To make a long story short, I’m really in a fix, probably like no Fighting Cat before me. Right now I’m sitting in a luxuriant glade, up to my ears in soft green grass. Around me, a land of plenty, a regular Lake Zagutta resort, only no lake. The trees – I’ve never seen anything like them: green, green leaves, soft and silky, and on the branches huge fruit, they call them pears, one nibble and you can’t stop eating. On my left is a grove, and straight ahead the house. Kornei says he built it himself. Could be, I really don’t know, I do know that when I was assigned guard duty at His Highness’s hunting lodge, there was also a house, a luxurious one built by our top brains, but it doesn’t come close to Kornei’s. In front of the house is a swimming pool, and the water’s so clean that it makes
