Is it not strange that mortals, if they spend any great length of time with us become so…grotesque? It's because their of their bestial natures. They hide it well at first; they smile and nod and act like people and then, almost like rotting carcasses, they disintegrate. We are their mirrors, and when they gaze into our perfect reflection of them…and they regress to their truer forms.
Do you know what they're being called now by the Court? Goblienes. From the Old Fair-Tongue "autumn fruits". They are wrinkled like aged apples are they not? So-o … revolting. I think it's a lovely description of them. Lady Liliath thought it up; I must reward her for her amusing ingenuity for is not something she's known for.
And what of you, dear Jareth? Do you know what they call you? La Roi d'Gobliene. The Goblin King. Because of your fondness for humans. Isn't it just a delightful title? You who have always been second to me: second born, second loved, second best…the proverbial spare to my heir. Now you are called a king, while I am still a prince; it must be so grand for you, mon frere aux yeux-bleu- my blue-eyed brother, to see me stand in your shadow. I am in the shadow of a Goblin King. Oh! How the Court will laugh! They will say 'Voyez! Behold the good son of our Roi d'Fee! He is lesser than this creature, this Jareth, who holds mortals and animals in higher regard than his own kind!'
Do you know what then would follow? Rumors. Human things, rumors are. Vile, untrue things, like the humans themselves. The Court will say 'If Jareth is greater than our beautiful perfect Prince-Regent, why then should we revere Gailien as our next Fairy King? For such as he would be unworthy. Let le prince d'juste-serrures rule!' Ha! Would the Fair-Haired Prince do that? Would he be a worthy ruler? I think not. I think Jareth is tainted. Corrumpu par l'humanite. It. Simply. Will. Not. Do. Non, il pas.
So, what should I do, Jareth? Should I allow such vile rumors to spread and denounce me? No. No I will not. Nor will I allow your continuing infatuation with mortal kind to taint the royal line of the Fey Court. La Cour d'Fee will not have a tainted king! I will make you Jareth le prince d'Impair-Yeux. Jareth, the Odd-Eyed Prince.
I will darken your left eye, your inner eye. And then you will not be able to see humans as people, not as you do now. But I will leave you other eye blue and pure- and so you will be marked as imperfect and you will be cast out of the Court for being so. I will be generous though. I will grant you the Stair-Castle near the Bog of Eternal Stench and the surrounding environs. I will give the fox you stole from my hunters a human consciousness, but let him remain as an animal. I will turn that human knight who championed you, Hogglesworth, into a coward dwarf. It will be fitting will it not? He spoke so boldly to me. He spoke down to me. I will make them immortal, so that they can live with their differences forever.
You will be under geis though; you will collect humans to you, and in doing so, you will turn legions to beasts, for you will keep them forever, and you will lounge in their revolting presence. You will collect human children, and you will become the enemy of the mortals. And so, my little white owl, I will remake you.