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Casa Belweldie, part 3 [26 Thory 4261]

A Khtsoyis is a hideous three-foot ballish bag of mottled
purple leather, floating in mid-air by a disgusting parody
of Zi Ri levitation. It has seven thick tentacles under it,
and five eyestalks. There’s one ugly mouth on the side of
the bag, used for talking, and another one underneath with
jagged teeth and, inside, organs of consumption, excretion,
and reproduction.

They are not acceptable in polite society.

This one was wearing a short brown furry wig, and a gleaming
gold cravat under his talking mouth, and a few goldy

Hispis:“Delframber! Leave our home at

Ysgwyd:“You had singled this evening out as an
occasion for showing off your traff children and their traff
lovers. If Ilottat can bring his, I can certainly bring
mine. If not … you can hardly disinherit me twice, can

Hispis sat down angrily and glared at the Khtsoyis. Ysgwyd
turned to me.

Ysgwyd:“Sythyry, I’d like you to meet my former
fiancé and current adulterous consort, Delframber
Laggums. Delframber, my husband’s adulterous lover,
Sythyry. I presume zie’s got a longer name hidden
somewhere, but I don’t know it.”

Khtsoyis do not have very big lungs. They have to pause for
breath every few words. Quite disgusting.

Delframber:“I’m very glad … to meet … you
tonight, … Sythyry.”

I’m pretty sure I answered politely.

Ilottat curtsied to Delframber. “A Vergnügen, a
pleasure, to see you again. It has been a while, hasn’t it?”
My love is studying Diplomacy, and once in a while it

Delframber:“Hallo to you … too, Ilottat. I’m
sorry … I missed you … on my last … visits to

Hispis:“How can you speak to him,
Ilottat? He ruined your wedding!”

Ysgwyd:“Our wedding was everything that you and
the Count planned it to be. Plus one very polite guest who
floated in the corner and didn’t bother anyone.”

Ilottat:[Walking over and taking Ysgwyd's
hand]“The wedding wasn’t so bad, not at all. I rather
enjoyed it.”

Everyone stared at them holding hands, as if husbands and
wives weren’t supposed to do that in the presence of their
parents and lovers. In retrospect I cannot understand why
that seemed odd.

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