Hearne, Kevin - Tales of Pell 01 - Kill the Farm Boy by Hearne Kevin

Author:Hearne, Kevin [Hearne, Kevin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781524797744
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2018-07-17T00:00:00+00:00

Fia could feel the tears welling in her eyes and didn’t care. She was just about to shout Argabella’s name when the rabbit woman coughed, wheezed, spat blood, and made a tiny mewling noise.

“Everything hurts. My nose especially. Is my lute broken? I need to sing ‘The Ouchie Song.’ ”

Fia laugh-cried in relief. Suddenly everything was fine again. “Your lute’s okay, I think. And you’ll be fine, too. But we’ve got to get you to the healer.”

Argabella’s eyes went wide, and she almost touched Fia’s shoulder. “You, too, though.”

Gustave pranced over to Lord Toby’s moth mound and festively kicked him in the ribs.

“Oof!”

“Good news! You’re not dead yet!” the goat told the hedge wizard. “Get up so we can get out of here.”

“Pfaughh!” A spray of crispy bread and insects at one end revealed where Toby’s mouth was, and soon the entire pile shifted as Toby struggled to his feet, flailing and squeaking a tiny bit when he realized there were moth corpses on him. “What! No! Get off! Bah! This is an outrage! No one treats the Dark Lord like this!”

Fia noticed that he had a dead moth stuck in his beard extensions and failed to mention the fact. Added to the glowing algae and crouton muck, it looked rather hardcore.

“Pasty dude treated you pretty well, considering,” Gustave said. “Most everyone else wound up getting zapped somehow. All you got were ineffectual butterflies.”

“That was my fault,” Fia said, because she felt it to be true even if it wasn’t. It was why she wanted nothing but to tend roses and hide from all the trouble the world kept bringing to her door. Even here, trying simply to pass through, she’d endangered everyone with that horrible reminder of her past—and with the way she’d been so busy dealing with it that she’d neglected the llamataur. At least she hadn’t gotten Worstley killed again. Or had that really been him? “Hey, Grinda, was that really your nephew, or some kind of weird copy, or…?”

“She’s frozen. Can’t talk or even avoid being pooped on,” Gustave explained as he trotted over to commiserate. “And I don’t think this was your fault. I mean, that umlaut guy came after everyone. Speaking of which, who or what was that kid?”

Poltro groaned and sat up, holding her head. “Cor, I’d like to know that, too, because he rung my bell good, he did.”

Fia shook her head and clutched at her wound, putting pressure on it. “I really don’t want to talk about that. I mean, obviously that was a traumatic thing from my childhood, but…I don’t think I can share it with you. I’m sorry.”

“Oh. Well, I can share mine. I’m sorry about the llamataur, everybody,” Poltro said. “When I was young, they ate my parents when we were trying to cross the Llama Drama. Me and my brother, Morvin, watched them do it, too. Still have nightmares. They were going to eat us for dessert, they was, but we got saved by a nice caravan

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