money for sweets and then it was usually not more than a piece of candy. How could Medea resist the whole food? Although the prince had not yet danced with her, she was barely eliminated from the dance floor. A nobleman called one after the other to dance. Even if Lean should decide against it, it would certainly not even last a week and one of the other courtiers would ask for her hand. Heera pushed a chocolate between her teeth: chocolate with nuts and raisins. Delicious!
"You like it?" She said suddenly on a male voice. Shocked, she went on together and promptly choked. She began to cough, but as a hand touched her gently on the back and all of a sudden she could breathe again. Embarrassed, they looked into the face of her counterpart. He wore a dark blue robe that identified him as the royal court conjuror.
"I have never eaten anything better " she confessed honestly and felt caught.
"If you don't prefer the dance floor as the other? If you're hiding behind the buffet, no one will notice you. And certainly not the prince. "
She grinned. "That was actually my plan."
He looked at her. "I fear that it is already too late. After your insult everyone should know your name."
Heera shrugged her shoulders unimpressed. ""Why don't you dance?"
Amphion seemed surprised by the question. "I? I am a magician and not a dancer! "
"And I am a farmer and not a princess," Heera countered, laughing. "Especially for you as a magician it had to be easy to float, on the floor. You can be whatever you want. Even a dancer, if you feel like it." "
Amphion conjured always what the royal family demanded of him. Ever since he was a boy, he lived in the castle and was the king of services. He never used his magic to give himself an advantage. "No one would dance with me," he answered Heera, before he could think on his words. Despite their rowdy manners he could talk with shame or stuttering as in the presence of young girls often been the case otherwise.
"I know someone," she replied with a meaning smile. He was afraid that she might even think, but she gestured with a nod to her beautiful sister Medea, who came straight out toward her. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair slightly dishevelled from the dance. Amphion came back in a panic, but Heera held him tight at the arms. "Calm down! You do not need to be afraid of her. Medea is not only pretty, but also nice. She likes everyone and everyone likes her! "
The young wizard could not imagine that a girl like Medea would share more than a polite nod to him. She would never dance with him alone Heera’s proposal would make him the laughingstock of the whole room.
But as far as it should not come, because suddenly the tall Agnes put Medea in the way. The girls had a certain similarity with their long black hair, although they were different as night and day. Medea was gentle and reserved, Agnes was confident and demanding. They jostled against her rival and splattered with the contents of her glass. Dark red wine spilled on Medea's blue dress. Tears gathered in her eyes and she stared in disbelief up at Agnes.
She threw her hands theatrically over her mouth and wailed loudly: "Oh no, but I'm sorry!"
Amphion did not take the repentance from second. Nor Heera, the already overcrowded on the onlookers. Medea looked alternately between her dress and Agnes back and forth, unsure what to do next. Finally, she sobbed out loud and ran out of the room crying. Agnes looked at her triumphantly afterwards, but the joy did not last long. Because the next moment, her cheek glowed red of the handprints of Heera.
"You lousy snake!" She said Agnes in rage. Agnes formed eyes to slits and she pulled hard on Heera’s brown hair. These Agnes screamed and kicked in the shins. One blow followed the next. Even grown men have not delivered a better fight. Soon the whole court was gathered around the two girls who stood up to each other, struck, dragged by the hair, torn clothes and scratch the faces. Only Queen