January 29th, 2009
The dragon wasn’t sure what to make of the minotaur’s attempt at condolence, and he didn’t have enough energy to spend more than a few minutes on it. He had to get the last bit of golden hair off his head before they reached the castle, and it was not far off. He knew he couldn’t let the whole kingdom see that foolish hair. Jezebel was almost floating on air as they neared the castle. Here was her home, and her father would be waiting for her. She was sure he would be pleased with her appearance now, and was sure a suitor or two would be also. Life would be grand just as soon as they crossed the drawbridge. She was just stepping onto it when she was suddenly stopped.
“I brought you here safely. Now, you promised to give me back my ring when we got here. So give it to me.” Jezebel sighed. She had quite gotten used to the glittering gold on her wrist, but she had made a promise. She pulled off the ring and held out her hand to the minotaur. “Here you go, as I promised. But stay around for a bit. I’m sure Father would love to show you his gratitude before you leave.”
The minotaur growled. That little pain in his side had made one more command before she gave him back his ring, and now he would have to stay for a bit. Oh how he hated that ring sometimes. “Fine, I’ll stay, but only for a very short time.”
Then, the dragon turned to Jezebel. “Did I get rid of all the hair?”
“All but one strand,” she replied, and pulled it out.
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