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"I am backing out of nothing, my lord," the princess returned smoothly. "But by those same bonds of magic, whose power not even you dare to challenge, I call to mind the fact that we cannot be wed until you have satisfied the one condition of a royal elfmaid's marriage."
"I had the blood test," the Grim Lord snarled.
"Not that. I mean... the Gift!"
então sua onda cerebral
"I want to redecorate."
"What?"
Acting as if she had just heard the most eloquent of blessings (as opposed to the monosyllable of blankest confusion) Minuriel flung her arms around the Grim Lord's neck and exclaimed, "Oh, thank you, darling! You won't regret this. And it'll be no trouble to you, absolutely no trouble at all. All I need from you is your cooperation; I'll handle everything else. Just wait, you'll be so pleased with the results, you won't know what to think!"
Foi recolhido em " O livro gigantesco da fantasia cómica ".