Korolevstvo krivykh zerkal Page #4

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to add up all the hundreds.

I didn't add up,

I just multiplied.

What do you mean? Just multiplied?

What's your name,

great mathematician?

Olia.

Kolia!

- And what is your name, page?

- Ailok!

Don't shout!

Ailok!

- What name is that?

- Not in our files.

- Ailok is Kolia read backwards.

- How charming!

So you're backward?

Are you a mathematician too?

Yes, we're twins.

Listen all!

I appoint Kolia

the Most Scientific Mathematician

of our kingdom,

and Ailok his Most Scientific

Mathematician Assistant!

I won't keep you any longer,

ladies and gentlemen.

Masters of Ceremonies!

Quick!

Away! Shoo!

Pages!

Tramps!

Out of my palace!

Pages, I want to let you into

our important state secret.

The beautiful Elipter!

What would you like?

I'm listening.

I must let you into

an important secret of our kingdom.

It's interesting.

His Majesty Torrap 77

is a perfect fool.

Even babies know that secret.

It's time to replace the king.

By whom?

By a new king.

Or, perhaps, by a queen.

I agree.

Don't trust my father.

He himself aspires after the crown,

but without you or me, dear Daot.

He likes sodas, doesn't he?

Yes, he does.

- Poison?

- Kills instantly.

My Queen!

I agree to everything.

You look like very nice boys.

But you must be terrible liars

and scoundrels, aren't you?

Can you keep a secret?

Swear before the only straight

mirror in the kingdom!

These are arithmetic test problems.

My courtiers are all fools.

I want to glorify and immortalize

my name.

If I can count all the mirrors

in the kingdom,

my descendants will always

be proud of King Torrap 77.

- Proud of who?

- Me.

Would you agree to participate

in solving this problem?

We would,

but on one condition.

How dare you to make conditions

to a king?

Your Majesty!

It's a teeny-weeny condition.

Speak up.

A mirror-maker, Dneirf,

is incarcerated in the Death Tower.

We ask you to pardon him.

I can't pardon criminals.

- He's not a criminal!

- He's a real friend!

Can't pardon him.

- Then postpone the execution.

- For a few days at least.

Will you agree then to be

my scientific arithmeticians?

Yes!

Hold it.

Yes, no, yes, no...

No!

I agree!

The mirror-maker Dneirf's execution

is to be postponed!

The mirror-maker Dneirf's execution

is to be postponed!

Your Majesty!

- To pick one's nose...

- ...is not proper.

Everything is proper for a king.

Why was the mirror-maker Dneirf's

execution postponed?

Such was my wish.

- What?

- My royal wish.

- Your royal wish?

- Yes.

How dare you?

Get out of here!

Your Majesty, have you forgotten

the history of your royal family?

To become the queen, your great

grandmother had her sister executed.

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