Book3:WereMyDreamIs
thadmiraculouslyrecovered.ActuallythiswasnotatallstrawasalltheworkofImaginationaivity,histwoloyalservants,whohadetohissideunseen.Viowalkedupthestepstothesolidgoldthroneandsatdown.Dimitrisaearingatiaraectacurrubyrgeasaneggmountedinfront.Alrounditwasanarrayofpricelessjewelsofallr.Fingerhadtransformedhimselftotheshapeofanormalmanandwasrespectfullyattendingtoher.ViomadeasignwithherhandandMr.Fiodowntohearherwhisperedinstrus.Dimitrikhatitwastimeforrealface-to-facebattle.Heremainedcalmlysquattingonthegroundscoopingsomemoreofthedogfoodinhisbowlwithhisfingersintohismouth.Beforehehadtimetochewedproperlyandswallowdownhisfood,Mr.Fingersaidloudlyinanarrogantvoice, “Dimitri!Thoughyouhavebeenothingbut