Seamus the Magician, Take 4

3/17/05

"I told you not to let him go!" It was the prince. He did not appear happy. "He may yet have valuable information we have not squeezed out of him."

I shuddered.

"My lord, we have had him in custody for four months. He should be returned to Speck-Land, where he belongs. He can tell us no more." His Royal's Royal Advisor.

"No!" the prince hissed. "We cannot let him go back! They will find us, and destroy us! We are not yet ready for war against the Specks!"

The guard behind me shifted uncomfortably.

"My lord, he will not tell them about us. He has been sworn to secrecy. If he speaks, he will choke on his inflated tongue. Wizard Grishnam has worked his spells upon him."

The prince's eyeballs were popping out. "We cannot release the prisoner!!!" He stomped his foot and huffed. Suddenly, he spotted me, and fixed his glare upon me. I could hear a deep rumble from his throat.

"You called for his release?" the guard whimpered.

The prince's eyeballs popped out more, and his sweaty brown hair was streaked across his forehead. He walked down a set of stairs, across his hall towards us.

"I - most - certainly - did - NOT!" I could feel his spit on my cheek. Ewwww. I flinched.

"Not so HIGH and MIGHTY NOW, are you, EH? Not so powerful now you are in the grasp of CHARMING, EH?"

I frowned, and in a brash move, stuck my hands on my hips and said, "What?"

The prince blinked.

"What's Charming (eh, precious)?"

"My NAME! What do you think, Speck-Land moron!"

"Uhhh..." I gulped.