“So I get three wishes? Say yes or I’ll stick you back in the bottle.”
“Yes, my mistress, you are to receive, to the best of my ability, three wishes.”
“Good. I had to slaughter the entire Psiclysmian royal family, AND their horses and dogs, for access to the chest where they hid the bottle.”
“Yes, my mistress. I cannot, of course….”
“Skip it. I’ve worked a long time on my list and I don’t want you confusing me. I read up on you djinn while I was skinning princesses. No comments.”
“Very well, my mistress.”
“Now, I wish for an extended lifespan. Let’s say four thousand years with an option to renew.”
“That is no problem, my mistress.”
“And I wish for a tall castle on a remote mountain, furnished with all the luxuries I could want: a library with about a million different romantasy novels, a comfy reding room, an even comfier bedroom, and mute invisible servants who will bring me whatever I want to eat or drink, and tidy up around the place.”
“An excellent wish, my mistress.”
“And I want to be a gorgon.”
“I beg pardon, my mistress?”
“I figure if I have the reputation for being able to turn whatever I look at into stone, nobody’s going to come around and bother me while I’m trying to read.”
“The snakes will not be a problem, my mistress?”
“I wish to be a gorgon with the powers I mentioned and cute, cuddly snakes.”
“Here you are, my mistress. Being a djinn, I am immune to your gaze, so I can show you your reading room and then bid you farewell.”
“Excellent. Let’s see those invisible servants bring me a pot of hot Earl Grey tea and a plate of ginger snaps. Wow!”
“Yes, my former mistress. I shall now….”
“Wait! Did the cookies just turn grey?”
“You looked at them, Gorgon, and turned them to stone.”
“Well, that’s…. Wait! What happens when I try to read one of my books?”
“Farewell, oh Gorgon. Enjoy your first four thousand years. Don’t look at the comfy chair before you throw yourself…that’s going to leave a mark.”
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