I didn’t get to resume my nap. I didn’t even get time to make that pot of coffee. I felt like I’d barely gotten back from Iceland when Bob was barging through my back door again with the high alert. Nyalla took one look at him and stomped upstairs to lock herself in the bedroom. Maybe it was a good thing this was all occurring in a short time-frame, because the sooner I could get Bob away from my house and my girl the better. Remembering the fiasco in Iceland, I decided I needed some backup, so this time I took Little Red thinking that a dragon might be of use. If he couldn’t help me round up the elves and hold them for transport, then maybe I could trade him to the French. If not in exchange for the elves, then for some decent wine and cheese. I was dreading the French would have the same weird affinity for the elves as I’d just encountered, but I had obviously underestimated them. They had already done my work for me, hauling the dozen elves away to jail. And unlike the humans in Iceland, these ones seemed absolutely unconcerned that the elves’ wrists were red and blistered from the handcuffs, and that they were now huddled against the far wall of their jail cell, staring in horror at the metal bars.
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