CHAPTER 7: DINNER IN THE BALLROOM.
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Disclaimer: Again, I swear you Labyrinth doesn't belong to me. This is exhausting, you know. However, yes, are mine Sir Erwin, Sir Gontran, Sir Conrad and Lady Alin. I hope that they like you because will find them throughout history. The personage of the ears who is mentioned either, he he. You will understand it when you arrive in the middle of this chapter, so so.
Goblin King paused in front of the entrance of the Ballroom, waiting that they announced them. He observed of look scornfully at his companion, who seemed to be controlling her rage. His eyes settled in the anxious chest that raised and lowered with each inhalation and exhalation that she did. He would have to watch her close in case if she occurred to throw a chair against the walls like the other time. He smiled for himself.
"You don't forget to smile, my Sarah. There are many wanted to be in your place." Her eyes saw him with fire. Oh, yes! She hated him with each fiber of her being!
"Attention; His Highness, Jareth, King of the Goblins, and Lady Sarah!" the Ballroom, now full of guests, stayed in silence while the inner doors were open let the way to the pair. The guests bent in respect their sovereign.
Sarah observed that although there were some others of the same race that the king, in their majority was creatures like whom it described that red book. Indeed, there had some that… to her became well-known. She already remembered! That ones that she saw in those images! That ones that helped her with the door that time! Although she would not remember everything of that time … She sighed overwhelmed. Why did she not remember? They, as well seemed to mean something to her with their glances; they seemed desperate to communicate something to her but, something prevented them. Even, it seemed that nobody had permission to come near to her. Or would it only be because he was to her side?
Jareth took her to up to a long table; he ran a chair so that she sat down to his side. He was located in the head and indicated a servant who could begin to serve. Soon, the servants brought different subjects of gossip. The girl could recognize some that, others did that it until doubting if she would prove sometimes them. Food of goblins; she thought. Out of doubts, better not ask.
"His Majesty, is truth what have we heard?" questioned a fey older than Jareth seated in front of Sarah.
"It depends than you have heard." This one smiled as if he was making a warning.
"Oh! Surely." He lowered the voice in a more confidential tone catching the suggestion. "We don't want to ruin the surprise." accomplice laughed with smoothness and returned to speak with normality. "I talk about to… the greatest celebration after this one." he chose the words very carefully.
"Yes; it's certain." He smiled spying to Sarah that examined with certain apprehension the subject of gossip that had served to her.
"I'm glad much for you, His Highness."
"Thanks, uncle."
"It doesn't taste as badly as it's seen." Sarah heard a voice next to her. She observed towards her other side and she found another fey. Brilliant! What could not at least seat her next to some creature that no was so… annoying and boasting that this race! The subject was young, could say that an adult almost. His eyes were similar to those of the king but of gray color. He was a blonde-haired person darker than the one of Jareth, although equal of straight, also with an uneven cut, that was not fluffy, and fell smoothly on his factions without getting to reach his shoulders.
"And…, what assumes that it's?" she still questioned with her bad humor making the rounds her person.
"Well…," he clarified his throat uncomfortable. "It's like… a little beast that there's in your world, I think."
"And… what 'little beast' has in my world that cannot you name?"
"Weeell…," he said trying to think in something "Oh, hell! I had to maintain my mouth closed! He without a doubt will kill to me" he thought before to speak again. "In your world…" he returned to make noise with his throat "there's a very likeable personage who… Well, he has enormous ears and… he joins with other animals, I think. He until has a castle with different princess or something thus. I just know it why I've heard it. I never have traveled to your world."
"What type of ears?" she worried. Jareth studied to both. His cousin had already to be speaking of more!
"Cousin, are you bothering to my lady?" the young man seemed to be astonished.
"Never! You know that I admire you and I follow near your steps."
"Badly way." she murmured and she bit the lips before the admonishing watched of Jareth. The boy to her side tried to stay serene and he was covered the mouth with a handkerchief.
"Little thing, have you some problem with that?" the young girl observed him annoying. How dared he to call her of that form in front of his relatives and guests!
"My name is Sarah." She springs him with hatred.
"Your name is Sarah, yes. But I call to you as I take a fancy to do it, my little girl." he smiled to her with superiority to only annoy her. Sarah's eyes didn't stand clear of above to him; if they were daggers, he would have already them in his body. He ignored her and called to one of the servants with a gesture of his hand. "Changes the plate of the lady; this one… refining subject of gossip isn't of her affability." she noticed something of diversion in his voice. And was confirmed it the 'Mph…' that drowned with a hand his idiot cousin to her side.
"Yes, His Majesty." the goblin made a reverence and retired the plate of Sarah. "With your permission, My Lady." and immediately, he returned with another plate that to her seemed of better aspect.
"I hope that you like this one, my dear." he watched her with maliciousness. "And ignores the commentaries of my cousin. He's too young, as you will see and… usually he speaks when 'must' to be enjoying 'his' foods." he went to which lifted his eyebrows with mischief.
"Cousin! That sounded to as if I wanted to do to me of your prey. You can accuse to me of any thing less than something thus."
"I know it" he watched him with fixedness. "But, you must feed you well if you wish to be strong; so tries to remain you with the mouth fill with food." he smiled to him with self-confidence.
"Yes, His Highness." he dealt with all his forces to be serious. "I'll try to do it." To Conrad, returned to escape a smile of his lips.
"Is this chicken?" Sarah tried to inquire by one of the servants.
"Yes, My Lady. With some vegetables. Would you like more wine?"
"Wine!" she questioned astonished. She was so angry that not even she had noticed that she had in front to her. Conrad bit the lips forced himself to maintain his tongue well quiet before some commentary escaped to him that his cousin, the king, would disapprove.
"There's some other… problem, my dear?" Jareth questioned.
"I don't drink wine! I'm minor!" she answered. This time Conrad could not with his genius and his laughter appeared of his lips.
"I'm sorry!" he was excused immediately when as much Sarah as the monarch fulminate him. "I… remembered a joke that told me… Gontran!" he blamed the man next to his father, in front of himself. This one, that had but soldier aspect who of nobleman in comparison to the other three that they surrounded to Sarah, observed him confused and with the frown gathered.
"I never count jokes, Conrad! That rather you're and I never found the grace it!"
"Honey," his wife to his side, seemingly as soon as a pair of years older than Sarah, drew his attention forcing him to see her with a hand in the chin. "Leaves peacefully to my poor brother. Just… pretend not to know him," she said as if nothing had happened. Her brother was on his aware embarrassed. She not even respected him for being older! Well, although was by very little…
"Another one more!" Conrad protested. "Thanks, Alin!" And Sarah could not avoid to smile, reason why her head bent. Conrad noticed it and he laughed to himself; at least somebody laughed of his occurrences, but his laughter finished when again he was in the funny but admonishing sight of his cousin. In addition, like Sarah, he was concentrated in his plate.
"Sarah." Jareth named her and she bit her lower lip before seeing him. "If the wine isn't of your affability, also it can be changed. You don't have more to ask. "
"T-thanks. It's that… I don't drink alcohol and…"
"I understand. Bring juice for Lady Sarah," he returned to demand, while he took her hand over the table. "And…," he inclined towards her to speak to her to the ear "by a side it's better for now. Here everything is more… intense than in your world. You noticed it?" she observed with curiosity and mistrust. Jareth nearly was for to laugh, but still maintained her hand and returned to her ear. "I talk about to that here everything is as must be, my little girl. We didn't use those… chemical agents and others. For that reason, 'everything' is better here," he returned to straighten in his chair and he yawed to her an eye. She blushed; she didn't know why the peach tree that they shared came to her memory and… that kiss.
Luckily, soon the dessert arrived, which Sarah accepted tasteful. It didn't have any strange appearance and she doubted that 'it had by ingredient some little beast.'
"Exquisite!" Erwin, the father of Conrad and Alin gestured.
"Cousin! Please, congratulates who to has done this!" the young man next to Sarah commented. She took a spoonful to the lips and as soon as she could think that something taste so good. Yes. It seemed to have cinnamon, chocolate, nuts, almonds… Mh…! Paradisiacal! She closed the eyes savoring it; not even, it mattered to her that he was seeing her; along tonight this was the unique thing that she truly was enjoying. Jareth studied her with pleasing. He knew that it would like her. The sweets always worked especially with somebody so ingenuous. "It's so tempting as the body of a little young girl!" Jareth looked to Conrad like assuring that he would kill him at any time, opportune or no. The poor Sarah nearly suffocates, and she accepted the glass that Jareth reached to her immediately. Alin covered the eyes with a hand. Her brother was a disaster! Still she didn't understand why in spite of him they continued being the favorite relatives of her cousin. Why could he not only maintain his mouth closed? "Oh I'm sorry, Lady Sarah, wasn't my intention to be… crude!" he apologized immediately to true weighing.
"Sarah, are you well?" she was able to shake her head affirmatively. Jareth nailed the eyes in his relative. "Conrad, I notice it to you for the last time just eats and be silent. It's not much what I ask to you, right?"
"Not… But I cannot avoid it! Believe me that attempt with all my forces, and when I trust, zap; I do it again!"
"Then, you don't trust you.Stay alerts all along if you cannot think before speaking. Here we are in the presence of ladies; you must habituate to modify your modals and your commentaries." Conrad seemed to mean something. Jareth went ahead to him. "Still if you did it without bad intention."
"Conrad," his father called him "why you don't put yourself firmer in your studies, son mine? I know that you don't please your tutor, but you must pay more attention to the protocol classes. He's the same that was in charge to educate Jareth."
"I'll try," the young promised and adapt himself in his seat. "I hate to that old fool," he murmured to himself and soon he straightened before the glance of his sister.
"Are you better?" Jareth questioned sweetness.
"Y-yes… Thanks. It wasn't fault of him, I… I suffocated by been relaxing." she tried to defend him. She didn't know why but the boy seemed the black ewe of the family and, somehow he made her think about herself.
"Conrad is too frank, and for that reason always he puts in problems." he smiled to her like wanting to make her know that the named one wasn't in danger some, except for the penance to be stricter with his studies. "Finishes calm your dessert, Sarah mine. Within moments, we will begin to the dance. As you know, I must initiate it, and you're my partner. Do you remember something of this?" a gesture with the hand did around towards his. Sarah seemed to look for in her mind.
"Mh…" she closed her eyes. "I never sat down in the table. I only… appeared and… I looked for something, somebody…" she watched him confused. "I thought that was to you…, but…"
"Yes?" he questioned serious.
"The clock sounded…" she lowered her view somewhat ashamed, next to elevate it towards him. "and… it was a trap. As always." the monarch sighed.
"Sarah, everything is not a trap. And…, that one was your dream. I did not do more than please you."
"That not…!" he put a gloved finger on her lips.
"We were in which we would clarify all it after the dance. Do you remember?"
"I never decided similar thing!" she defied him; his glance became hardened.
"No. you don´t; but, I, your King, yes I do. And that is everything." She frowned to him and she was dedicated exclusively to her dessert ignoring to all around.
Jareth waited patiently to that, she last condemned finished. If in principle he had pleased to see her enjoying it, he now detested it, especially because she was enjoying no longer it, rather, punishing it with the spoon and the tense jaw. Finally spent minutes, already assured that she had ended the same and that she had drunk, he was put standing up and he extended a hand towards her. The musicians had begun to play on the melodies to initiate the dance.
"Do you allow me this one piece, love?" she blushed. Why he continued putting those nicknames to her! And why especially he had to use that!
"I've election?" she faced him.
"You did none, in fact. I only thought that asked you would be more amiable than order you, but I fear that I forgot that you like second. Or perhaps, you prefer that I drag you until the dance floor?" The eyes of Sarah ignited indignant and she placed her hand on him. "That I thought." he observed her of look scornfully while she stand up and they went to the center of the Ballroom. In respect to the King, she would have to do a reverence to him, something that she ignored completely. But, it did not seem to matter to him, and however he smiled. Thus a queen behaved, with that pride. And although some remained astonished, others shared the thought of the monarch. Jareth captured the small and delicate hand of Sarah, inside his gloved white and surrounded her waist with his arm shortening the distance, according to the due thing. The young girl supported the one that was free in his shoulder with smoothness, the embroidering and the stones of his jacket produced tickle in her naked palm. The glance of the king was inflamed of passion, she could not clear her eyes of his, and that they seemed to appropriate her being. Music began to accompany them; Jareth guided her with supreme facility, it was as if they had danced all their life together, and as if it will not have existed bad understood nor before, nor now.
Hoggle observed worried and crossed glance his companions. Jareth, that rate, had removed them from the prison to only damage them, so that they saw their friend in his arms, while, she ignored them. Although, for a moment, when they entered to the Ballroom, he had seemed it to see in her glance recognition. But, he had prohibited them to speak her or to approach her, or he would send them direct to the center of the Bog of Eternal Stench.
"Don't worry, Sir Hoggle. Perhaps, it is only following to him the current to save to us."
"I doubt it, Sir Didymus. This time, she lost." He lamented. "And, perhaps, he has put some fort spell over her…"
"Sawah friend?" Ludo interrogated worried.
"I don't know it, Ludo." Hoggle answered with a loose hope sigh. "If what we eared it gets to be certain… I doubt that she is it." Ludo made a sad species of moaned, wile, Sir Didymus, trying to fortify them, slapped the shoulder of the dwarf.
