On top of that, he liked to party, and party hard. By the time the sun was ready to come up on the last morning of the full moon, Harold said, Ubald and his group were stumbling idiots. Still very dangerous, but stumbling, and it often took the men with the golden shovels days to round up all the cattle from the different rooms of the castle and take them back to their private pastures.
The idea of coming into a huge bedroom suite to find two cows standing on a rumpled bed was too much for me. Tonight was that night, the most dangerous night of the full moon according to Harold. I could hardly wait.
Finally Aahz decided we had talked enough and we all headed back into the library area. Aahz wanted to have Harold show us the books about the spells put over this castle, the spells put on everyone by Count Bovine, and what Harold knew of the magik energy surrounding this castle.
But first we had to wake up Glenda. Snoring, drooling Glenda. As far as I was concerned, she could just stay right there, sleeping for the next hundred years, or until she died of hunger in her sleep, whichever came first.
But it seemed that Harold and Aahz had other ideas for her which they were not sharing with me.
“Are you confident she’s cured?” I asked Harold as we stood staring at her.
“Completely,” Harold said. “The magik rope there does the trick.”
“Well, just to be sure,” I said, “can we put the rope around her again tonight, before the sun sets?”
Aahz laughed. “Trust me, she’ll have the rope on tonight. You can count on it.”