Daring-Do and the Spear of the Windigos
“Ex
cuse me, sir?” asked the tan-furred pegasus, blinking her eyes from behind a pair of reading glasses. She’d been translating an extremely old manuscript and the text was very small; the reading glasses helped immensely. Then she had called to President Algernon’s office and told it was a matter of some importance.
She’d left her work quickly, forgetting to take the glasses off and she squinted slightly as Algernon continued.
“I said we need a new field agent. After the last one di...
retired, we haven’t had anyone to do the legwork, so to speak. Then your name was brought up. We
thought it must have been some clerical error, but, other than the different spelling...”
Daring sighed. “You’re talking about my sister Derring, aren’t you?” She hastily added “Sir.”
“Yes. Yes indeed.”
“Well, sir, then why didn’t yo..”
“We tried. She said something about us ‘not being able to afford her’ and refused to take any more messages from us. The Do family are well known as the best of the best and when your name came up...”
Daring broke in “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m nothing more than a translator; I wouldn’t know the first thing about field work.”
“But you’re a
Do. This sort of thing is practically in your
blood.
“Not mine, sir. My older sister maybe, but…”
“Oh come now. You must have learned
something from your father or sister!”
“My sister and I aren’t really on the best of terms and...I’d rather not talk about my father. Sir.”
Algernon looked embarrassed. “Oh. I’m sorry Daring. I forgot…”
“That’s alright, sir. Just a slip of the tongue, I’m sure. If I might beg your leave, sir…”
“
No, Daring, ” said Algernon firmly. “The fact of the matter Is we
need a field agent and, despite your statements to the contrary, I’m sure you’re the mare for it. Don't
force me to order you, please.”
“Very well, sir.” Daring stood up straight. “When will I be leaving?”