Bartok The Magnificent Script Page

“Enough, rodent,” she hissed. “Your ‘magnificence’ is as threadbare as your cape.”

“Oh, popycock,” Bartok muttered, and stuffed his wand into his belt. bartok the magnificent script

The bell rang again, a joyful cascade. Across the kingdom, the ice melted from Prince Ivan’s body. The coal heart in his chest turned red and began to beat. “Enough, rodent,” she hissed

And there stood Ludmilla, stroking the bell. “Ah, the jester. Come to bow before your queen?” ” Bartok muttered