Korolevstvo krivykh zerkal Page #2

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It's very difficult to rescue Dneirf.

What are we going to do?

There are only two keys

to the Death Tower.

One hangs over the king's throne.

Take us to the throne.

No one will let us enter

the king's chamber.

And the second key?

The Most Important Minister Daot

always keeps it with him.

- Daot?

- Toad.

That's right, he looks like a toad.

All green.

Now is the time of changing

the Guard of Pages.

Which guard?

The most important King's pages!

Jam.

Skimmings! Jam's skimmings.

Olia! Look!

Lots of jam!

What are you doing?

Let's take just one jar.

The smallest one.

Follow my example.

You see, I'm coping.

Come here!

Watch out, mice! A cat is coming.

Please, sirs, the most important

king's pages!

Jam!

Hurry up, little pheasants!

That's what happens to those

who have a sweet tooth!

Look what happens to those

who have a sweet tooth!

Oh, boys!

What are we going to do?

Is there out any course?

Those greasy, sticky spots

Not to be removed, of course!

Hurry up! Hurry up!

Take your clothes off!

Jam! Jam!

Have you stripped, my little brats?

It's not easy to wash you, I deem.

That's the way only silly cats

Get themselves embroiled in cream.

All right, little pheasants, now you

are going to be the King's pages.

- You remember everything?

- Yes, everything!

You won't get mixed up?

Keep your eyes open.

Look, the key!

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself!

- It's black, anyway.

- Beat it from here!

- Midgets!

We're not midgets!

Change of the Guard of Pages!

Change of the Guard of Pages?

Change of the Guard of Pages!

The key!

Pages!

Pages!

There come the tattletales.

- We're done for!

- No way!

Naughty boys,

is everything ready for the appearance

of His Most Royal Majesty?

We don't know.

What do you mean, you don't know?

Pages are supposed to know everything!

And we don't know everything yet.

Yet...

You're probably new here?

Yes, we're new!

Silence!

His cleverest, wisest,

handsomest, chicest Majesty,

King Torrap the Seventy-Seventh!

- Which one?

- Seventy-seventh!

Where's the Dowager Queen?

Resting after the grand promenade.

- And the Marriageable Princesses?

- They too.

What is it?

The promenade.

I always said... what?

Fresh air

is bad for your health.

- He's so stupid!

- Just like our parrot.

I invited you, ladies and gentlemen,

in order to...

To solve a most intricate

mathematical problem.

One hundred squares have

one hundred mirrors each.

How many mirrors in all?

- How many mirrors?

- The menu.

The King's menu.

I asked you, how many mirrors?

I feel shy.

How charming!

Turn away!

Arithmetic came hard to me

when I was a child.

I guessed so.

I learned to count only up to...

Up to three?

- How much is two plus two?

- Three.

And five minus one?

Three!

You're thrice the dolt!

You're absolutely right,

Your Majesty!

How many?

- How many mirrors?

- Two hundred.

Dunderhead!

- And what do you think?

- Four hundred!

You too!

Unbelievably stupid.

And what do you think,

Masters of Ceremonies?

We believe, Your Majesty,

it's four hundred and a half.

Why?

We think

that if four hundred isn't correct,

than four hundred and a half

would be correct.

You're fools with a half,

my dears.

This 77th one is as dumb...

as an ox.

You believe so?

I'm sure.

But that's a top state secret.

I'm as mute as a fish.

I got to go.

I'm not keeping you.

Anyway! One hundred squares

have one hundred mirrors each.

How many mirrors in all?

How many mirrors?

You. How many?

Come on, speak up!

How many mirrors?

As many as you wish.

- Ten thousand!

- Who said this?

I did.

You?

It's correct!

I swear by the beauty of my reflection,

it's a very complicated problem!

It's not complicated.

You didn't have enough time

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.

But your grandfather took the crown

from her

and confined his deposed mother

to a convent.

Your father executed your grandfather

only to sit on the throne

for 77 days.

Just seventy-seven days.

And you, if I'm not mistaken,

is the seventy-seventh?

What a coincidence.

Remember?

He was found dead in his bed.

And your mother became

the Dowager Queen.

Your elder brother succeeded him

as a king.

But he wouldn't listen to

his ministers' instructions.

Remember what happened to him?

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