Kendall kissed the Queen’s fingernail. He exclaimed to her:
My lady, I praise you!
You are dear to me.
You are skilled in your craft
And rightfully known as quick-thinking and witty.
Oh dear Deirdre—
Quick-thinking Queen
And witty witch—
You are a magnificent mage—
You scatter your enemies,
With your craft,
You capture them with your men,
You reduce their stature and hold them
In the palm of your hand.
I beg you:
Be a generous general
As merciful as magnificent.
Then I shall adore you
As much as I admire you—
And so too will others!
This, my lady, is my re—
--Whaa!” exclaimed Kendall as the Witch Queen snatched him off the table.
“Ah, you’re such a cute wittle man!” she cooed. “Ena, I’m gonna keep him. Take this bag of gold coins in return.”
The Witch Queen then ordered a maidservant to bring a bowl of warm, soapy water to her quarters.
“Please, strip and enter the bowl.”
Kendall did so, reluctantly.
“You’re such a cute, sexy little doll-man.”
“I’m show you sexy! Make me big again and I’ll hump you good!”
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