“What?”
“The queen wants what we have, right?”
He nodded.
“Let’s give it to her.”
Fort scratched his head. “I thought we were going to sell it and be rich.”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to offer it to her and be rewarded.”
Fort screwed his face up. “I don’t understand.”
“You’re going to take your dragon skull and the spell to her. Show them to her so that she knows you’re serious. I’ll stay behind to keep the wand safe until we have a bargain.”
Fort scratched at his nose. “I don’t know, Bink. It seems like a bad idea.”
But it was the only shot they had at getting out of this mess. “You have to trust me.”
After a few seconds, Fort nodded. “All right. What do I need to do?”
Bink pulled out a copy of the spell and handed it over to the human. “You’ll need this. Take it to the queen and make sure you repeat everything I tell you.”
Meara wasin a rare tantrum as she paced the floor of Dash’s office. Honestly, she was homesick. She hated being in these lands. They were too...
Happy for her tastes. What was wrong with the unicorns? They really were an inferior species. All they wanted to do was sit around and write poetry and philosophy. Play music. Discuss ideas.
Respect each other. Have laws...
It was nauseating. Where were the blood sports? Criminals in need of punishment?
At least Dash’s father had believed in a good round of gladiatorial games.
Dash had learned nothing from his time in her lands.
How many more unicorns would she have to kill to learn something more than what she already knew?
While the killing should make her happy, it was beginning to just piss her off. Were they all really this stupid?
How could none of them know where Renata’s body was?
Or her horn?
They were all useless. Absolutely useless.
“My queen?”
She stopped pacing as Adsel came into the room. “Yes?”
“I have a human here who wants to speak with you.”
A human? How novel. She hadn’t run into that many of them here in the palace. Although, she’d been told there were quite a few of them in the town. “Why?”
“He says he has knowledge of the wand you seek.”
Now that got her attention. “Then by all means, show him in.”
She turned toward the door to watch the pathetic little wastrel enter. He had a weasel-like quality to him, which wasn’t helped by his scraggly beard. She waited a moment for him to speak.
