“You said you grabbed
one of them,” the first voice demands, “What happened to him?”
“'E drew shum linesh
on me chesht,” Rocknipples replies, “Then 'e pulled open a door
an they both jumped in.”
“A door?” the voice
asks incredulously, “In your chest?”
“Yesh.”
“Proper odd it looked
too,” Stonedildo confirms.
“Have you two perhaps
been at the chalk?” the second voice wonders.
“Think about your
bridge,” Raven whispers, inside the troll.
“And this door in
your chest, it just disappeared when they closed it?”
“Yesh,” Rocknipples
replies.
“Not your old
bridge,” Raven continues to whisper, “But a new one.”
“And were I to cut
you in half,” the first voice demands, “Would I find them there?”
“The bridge you're
going to build,” Raven finds himself stroking the wall in a
soothing manner, “After we rescue your heart.”
“I doubt it,”
Rocknipples answers, “ It'sh like 'e shed, we mushta bin at the
chalk.”
“Stupid troll,”
says the first voice angrily. “Stupid, stupid trolls. You're both
fined a days rations. Now about yourselves, the prince wants his
guests escorting to the main ballroom.”
