time t o do other important things!” h e said as he set the broo m on the ground to demonstrate.
Sure enough, the broom started sweeping the entrance. But it was doing a horrible job of it. It wasn’t sweeping so much as it was making lines in the dirt.
“And that’s not all! ” Wizard Marlin said, interrupting my observations. “ In addi tion I’ll give you this towel! This is no normal towel either! It can soak up water!”
“Any other towel can do that,” I blankly said.
“Well…Thi s one can soak up more water than a normal towel!” Wizard Marlin quickly corrected himself, stuttering for a moment. “ But that’s only the beginning! I’ll also throw in this box for free!” h e shout ed as if I was standing across the road instead of two feet away from him.
I didn’t want the wretched broom or the raggy towel, but by this point I was wondering what sort of sorry excuse he was going to come up with about the funny , little box. “Wha t does it do?” I asked.
“I-I don’t know…” he said drooping for a moment. “But all this only for the affordable price of ten payments of five gold coins! Yes, amazing! All of these products at least have the value of thirty gold coins, but you can buy them now for only ten cheap pa yments of five gold coins!” h e told me.
“Go away,” I ordered, turning to go back inside.
Wizard Marlin grabbed me by the shoul der, forcing me to turn around. I pee vishly glared at him. “What?”
“Buy it now, while it’s on sale! That’s correct, normally all these wonderful products are sold for twenty payments of ten gold coins! You’re saving a lot of money by buying these amazing goods now!”
“AZMAVETH!” I shouted. “There’s some strange wizard out here and he’s trying to sell me worthless stuff!”
Marlin whimpered as the doors banged open when Azmaveth appeared. Azmaveth’s giant eyes were whirling as I scuttled out of the way. “Three,” Azmaveth sa id as Wizard Marlin started to sweat. “Two,” Azmaveth counted as Marlin took off running down the road , leaving his stupid broom behind. “One, ” Azmaveth finished.
Azmaveth ground his teeth together and huge orange flames burst from his mouth, jumping hungrily at Marlin who had all but vanished from sight.
Azmaveth coolly blew a smoke ring and I clapped.
“Who was that guy?” I asked as we turned to go back in.
“Grubby Marlin. He’s a well known traveling sales w izard. H e tries to h oax human ruled kingdoms and sells useless products to princesses over here. U sually he gets away with it too,” Azmaveth added as the giant oak doors closed by themselves.
“ Really? He was trying to get me to buy a towel .” I said as we paused in the dinning room. “For roughly the price of a pair of good horses .”
“Yes,” Azmaveth agreed. “ He charges a lavish price for cheaply made items. But unfortunatel y most princesses buy the stuff,” h e said sounding disgusted.
“ Perhaps princess purchase the items out of spite?” I suggested.
Azmaveth chuckled as we parted ways. I left to make a welcome mat for our front door, and Azmaveth returned to the library to read some more about my ‘species’.
Chapter 3
A Pox on Princes
I finished the rug on the verge of the evening hours and convinced Azmaveth to e nchant it so when saleswizard s came to our d oor it would bite them .
After finishing the rug I cooked a simple meal—chicken soup— and served it to Azmaveth.
I hea ved a sigh as I sipped my soup. Azmaveth glanced over at me and excitedly grabbed his book and opened it to the glossary.
I rolled my eye s as I heard him mutter. “Sigh— this could mean possibly two things: A) Your princess is tired and needs more sleep, o r B) She is feeling depressed. Either way one must proceed with caution because a tired or depressed princess can quickly become crabby and irritable.”
“I ca n hear y ou,” I said, my voice soun ded hot and bothered to my own