the fourteenth princess, chapter 11: troublemakers
by emily de villaincourt
illustrated by danny delacroix and konrad kraus
editorial consultant: Prof. Dan Leo
the guards locker room and lounge was just inside the front door.
helga had a desk in a little area partitioned off in a corner of the room. she was sitting at it one morning making out a duty roster when two of the guards - zelda and monika - came in. they walked over to the desk.
zelda spoke. "good morning, helga."
"good morning." helga looked up, mildly curious. the guards did not have to "report" to her, they just had to be where they were supposed to be at the right time.
zelda looked down at the paper helga was writing on. "any changes?"
"no. not really. why, did you want some change?"
"no. but i got a question."
monika sat down on the edge of the desk. "you don't mind if i park my fat ass here, do you?"
"be my guest. what is your question?" helga asked zelda.
"some of us were hanging out at terry's down in the village last night, and we got to talking - " zelda looked over at monika but monika was just staring at helga .
"and -?" helga prompted her.
"well, you know how some of us are helping the girls - our girls - with their books that they're writing -?"
"yes, i've heard that some of you are," helga answered.
"it's not against the rules," said zelda.
"i know, it's says right in the rules that you can. and there's some stuff about the staff not having expertise or something. so?"
"how about you?" monika interrupted. "you helping your girl out?"
"no, she's pretty bright, she doesn't need any help from me."
"but you would if she asked you?"
helga shrugged. "maybe. she's not asking me."
"and besides," monika eyed helga. "you're pretty busy running the place and all."