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@ -79,18 +79,49 @@ the actual guilty party upon realizing she had obtained the opportunity to nag a
Gideon, albeit briefly if the swordswoman was not successful.
Gideon blinked. Sand scratched the inside of her eyelids. She wished devoutly that the
princess could feel that too. Holding her breath and moving slowly she gingerly bend her
princess could feel that too. Holding her breath and moving slowly she gingerly bent her
knees and reached down to take hold of the end of the princess's linen wrappings which
extened like a long fuse toward the regal stiff which was still unravelling slowly.
Gideon swore again.
"You better have something on under those antique bandages your highness. If I have to see
your sundried titties or your fosilized fanny I'll rip each of my eyes out of my head and throw
"You fucking better have something on under those bandages, your highness. If I have to see
your sundried titties or your fosilized fanny I'll rip each of my eyes out and throw
them in the pit after you."
"OMG Gideon what are you talking about! I'm ravishing and you know it. You should be so
lucky."
This was not the first time the princess revealed that despite seeing through Gideon's
completely operational eyeballs, her vision was gravely flawed.
completely operational eyeballs, her vision was gravely flawed.
Gideon, still holding her breath, gently tugged at the the cloth, the body started to roll faster.
She gave a tremendous, pull hoping to snap the regal corpus back up towards her like a yo-yo.
The force of the did flick the little morsel of dried princess meat into the air for a second
before it tumbled directly through the aperture.
The incorporeal princess screamed like a Saturday morning sacrifice victim from out of
the depths of Gideon's skull. Gideon hadn't thought her head had such impressive acoustics
but the spirit of the princess of misery's miserable shriek was reverberating through
her brain like a amphitheatre. The linen wrap end in her hand was momentarily slack as
the body tumbled into the void but then it grew taught with a sickening crack. Surely,
the princesses body would have crumbled into dust at that shock. But no, the concientious
embalmers of yesteryear must have done a good job of converting the petulant bitch's remains
into some sturdy taxidermy because it held. The same clever embalmer, bless her heart, must
also have had the stunning foresight to tie the shroud tightly around something, probably
the imperial neck bone, as insurance against exactly today's eventuality.
Gideon held firmly to the thin linen ribbon and could feel the body begin to swing at the other end.
It was terrifically light at least. It hadn't caused her to lose her footing only a few yards
away from the openning. Slipping now would mean falling, with the corpse, into a vast cavern.
With any luck, she'd break her neck. With Gideon's luck she'd break her legs and stay conscious
as the scarabs ate out her functional eyeballs, tongue, and tonsils before using her warm body
to incubate scarab eggs. Eventually they'd get around to eating the princess's chewy hide but no doubt
they would save if for last so Gideon would have some shrill complaining company during her last
miserable days of life. Though, come to think of it, the princessly ghost was strangely quiet
right now. Gideon decided not to think about what that might mean and dutifully started winding
her catch back in.
Angling for the dead like this had to be done slowly; to avoid slipping; for reasons that are now plainly
established. So Gideon had time to think. That was bad.