Prince Charming was leaning out of one of the high windows of the Enchanted Castle. He was in a good mood, lazy and well pleased. Love does that to a man, at least for a while, and Charming was in the first rush of it.
Still, it was disconcerting to see, as he watched through the window, bits and pieces of the Enchanted Castle disappearing.
He looked again, toward the stables. Half of them had disappeared while he was looking the other way. He reminded himself that they’d have to get out of here soon. This castle wasn’t going to last long, the way the power of its protective spells was running down.
“Darling! Come down! Our guests want to meet you!”
Scarlet’s voice floated up the staircase to the bedroom where Prince Charming was supposed to be arranging his tunic. He liked to have his clothes look good. He knew this party was a big occasion for Scarlet, because this was the time she was bringing over Cinderella and other storybook friends. Charming wasn’t completely sure how he liked having all his friends imaginary beings from folklore, but it seemed to be working out all right.
He was interested in the way the Enchanted Castle worked. As he stood there, watching, he could see a piece of the entrance road which led under the castle wall. Suddenly a section of the wall vanished. A stone gargoyle on one of the battlements disappeared.
“Charming!” Again, Scarlet’s voice. “Where are you?”
A slight petulance to the voice … It occurred to Charming that he didn’t know his sweetheart very well. He had assumed that the eternal happiness promised to them in the fable was of the self-creating, self-adjusting kind, not meaning he had to do adjustments himself. All right. . . .
With a final glance at his appearance in a tall mirror, he departed and went down the stairs. Below him, in the great ballroom, an orchestra in black tie and white perukes was sawing away at something polyphonic. The guests stood about, under the great crystal chandeliers, sipping champagne and nibbling canapes.
There was Scarlet, arm in arm with Cinderella, who had become her greatest friend. It had been Cinderella’s idea to have a waking-up party for Scarlet. It would also serve as an engagement parry for Scarlet and Prince Charming.
Prince Charming recognized two famous Irishmen among the guests. They were Cuchulain and Finn McCool. Looking around, he saw other heroes from France, Germany, from the Orient – Roland, Siegfried, Aladdin.
They saw him, and a round of applause went up. There were exclamations of “Well done, old man!”-the words one wants most to hear after having awakened the Napping Princess. They sang a rousing chorus of “For He’s a Jolly Good Hero.”
Yes, moments didn’t get much better than this, Charming decided. Even if bits of your enchanted palace are breaking away, even if Princess Scarlet has a bit more of a whine than you might have wished, his moment of triumph was sweet.
So he felt all the more trepidation when there came a loud pounding on the gate. It reverberated through the castle, and every guest stood still and gazed at the doorway.
Prince Charming said to himself, Rats! Good events don’t usually introduce themselves so emphatically.
“Who is it?” he called.
“One who would crave a favor,” came a muffled voice from outside.
Charming was about to say no, but then he realized that on this day of his triumph he had to face up to what came along. Storybook heroes who are about to marry the Napping Princess don’t refuse to answer the door of the Enchanted Castle to anyone, no matter how bad the premonitory vibes.
“Well,” Charming said, “I really don’t have time for a big favor, but maybe a little favor …”
He unbarred the door. The man who entered reminded him of someone. But where could he have met this tall, grim-faced warrior with the brazen helmet pulled down about his ears?
“Who are you?” Charming asked.
The warrior pushed back his helmet. Charming found himself looking into the bearded half-mad face of Frike.
“Frike!” Charming said. “It’s you! But there’s something different about you … let me think a moment. . . . I’ve got it! You used to be rather small and hunchbacked, and now you are quite tall, well muscled, and with no indication of a limp.”