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. "I could have anything I
wanted. I demanded ten maidens - Well, I was lonely,"
said a spider, curling its legs defensively. "You don't get a
chance to meet nice girls when you're an evil mage, you
know."
"And the Graygem took control of the women!" said
Palin, growing dizzy again, watching the transformations
of the wizard. "And used them against you."
"Yes," whinnied a horse, pacing back and forth
restlessly in front of the chair. "It educated them and gave
them this palace. My palace! It gives them everything!
They never have to work. Food appears when they're
hungry. Wine, whatever they want ... All they do is lounge
around all day, reading elven poetry and arguing
philosophy. God, I HATE elven poetry!" groaned a middle-
aged bald man. "I tried to talk to them, told them to make
something of their lives! And what did they do? They shut
me in here, with that!" He gestured helplessly at the stone.
"But the women are getting restless," Palin said, his
thoughts suddenly falling into order.
"One can only take so much elven poetry," remarked a
walrus, gloomily waving its flippers. "They want diversion
- "
"Men . . . and NOT their husbands. No, that wouldn't
suit the Graygem at all
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