Wood Nymph And The Cranky Saint- Wizard Of Yurt - 2 - Plot & Excerpts
Dale - Wizard of Yurt 02 @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } Part One. The Hermitage When it was over, the living back where they belonged—or someplace else—and the dead buried, I thought again of the day it al began. I wanted to keep Yurt the charming, bucolic, little out-of-the-way kingdom it was, but I had also wished for a little excitement. A wizard should know better than to wish for something. Sometimes wishes come true. As Royal Wizard, arrayed in midnight-blue velvet, I was supposed to give an air of deep wisdom to the court proceedings. But I no longer nad the slightest idea what that days case was about. My king, however, seemed to have an excelent grasp of the details. I leaned against the wal and watched him. King Haimeric bent forward on the throne, puling his ermine-trimmed cloak tighter around his thin shoulders as the late afternoon breeze came in the open doors and windows of the great hal. He settled his spectacles more firmly on his nose and looked at the people before him with shrewd eyes.
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