The customer glared. Then she threw the bonnet at Sophie and stormed out of the shop. Sophie carefully crammed the bonnet into the wastebasket, panting rather.
The rule was: Lose your temper, lose a customer. She had just proved that rule.
It troubled her to realise how very enjoyable it had been.

Entry: Barbary Vikings
Where horned Helmets and fur Cloaks; otherwise you could misstake them for Northern Barbarians. They swagger hughly, quarrel hughly, drink hughly and boast hughly.
They thing they like the best is killing people, particulary lots at once. If a Barbary viking goes berserk, he will kill even more freely. Stand clear if one does.
All of them are excelent seamen. Their Boats have square sails and lines of Shields down the sides.
Quite often, the Managment employs them as Pirates because they are good at raping and looting and burning.
But on some Tours they appears as allies of a rather wilful kind, and will take Tourist for a sail.
At home, which are somewhere quite northerly, they have a King, who is Good and to whom they are viciously loyal, and they womenfolk whom you scarly se at all because they are all at home berring warrios. Barbary vikings are even maler then Anglo-Saxoon cossacks.

I'm going to bed, where I may die.

A fickle heart is the only constant in this world

I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can't see; I can't talk properly; I can't do anything without help. The only think I can do properly is think. And I know how to exploit my condition. I've had years of practice.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.