The Saga Of Abalonius Clew
Fantasy | Short Story
Mornings were never dull for a bard.
The execution order was laid out in front of him, right there, in black and white. An execution order—he learned by scanning down the scroll—for the possession of the princess’s knickers.
He had an hour to come up with his defence plea. To him, that was three-quarters of an hour to spend doing nothing, and a quarter of…
