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. The occasions they celebrated ranged from the
ridiculous to the sublime. This one was shaping up to be the former,
Phineas thought sourly, taking note of the band. Five squealing fifers
and three thundering cymbalists provided background noise for a
middle-aged kender with a black topknot, who yelled through cupped
hands from a bench atop a seriously listing wagon. A banner, stretched
between the hands of two scantily clad young female kender in
knee-high boots, short skirts, and low-cut blouses, proclaimed that
they were promoting the election of someone or other into the mayor's
office.
"And why do we want a gynosphinx for mayor?" he yelled. "Because
we've never had one, that's why!
Kendermore was founded on freedom and equality -- well, maybe no
one said those things specifically -- but we say that a gynosphinx
deserves a chance! Besides, they tell good riddles!" The fifes struck
a piercing trill, the cymbals crashed, and the ensemble continued down
the street, yelling and cheering for the spokesman's words.
Distracted from the map, Phineas shook his head in amusement. A
gynosphinx for mayor, indeed. As far as he knew, gynosphinxes were the
female of the species of creatures with lion bodies. They were almost
as large as ogres, though vastly more intelligent, and they tended to
devour anything that offended them. Only in Kendermore would anyone
suggest such a thing. Besides, Kendermore already had a mayor, and
Phineas had heard of no scheduled elections
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