Imasu turned on him with eyes that flashed instead of shining. 'Yes, it is!' It was like a dam of musical critique had broken. My own sainted mother begged me, with tears in her eyes - ' Dignitaries of the town have been sent to me, asking me to plead with you to stop. 'I can't live a lie any longer!' Imasu burst out. 'I was simply overcome,' Imasu said in a faint voice. вЂњWhen Magnus looked at Imasu, he saw Imasu had dropped his head into his hands. His name was Imasu Morales, and he was gorgeous.вЂќ 'I resent your implication,' Magnus said. I see it all most clearly,' Catarina assured him. 'If we are all making lists of things we wish to hear no more. I have decided to devote myself to the art of the charanguista, and I wish to hear no more petty objections.' I wish to become proficient with a musical instrument.

'I have already explained myself to Ragnor. Catarina stopped him by putting a hand on his arm. 'You are conspiring against me and my art,' he declared. Magnus stared at Catarina for a moment, until he saw her lips twitch. Ragnor immediately collapsed with hysterical laughter on his windowsill. 'From the sound of it, the poor creature must be direly sick. 'Magnus, Ragnor, I heard a cat making a most unearthly noise,' she exclaimed. Her white hair was falling loose about her shoulders, and her face was the picture of alarm. They both heard the staccato thump of frantically running feet from within the house, the swish of skirts, and then Catarina came rushing out into the courtyard. He regarded his fellow warlock with a lofty stare of superb indifference, raised his charango, and began to play again his defiant, beautiful tune. Magnus refused to be affected by Ragnor's cruel judgments. 'You know I love it when you make jokes about your complexion.' 'Oh, I am positively green with envy,' Ragnor snapped. 'Because you do not have the soul of a true artiste like myself.' 'You are just jealous,' Magnus remarked calmly. 'That explains the sound you're making,' said Ragnor. 'It's a beautiful and very unique instrument! The sound box is made from an armadillo. Magnus cradled the charango in his arms as if it were an easily offended baby. 'I wouldn't call that an instrument of music,' Ragnor observed sourly. 'It does seem about time to learn a musical instrument.' He flourished his new prize, a little stringed instrument that looked like a cousin of the lute that the lute was embarrassed to be related to. 'I am almost six hundred years old,' Magnus claimed, and Ragnor snorted, since Magnus changed his age to suit himself every few weeks. вЂњWhat - what - what are you doing?' he demanded. Ragnor claims he saw you making for the carpet, crawling like a huge demented crab.вЂќ We thought you would remain there for some time, but we took our eyes off you for one minute, and then you scuttled off. Honestly, we thought it best to leave you sleeping on the ground. I'm sure the food did me good, Catarina, and you were very good to feed me and put me to bed - 'Д¬atarina shook her head.'You fell down on the floor. It would never have worked between me and the plate anyway. 'When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. 'Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate.' 'I'm sure I must have been sobering up at that point,' Magnus argued. We actually had a very pleasant meal, even though you were still very drunk.' 'You were most insistent that we try a local specialty that you called cuy. 'We then stopped for a meal,' Catarina said. 'But you were flying about and yelling and trying to, ahem, write messages for us with your carpet in the sky.' You kept saying that you wanted to go to Moquegua.' 'We tried, but you giggled, leaped onto the carpet, and flew away again. 'Oh, we couldn't stop you,' Catarina interrupted. 'I thank you for stopping me there,' Magnus said. ''Impressed' is not the word to use to describe how I felt last night, Magnus.' 'Considering my highly intoxicated state, you must have been impressed with my aim.' 'Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. 'You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as a cactus,' Catarina said, her voice flat. 'Thank you for that interesting and enlightening information,' Magnus croaked. Mammoth deserts are so called because they are larger than ordinary deserts.' 'I also prefer not to remember the time we spent in the desert. 'I prefer not to repeat them,' Catarina said.

'You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. 'You broke into a man's house,' Catarina said.

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