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Chapter 3
Damn damn damn. That's what Jareth was thinking an hour later. Sarah had slapped him and run back into the castle, to her room, and hadn't come out since. Jareth just didn't understand what he had done to make her run from him. True, he had insulted her friend, but he doubted that was it. Whatever it was, he had to correct it. They had been getting along so well until now, and he wanted that friendship to keep growing. After all. He loved her, and he wanted her to love him in return.

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Sarah was furious. How dare he kiss her after insulting her friend like that? After all, Hoggle had been more than kind in fulfilling Jareth's request by coming to get her. Then she stopped fuming, which she had been doing for the past hour. Hoggle had told her he had been sick for a week before he had come and got her, and that the physician had done nothing to stop Jareth from losing his voice. And why hadn't Jareth simply used his magic to bring his voice back? The peices of the puzzel no longer fit so neatly together.

She sat on her bed, thinking. Just who had been taking care of Jareth before she arived? She suspected Hoggle, but wasn't sure. She left her room, going to Jareth's.

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Jareth looked up, surprised to see the object of his thoughts barge into his room before knocking. "And you called me rude," he said, a smirk on his face. "I need to talk to you, Jareth," the girl answered, not even bothering to appologize. "Who was it that was taking care of you before Hoggle brought asked me to come here?" she asked. Jareth frowned. "Come to think of it," he said, "it was Hoggle. Why do you ask?" Sarah nodded.

"I thought so," she said. "Now, mind telling me why you didn't just use your magic to get your voice back?" "I see what you're getting at, Sarah. You think Hoggle put something in my food to make me lose my voice? But why would he do that?" Sarah shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't we ask him? Though if I'm right, you'll have to admit that he has more bravery than you give him credit for." Jareth nodded. "I agree," he told her.

"HOGGLE!" they yelled, at the same time. The dwarf heard their call and knew he was in trouble, but he also knew he had to go to them. The rules of the Underground, after all, were the rules, and a promise, after all, was a promise. And Hoggle had promised Sarah he'd come whenever she called. Now, however, he was starting to regret it.

Hoggle slowly stepped into the room, looking every bit the coward Jareth had called him. "Yes, yer Majisty?" he asked. Jareth stooped down to the dwarf's eye-level. "Hoggle," he asked, "did you put something in my tea to make me lose my voice?" Hoggle nodded slowly. "I admit it. I put dragon's root in there. I ain't ashamed of nothin' I did. But before you tip me in the Bog, I did it to get you two together. You two belongs together."