Jareth appeared in the middle of a large circular room with Sarah in his arms. He walked towards a large white canopied bed and gently deposited Sarah's unconscious form in the middle of it. He conjured up a white blanket and tucked her in like a sleeping child. He stood for a moment admiring his prize and then turned around suddenly when he heard the growl of thunder. The circular room had many windows with thin white drapes fluttering in the breeze. Jareth strode over to one of the windows and looked out onto the Labyrinth. From the sand hills where he first bought Sarah to the Underground a storm was brewing. The horizon was a dark ominous purple. The roll of thunder growled once again, followed by a zigzag of lightening. Jareth glared daggers at the storm clouds and then turned back inside the room. Walking across the marble floors, his booted heels clicked. Looking at Sarah, he snapped his fingers and all the windows closed in the room. He snapped his fingers again and a small bouncing goblin appeared before him. The little thing fairly quivered with excitement and fear at the sight of Jareth. It bounced on the floor like a rubber ball several times before Jareth told it to stop. "Watch her!" he commanded to the small bouncing goblin. The goblin bounced with a "ping" to say he understood.
Jareth left the room and moved down a long corridor, making several turns before he came to wooden door with a hag on the door knob. The hag cackled as Jareth went in. The room was very plain except for a large basin made of stone that stood in one corner. Jareth moved towards the basin and peered into its watery depths. The water swirled and trembled a bit then a face appeared. It was a man's face; neither old nor young, rather timeless, like all the beings of the Underground appear, though this face appeared rather tired and wary.
"Arthur, what is the meaning of this?" barked Jareth.
"Of what, sire?" Arthur raised a watery eyebrow.
"The rain you blasted watery fool! The rain! It never rains in the Labyrinth, not unless I tell it so."
"It would appear that your enemies are testing your boundaries, sire" the watery face remarked calmly.
"So it would seem" Jareth said, curling his lip. "The strongholds that protect the Labyrinth still remain. Until then, we wait and watch for the first move."
"Very wise, Sire" Arthur remarked. "But if I may sire, when and if that does happen, how are you going to get the council to allow you sanction to start a war? For it seems to me the last time you asked permission, the council said your kingdom did not yet qualify."
"It will qualify" Jareth drawled, his mismatched eyes glittered dangerously.
"But how Sire?" the mirror man persisted." Did they not say that you needed…?"
"Jareth you inhuman bastard! "a voice screeched.
"My word, what in heaven's name was that?" Arthur asked.
"Your new Queen" Jareth smiled.