Book2:KigdomIteDreams
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e.IamaskingyouaboutwhatyoufoundoutatKingDimitri’space.” “Sure.Sure”saidMr.Finger.Hethoughtforawhileandthensaid,“Thesword,themagicbowandarrowyouwaolookforarealliifactIsawWhiteFairytakethemoutahem,gettingthemreadyforuse.KingDimitrifoughtahugebattlewithZeusorsomebodylikethat.Hecamebackvictorious.” “Iknowallthat.Anythingnew?” “No.That’sit”shruggedMr.Finger,spreadingouthispalms. “Ithinktheysawthroughyou,gotyoudrunkanddumpedyoubackhere.Youreallyareuseless!” “Useless?YousayIamuseless?”saidMr.Fiandingupfromthebed,fullhteousindignation.“YougoandaskKingDimitri.HisoldfriendsRichardandJamazwerealreadydead.ItwasIwhhtthembacktolifewithmymagicpowers.KingDimitriwilowledgethetruthofmycims.” “Magicpowers?”excimedVio,greatlysurprised.“Whatmagicpowersdoyouhavethatbringthedeadbacktolife?” 15 “Mypowersarelimited”saidthelittlemaedly.“IuseditalluptosavethetwoguyssoIdon’thavea.” “eon.Think.Thinksomemore.Isthereanyicpowerthatyoustillhave?”insistedVio,notwillingtogiveup.“Youmayhavelostthebigpowerthattakesupalotofyourstrength,suchasresurregthedead,butperhapsyoustillretainsomesmallones.Whoknows?Evensmallonesmayeinhandysometimes.”SeeingViosoiedinhispowers,Mr.Fingersaidimpudently, “Letmerackmybrainsaiodoso,Imustfirstmakelovewithyou.Perhapsthatwillinspireme.”Viodidnotrefuse.Thetwoofthemhadbeenapartforquitesometimeandbothhadaloneedforsatisfa.Theywentatitvigorouslyformostofthenightuntiltheywereexhaustedandfelsleepcspedineachother’sarms.Headonthepillow,ViostilldidnettoadmonishMr.Finger, “Think.Thinkagain,myloveaboutowersyouhave.Iwanttoavengemymother.Iwantitverybadlyasyouknow.” “Yes.Yes,Iknow.Iwillrackmybrainsagain.Perhapssomethingwilleup.It’ste.Let’ssleep.” Viowokeupatthecrackofdawm.Rubbinghersleepyeyes,sherememberedthatsomethingbigposedtohappenthatday.Slippingoutofbed,shewalkedovertothetreeholeandlookedoutatthegoldpace.Shesawthefurhefootofthemountainweregoingatfullbstandmanysmallboatswerebusysailingtoandfrironingotsandfirewoodforthefurnaces. “Somethingimportantisgoingonthere,”shethought.“Iamgothereandseeformyself.”SheturnedandwasabouttoleavewhenshesawMr.Fiillfastasleeponthebed.“Thislittlemanisfulloftricks.Hemaybesmallinstaturebutheiscrafty,ingandfullofguile.Hemaybeabletothinkofsomethiome.Imusttrolhimtightlyinthepalmofmyhand”thoughtVioassheclimbeddowreehouse.Shebrushedasidethedrygrasscealiraoherhomeandwalkedout.Onceagainshegedherbodytothatofanormal-sizedwoman.Sheshiveredinthecoldearlymairandwalkedquicklytowardsthebankofthekeandrememberedtodisguiseherbeautifulfaceagainwithdirtandsoil.Sheuntiedherboat,jumpedinandrowedtowardsthegoldpace,easilyminglingwiththeflowofsmallboatsgoingtowardsthesamedestination.Ond,shejoiheranksofthosecarryingfirewood. Atthistime,KingDimitri’srge,doubletailedsailboatarrivedatthemiddleoftheke.Likethedaybefore,hewasdressedforbattlewithhisswordathiswaist,hismagicbowacrosshisshouldersandhisquiverofarrowsonhisback.MedusaaeFairystoodbyhisside,buttherestofthebeautieswereihetoprotectth