Tipsy Moon - стр. 19
A melodious voice, like a song, came in response:
"Ah, my dear, you are absolutely right! Perhaps I will order our Goban to make me a pair of earrings with these stones. They say he is the best blacksmith in our mountains".
Aha… There was no need to spy further. The ring with sapphires definitely doesn’t belong to her. And the banshee is a good! She figured out well how to find out the information we needed without raising suspicion.
I put my load of six mugs on the dwarves table who were arguing about something and went for the next bunch. Ah, by the way, I need to somehow find out what Goban knows about the ring. If he made it, then he must have remembered it. It was very remarkable, so he probably did not forget who he made it for.
I poured another round of six mugs and was about to leave the bar stand with them when I noticed that the room had become dead silent… Even the musicians had stopped playing and were staring straight at the front door. I turned in the direction of their astonished gazes and stared at… myself. My eyebrow rose. A double ganger with golden eyes and a black cape was smiling at me.
"Free ale for everyone! " – the other me announced to the entire pub.
The real me frowned.
"Very funny, Púca. Keep it up and you won't get any ale at all, even for money!" – I yelled at the mischievous shapeshifter, causing him to gasp in fear and take his usual form. I threw the mugs on the empty table and quickly ran up to the prankster, lifting him by his long black ear.
"Ouch! Eithne! I swear, I won't do it again!" – Púca squealed, quickly realizing his future fate. He was certainly a troublemaker, but many could envy his intelligence. Although today he clearly messed up… Turning into me wasn't very smart, of course.
"Now, go and take these mugs to the guests on the veranda! They've been waiting for them for a long time because of you", – I ordered the guilty shapeshifter, finally letting go of his ear. He, in turn, quickly grabbed the mugs and disappeared behind the door. Told you – he’s smart! He didn’t even argue!
Realizing that the show was over, everyone returned to their mugs and conversations, and the music once again filled the pub with a cheerful, festive mood.
Of course, there were plenty of jokers among the fairies… Mentioned before Clurichaun for example is constantly trying to steal a barrel of ale from me when he goes home. But he doesn’t see my charms and doesn’t know that none of my property can leave my house through the portal in the hawthorn tree. But he still tries every time, and gets stuck in the branches, which always amuses me.