“No, they have free will. So she’s still her own person. That’s what makes this whole thing interesting.”
“Free? Even when the choices are artificially narrowed?”
“That’s another interesting theological point-that is, yes, I suppose it isn’t very nice. Still, what’s to be done? She really is something of a game piece.”
“I guess so. I can’t help feeling a bit sorry for her, though.”
“Oh, I do, too. We’re big on sympathy.”
“Is that all? I mean, it doesn’t help her much.”
“But we’re not allowed to help in this. Though now you mention it, I suppose I could recommend her for some grace.”
“Wouldn’t that be cheating, helping her?”
“Not really. Grace sort of helps without helping, if you know what I mean. It kind of helps you to help yourself. I can’t see that as cheating. Yes, maybe I should. …”
Another sip.
“Have you always been that way?” she asked.
“What way?”
“Kind.”
“I suppose so.”
“How refreshing. It makes it easier having you as the observer.”
“Have you always been a witch?”
“It was a career choice, a long time ago.”
“Enjoyable?”
“Most of the time. What sort of entry does the Power of Light have going?”
“Oh, we’re calling it a Gothic cathedral-a radically new concept in the architecture of devotion and goodness.”
“How does it differ from the regular variety? Here, let me freshen your drink.”
“Thanks.”
When she returned, he began explaining Gothic cathedrals. She smiled and nodded regularly, fascinated.
Chapter 5
Scarlet paced before Ylith.
“I’m getting so sick of napping,” she said.
She continued to pace.
“I’m never fully awake, it seems, and I can’t get a good night’s sleep either. I need to do something more than stay here in this stupid castle waiting for some guy to come along and wake me up. I want to get out of here! I want to talk to someone!”
“You can talk to me,” Ylith replied.
“Oh, Aunt Ylith, you’re very nice. I’d be completely out of my mind if you weren’t here. But I’d like to talk to someone else. You know … a man.”
“I wish I could help you,” Ylith said. “But you know you’re not supposed to have any company. You’re just supposed to sleep until Prince Charming gets here.”
“I know, I know,” Scarlet said. Tears filled her eyes. “But it’s so boring, just sleeping all the time. And not even sleeping well. Napping! Oh, please, Aunt Ylith, isn’t there some way you can help me?”
Ylith considered. She felt more irritated with Azzie than before. She should have known better than to trust him again. Still, there was nothing she could do about it now.
The following day, there came a knocking at the gate: it came during one of Scarlet’s rare moments of wakefulness, and she rushed down to open it herself.
Standing at the door was a six-foot frog dressed in footman’s livery, with a white peruke slightly askew on his warty green head.
“Hello,” Scarlet said calmly. She was getting quite used to enchanted visitations. After talking with Azzie-who was very strange, in his puff-of-smoke comings and goings-and Ylith, who spent considerable time before a magic mirror, observing the townspeople at the foot of the mountain, as well as points distant (including the nether regions and lower astral realms)-nothing could surprise her. “Are you the Prince who’s supposed to awaken me?”
“Heavens no!” the frog said. “I am a messenger.”
“But underneath the frog disguise you’re really a handsome young man, aren’t you?”
“Afraid not,” he replied. “I’ve been enchanted to possess the power of human speech and made to be six feet tall.”
“What are you like when you’re not enchanted?”
“I’m six inches tall and I croak.”
“What do you want? ”
“I have an invitation for you.”
He held out a square of cardboard upon which letters had been embossed:
YOU ARE INVITED TO A CELEBRATION
MASKED BALL IN HONOR OF
CINDERELLA AND HER PRINCE
MUSIC BY ORLANDO AND THE FURIOSOS
GIORDANO BRUNO AND THE HERMETIC TRADITION
SPARTACUS AND THE REVOLTING SLAVES
CHARADES, DOOR PRIZES
TASTEFUL REVELRY
“Oh, thank you!” Scarlet said. “But why did Princess “Cinderella ask me? I don’t even know her.”