Disguised as the cook s dog, of course, said Princess Beatrice. And quite naked when he turned into a man! said the Princess of Alberia. Shocking business, said Princess Beatrice. We had to put him in the Paragon s petticoat. Bring him closer, commanded Dalzel.Princess Beatrice and her assistant lugged Abdullah toward the steps of the throne, Abdullah walkingwith little mincing steps that he hoped the djinns would put down to the petticoat.The reason, in fact, wasthat the third thing under the petticoat was Jamal s dog.It was gripped rather firmly between Abdullah sknees in case it escaped.This part of the plan made it necessary to be minus one dog, and none of theprincesses had trusted Dalzel not to send Hasruel looking for it and prove that everyone was lying.Dalzel glared down at Abdullah, and Abdullah hoped very much that Dalzel truly had almost no powersof his own.Hasruel had called his brother weak.But it occurred to Abdullah that even a weakdjinn wasseveral times stronger than a man. You came here as a dog? Dalzel trumpeted. How? By magic, great djinn, Abdullah said.He had intended to make a detailed explanation at this point, butunder the Paragon s petticoat, a hidden struggle was developing.Jamal s dog turned out to hate djinnseven more than it hated most of the human race.It wanted to go for Dalzel. I disguised myself as thedog of your cook, Abdullah began to explain.At this point Jamal s dog became so eager to go forDalzel that Abdullah was afraid it would get loose.He was forced to grip his knees together tighter yet.The dog s response was a huge, snarling growl. Your pardon! panted Abdullah.Sweat was standingon his brow. I am still so much of a dog that I cannot refrain from growling from time to time. Flower-in-the-Night recognized that Abdullah was having problems and burst into lamentations. Omost noble prince! To suffer the shape of a dog for my sake! Spare him, noble djinn! Spare him! Be quiet, woman, said Dalzel. Where is that cook? Bring him forward. Jamal was dragged forward by the Princess of Farqtan and the Heiress of Thayack, wringing his handsand cringing. Honored djinn, it was nothing to do with me, I swear! Jamal wailed. Do not hurt me! Inever knew he was not a real dog! Abdullah could have sworn that Jamal was in a state of true terror.Maybe he was, but he had the presence of mind, all the same, to pat Abdullah on the head. Nice dog, he said. Good fellow. After that he fell down and groveled on the steps of the throne in the manner ofZanzib. I am innocent, great one! he blubbered. Innocent! Harm me not! The dog was soothed by its master s voice.Its growls stopped.Abdullah was able to relax his knees alittle. I am innocent, too, O collector of royal maidens, he said. I came only to rescue the one I love.You must surely feel kindly toward my devotion, since you love so many princesses yourself! Dalzel rubbed his chin in a perplexed way. Love? he said. No, I can t say I understand love.I can tunderstand howanything could make someone put himself in your position, mortal. Hasruel, squatting vast and dark beside the throne, grinned more meanly than ever. What do you wantme to do with the creature, brother? he rumbled. Roast him? Extract his soul and make it part of thefloor? Take him apart? No, no! Be merciful, great Dalzel! Flower-in-the-Night promptly cried out. Give him at least a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlchance! If you do, I will never ask you questions, or complain, or lecture you again.I will be meek andpolite! Dalzel grasped his chin again and looked uncertain.Abdullah felt much relieved.Dalzel was indeed aweakdjinn weak in character, anyway. If I were to give him a chance he began. If you ll take my advice, brother, Hasruel cut in, you won t.He s tricky, this one. At this Flower-in-the-Night raised another great wail and beat her breast.Abdullah cried out through thenoise, Let me try to guess where you hid your brother s life, great Dalzel.If I fail to guess, kill me.If Iguess right, let me depart in peace. This amused Dalzel highly.His mouth opened, showing pointed silvery teeth, and his laughter rangaround the cloudy hall like a fanfare of trumpets. But you ll never guess, little mortal! he said as helaughed.Then, as the princesses had repeatedly assured Abdullah, Dalzel was unable to resist givinghints. I ve hidden that life so cleverly, he said gleefully, that you can look at it and not see it.Hasruelcan t see it, and he is a djinn.So what hope have you? But I think for the fun of it I will give you threeguesses before I kill you.Guess away.Wherehave I hidden my brother s life? Abdullah shot a swift look at Hasruel in case Hasruel decided to interfere.But Hasruel was simplysquatting there, looking inscrutable.So far the plan was succeeding.It was in Hasruel s interest not tointerfere.Abdullah had been counting on that.He took a firmer grip on the dog with his knees andhitched at the Paragon s petticoat, while he pretended to think.What he was really doing was jogging thegenie bottle. For my first guess, great djinn& he said, and stared at the floor as if the green porphyrymight inspire him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Before anyone could answer, Flower-in-the-Night performed her part in the plan by bursting out fromamong the other princesses and throwing herself gracefully down on the steps of the throne. Havemercy, great djinn! she cried out. He only came to rescue me! Dalzel laughed contemptuously. Then the fellow s a fool.I shall throw him straight back to earth. Do that, great djinn, and I shall never leave you in peace! Flower-in-the-Night declared.She was not acting.She really meant it.Dalzel knew she did.A shiver ran through his narrow, palebody, and his gold-taloned fingers gripped the arms of the throne.But his eyes still flamed with rage. Ishall do what I want! he trumpeted. Then desire to be merciful! cried Flower-in-the-Night. Give him at least a chance! Be quiet, woman! trumpeted Dalzel. I haven t decided yet.I want to know how he managed to get inhere first. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html Disguised as the cook s dog, of course, said Princess Beatrice. And quite naked when he turned into a man! said the Princess of Alberia. Shocking business, said Princess Beatrice. We had to put him in the Paragon s petticoat. Bring him closer, commanded Dalzel.Princess Beatrice and her assistant lugged Abdullah toward the steps of the throne, Abdullah walkingwith little mincing steps that he hoped the djinns would put down to the petticoat.The reason, in fact, wasthat the third thing under the petticoat was Jamal s dog.It was gripped rather firmly between Abdullah sknees in case it escaped.This part of the plan made it necessary to be minus one dog, and none of theprincesses had trusted Dalzel not to send Hasruel looking for it and prove that everyone was lying.Dalzel glared down at Abdullah, and Abdullah hoped very much that Dalzel truly had almost no powersof his own.Hasruel had called his brother weak.But it occurred to Abdullah that even a weakdjinn wasseveral times stronger than a man. You came here as a dog? Dalzel trumpeted. How? By magic, great djinn, Abdullah said.He had intended to make a detailed explanation at this point, butunder the Paragon s petticoat, a hidden struggle was developing.Jamal s dog turned out to hate djinnseven more than it hated most of the human race.It wanted to go for Dalzel. I disguised myself as thedog of your cook, Abdullah began to explain.At this point Jamal s dog became so eager to go forDalzel that Abdullah was afraid it would get loose.He was forced to grip his knees together tighter yet.The dog s response was a huge, snarling growl. Your pardon! panted Abdullah.Sweat was standingon his brow. I am still so much of a dog that I cannot refrain from growling from time to time. Flower-in-the-Night recognized that Abdullah was having problems and burst into lamentations. Omost noble prince! To suffer the shape of a dog for my sake! Spare him, noble djinn! Spare him! Be quiet, woman, said Dalzel. Where is that cook? Bring him forward. Jamal was dragged forward by the Princess of Farqtan and the Heiress of Thayack, wringing his handsand cringing. Honored djinn, it was nothing to do with me, I swear! Jamal wailed. Do not hurt me! Inever knew he was not a real dog! Abdullah could have sworn that Jamal was in a state of true terror.Maybe he was, but he had the presence of mind, all the same, to pat Abdullah on the head. Nice dog, he said. Good fellow. After that he fell down and groveled on the steps of the throne in the manner ofZanzib. I am innocent, great one! he blubbered. Innocent! Harm me not! The dog was soothed by its master s voice.Its growls stopped.Abdullah was able to relax his knees alittle. I am innocent, too, O collector of royal maidens, he said. I came only to rescue the one I love.You must surely feel kindly toward my devotion, since you love so many princesses yourself! Dalzel rubbed his chin in a perplexed way. Love? he said. No, I can t say I understand love.I can tunderstand howanything could make someone put himself in your position, mortal. Hasruel, squatting vast and dark beside the throne, grinned more meanly than ever. What do you wantme to do with the creature, brother? he rumbled. Roast him? Extract his soul and make it part of thefloor? Take him apart? No, no! Be merciful, great Dalzel! Flower-in-the-Night promptly cried out. Give him at least a Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlchance! If you do, I will never ask you questions, or complain, or lecture you again.I will be meek andpolite! Dalzel grasped his chin again and looked uncertain.Abdullah felt much relieved.Dalzel was indeed aweakdjinn weak in character, anyway. If I were to give him a chance he began. If you ll take my advice, brother, Hasruel cut in, you won t.He s tricky, this one. At this Flower-in-the-Night raised another great wail and beat her breast.Abdullah cried out through thenoise, Let me try to guess where you hid your brother s life, great Dalzel.If I fail to guess, kill me.If Iguess right, let me depart in peace. This amused Dalzel highly.His mouth opened, showing pointed silvery teeth, and his laughter rangaround the cloudy hall like a fanfare of trumpets. But you ll never guess, little mortal! he said as helaughed.Then, as the princesses had repeatedly assured Abdullah, Dalzel was unable to resist givinghints. I ve hidden that life so cleverly, he said gleefully, that you can look at it and not see it.Hasruelcan t see it, and he is a djinn.So what hope have you? But I think for the fun of it I will give you threeguesses before I kill you.Guess away.Wherehave I hidden my brother s life? Abdullah shot a swift look at Hasruel in case Hasruel decided to interfere.But Hasruel was simplysquatting there, looking inscrutable.So far the plan was succeeding.It was in Hasruel s interest not tointerfere.Abdullah had been counting on that.He took a firmer grip on the dog with his knees andhitched at the Paragon s petticoat, while he pretended to think.What he was really doing was jogging thegenie bottle. For my first guess, great djinn& he said, and stared at the floor as if the green porphyrymight inspire him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]