The Lord of Maigret: The Triangle of Blub

The host marched on: pupils, gamers, elves and wizards marched through the corridors of doom and entered the dreaded eastern wing of Middle-School. Right in front of them stood the lobby of Minas Entrance. Minas Entrance is the home of the Naz-Teachers: a place where tests are wrongfully corrected and where the coffee-machine of doom supplies them. But no longer. Aramax, Giandalf and Sarusven rode into the corridor towards the dark lobby and collapsed it. Any Naz-Teachers would now be locked in there until judgement day, with only the spluttering coffee-machine of doom to keep them company… Soon after this small victory they reached the black gates of Blubdoor. The host gathered on the small playground before the high black gates and waited… Aramax looked around, the crowd was restless.. although there was no fear in their eyes, it is always hard to wait for battle. “Let’s get it over with!”: she said to her companions. Giandalf nodded and together they turned their horses towards the gates, SaruSven, Glenmli, Eostynn, Daxie and Nicorry in their wake. They halted right in front of it. Aramax looks up and yells: “Let the teacher of the dark French come forth! Let justice be done upon her!” As if in reply the gates opened and a dark figure rides out to meet them. This was no Naz-Teacher, since there was no aura of anxiety and examfailure around it. But who then could it be? The figure halts in front of Aramax, it had no eyes although it seemed to be looking right at her. It’s mouth was huge, with razorsharp teeth and some sort of markings around the helmet it wore (V(-1/0)). The most disturbing thing they could see was a long, sharp geometric triangle hanging from it’s belt. There was something reddish dripping of it… “My mistress, Blub the great, bids thee welcome.” It smiled in a most gruesome way. As soon as SaruStrike heard the weird accent in which it spoke he whispered to Giandalf: “Another math teacher…” “Definatly, and it looks like it’s the Triangle herself. ” “The Triangle of Blub?, the most ruthless and strict math-teacher of all?” SaruSven asked.

“Yes, no doubt about it, I wonder what it has to say.” The triangle, in the meanwhile, got annoyed and asked: “Is their any in this rout with enough marks to treat with me?” It’s head turned to Eostynn. “No definatly not you.” “We do not come to treat with Blub, chaotic and accursed.” Giandalf stated, “Tell your mistress this: The armies of Blubdoor must disband, she is to depart this school never to return!” The triangle clearly looks amused after Giandalf’s answer: “Aah, old greybeard. And you brought your friends too… I have a token I was bidden to show thee.” It rummaged through it’s robes and showed the fellowship Gilldo’s favorite I-pod (the one he got for his 35th birthday). Glenmli sighs in defeat, SaruSven looked horrified and Nicorry started to shout: “Noo! Gilldo!!” “Be silent!” Giandalf interjects sharply. “Aaah.” The triangle grinned: “The halfling was dear to thee I see.” and it tossed the I-pod to SaruSven who despite his shock caught it. “Know that he suffered greatly at the hands of his hostess, who could have thought one so small could endure so much homework and tests? And he did Giandalf, he did… ” Aramax slowly begins to ride towards the Triangle. “And who is this? Valydurs heir?” Aramax’s horse is now right next to the triangle’s, who continues it’s speech: “It takes more to make a queen then a broken Elvish Pen!”Aramax pulls out Penduril and stabs it into Triangle’s chest. The Triangle grasps and falls to the ground…dead. Glenmli muttes to himself “Well I guess that concludes negotiations.” Aramax turns toward the fellowship: “I don’t believe it!” she says, “I will not!” Then the gates of Blubdoor crack open again and a great army of orcils starts to pour out. Aramax and the others turn their horses and ride towards their own army. The great battle … begins!

Published in: on October 4, 2006 at 10:53 am  Leave a Comment  

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