and the other was green.
The Aurora sang:
Mount the light mares
And ride into the fray.
They will help you survive
This tumultuous day.
The light mares had flaming manes. The green mare chose Daisy, and the red one ambled toward Jesse. The cousins grabbed the horses’ manes and swung up onto their backs.
“This is great,” Jesse said. “But we could use some weapons.”
No sooner had Jesse said this than two swords, shimmering with red and green light, appeared in their fists.
The Aurora sang:
Wield these weapons
And you’ll see that they
Will serve you well
This valorous day!
“Now
this
is what I call a light saber!” Jesse said.
The cousins, who had learned how to use swords in the Fiery Realm, didn’t have time to test their weapons. Emmy needed their help right now. In moments, they were charging back across the light bridge and pounding over the ice toward the North Pole.
They came upon Emmy not far from the Vortex Interceptor, wrestling with Beowulf. When she saw them, she cried, “My Keepers! And you are riding the Aurora!”
Their light mares and swords were bright enough to illuminate the battlefield, revealing wolves and trolls swarming across the snow toward them.
“I’ve got Beowulf covered,” Emmy called to them. “See if you can sort out the rest of these jokers.”
“I’ll take the wolves,” Daisy said to Jesse. “You take the trolls.”
“No, I’ll take the wolves,” said Jesse. “You take the trolls.”
Daisy hesitated. “Trolls it is, then. Good luck.”
“Back at you,” said Jesse.
At least a dozen trolls came rushing at Daisy, gurgling and howling, their ice axes swinging. Daisy’s sword clattered against the ice axes, asuseless as a butter knife.
I could use a good ice ax myself
, Daisy thought. And just as the thought entered her head, her sword morphed into an ice ax, twice the size of the trolls’. The Aurora had given her a weapon that read her mind!
She hopped off her light mare, then dug her ax into the snow beneath one of the trolls and flipped it into the air like a huge, hairy Tiddlywink.
Daisy went at the trolls, swinging and hacking and blocking, meeting their ice axes blow for blow. The light mare helped by staying at her back and blocking any rear assaults. But it didn’t take Daisy long to discover that the trolls’ greatest asset on the battlefield wasn’t their ice axes. It was their foul odor. It was so pungent that her eyes smarted. She badly wanted to fight one-handed, with the other hand pinching her nose, but she knew she needed both hands.
Three trolls bore down upon her and backed her into a snowbank. She looked around in panic. She could turn her sword into a snow shovel and dig. Or she could turn it into a staff to hold off all three of them at once. But how long could she hold out?
As she was trying to decide which way to go, one of the trolls ducked under her ax and came at her jabbering. She flattened her hand against itschest and gave it a good hard shove, but in the process her fingers slipped into the damp area under the creature’s armpit.
“Gross!” she cried, pulling her hand away and wiping it on the snow. Then she watched as the troll she had just touched burst into giggles and collapsed, rolling on the ground.
Still holding off the other two, Daisy watched the helplessly giggling troll. What was even more amazing than the giggles was that the troll no longer smelled like rotten fish. The giggling troll gave off an aroma like roses. Then, most amazing of all, when the giggling reached its zenith, the troll turned to stone, then crumbled into a big pile of beige dust.
This gave Daisy a brilliant idea. Turning her ice ax into a feather duster, she held off the other two trolls with what Jesse would later call her patented Kitchy-Kitchy-Koo Offense, tickling them under the armpits, under the chin, on their round bellies, anyplace she thought they might be ticklish.
Like the first troll, they were seized by fits
The Aurora sang:
Mount the light mares
And ride into the fray.
They will help you survive
This tumultuous day.
The light mares had flaming manes. The green mare chose Daisy, and the red one ambled toward Jesse. The cousins grabbed the horses’ manes and swung up onto their backs.
“This is great,” Jesse said. “But we could use some weapons.”
No sooner had Jesse said this than two swords, shimmering with red and green light, appeared in their fists.
The Aurora sang:
Wield these weapons
And you’ll see that they
Will serve you well
This valorous day!
“Now
this
is what I call a light saber!” Jesse said.
The cousins, who had learned how to use swords in the Fiery Realm, didn’t have time to test their weapons. Emmy needed their help right now. In moments, they were charging back across the light bridge and pounding over the ice toward the North Pole.
They came upon Emmy not far from the Vortex Interceptor, wrestling with Beowulf. When she saw them, she cried, “My Keepers! And you are riding the Aurora!”
Their light mares and swords were bright enough to illuminate the battlefield, revealing wolves and trolls swarming across the snow toward them.
“I’ve got Beowulf covered,” Emmy called to them. “See if you can sort out the rest of these jokers.”
“I’ll take the wolves,” Daisy said to Jesse. “You take the trolls.”
“No, I’ll take the wolves,” said Jesse. “You take the trolls.”
Daisy hesitated. “Trolls it is, then. Good luck.”
“Back at you,” said Jesse.
At least a dozen trolls came rushing at Daisy, gurgling and howling, their ice axes swinging. Daisy’s sword clattered against the ice axes, asuseless as a butter knife.
I could use a good ice ax myself
, Daisy thought. And just as the thought entered her head, her sword morphed into an ice ax, twice the size of the trolls’. The Aurora had given her a weapon that read her mind!
She hopped off her light mare, then dug her ax into the snow beneath one of the trolls and flipped it into the air like a huge, hairy Tiddlywink.
Daisy went at the trolls, swinging and hacking and blocking, meeting their ice axes blow for blow. The light mare helped by staying at her back and blocking any rear assaults. But it didn’t take Daisy long to discover that the trolls’ greatest asset on the battlefield wasn’t their ice axes. It was their foul odor. It was so pungent that her eyes smarted. She badly wanted to fight one-handed, with the other hand pinching her nose, but she knew she needed both hands.
Three trolls bore down upon her and backed her into a snowbank. She looked around in panic. She could turn her sword into a snow shovel and dig. Or she could turn it into a staff to hold off all three of them at once. But how long could she hold out?
As she was trying to decide which way to go, one of the trolls ducked under her ax and came at her jabbering. She flattened her hand against itschest and gave it a good hard shove, but in the process her fingers slipped into the damp area under the creature’s armpit.
“Gross!” she cried, pulling her hand away and wiping it on the snow. Then she watched as the troll she had just touched burst into giggles and collapsed, rolling on the ground.
Still holding off the other two, Daisy watched the helplessly giggling troll. What was even more amazing than the giggles was that the troll no longer smelled like rotten fish. The giggling troll gave off an aroma like roses. Then, most amazing of all, when the giggling reached its zenith, the troll turned to stone, then crumbled into a big pile of beige dust.
This gave Daisy a brilliant idea. Turning her ice ax into a feather duster, she held off the other two trolls with what Jesse would later call her patented Kitchy-Kitchy-Koo Offense, tickling them under the armpits, under the chin, on their round bellies, anyplace she thought they might be ticklish.
Like the first troll, they were seized by fits
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