Jareth was still angry with Emily. He took it out on a small goblin who
happened to be in the vicinity, and felt a little calmer. She was very
strong, and strangely she had a lot of control. Eventually he decided that
this would make it more interesting and fun to wear her down. In a way he
wanted Carol to resist in the same way, but maybe not, that would be too
much hard work.
Somewhere in the castle a young lad with short blond hair was carrying a tray of food, at the order of the Goblin King. Ben didn't like this. He wasn't a Goblin, and what gave Jareth the right to boss him about. He unlocked the door and proceeded into the room with the tray in front of him. The girl was sitting on the bed and had obviously jumped at the sound of the key in the lock. He said, "I've bought you some dinner." Emily had done a lot of thinking since arriving in the castle. She had no idea how long she had been there. The light from the window seemed perpetual and she didn't have a watch or could find a clock. Another problem was Collette; she would be annoyed at the phone call and either be scared or think that they were playing some nasty trick on her. And now a strange boy she had never seen before had made her jump out of her skin. She stood up slowly, her head still aching from her previous encounter with Jareth, and walked towards the boy. She felt the magic almost immediately. He looked at the boy's face - he had strange miss-matched eyes. "Who are you?" she asked quietly. "I'm Ben," came the answer. Emily thought carefully before asking another question. "Why are you here?" she tried. "I've bought you some dinner," was the predictable answer. "I mean why are you in the castle? Are you human? I thought all Jareth's servants were goblins."
"Oh he makes exceptions for some people!" was all she got. Now Emily was annoyed. "OK," she said, "I don't care who you are, would you do me a favour? Please?" "Depends!"
Emily gave up. "What do you want?" he asked, smiling. "Go and see my friend Collette. She should be at home. Tell her where we are and what has happened. She might know what to do about it." The boy was shaking her head. "Oh please," she said.
"And face the wrath of Jareth? No thanks." "Please, I need you to." "No!"
"Look, I'll do anything you want! What do you want?" "Nothing. I'm not doing it. Who knows what Jareth would do!" He started towards the door. "He's your brother isn't he?" Ben spun round. "How did you know?" he demanded. "I can tell these things," she said, smiling. This annoyed Ben. "Look, don't play games with me, little girl, I can be just as powerful and dangerous as him so don't..." "Then what are you afraid of?" she interrupted.
Ben swore at himself under his breath for that lie. He couldn't answer this girl. He looked at her and almost said something but thought better of it. "Well?" said Emily at length. "I'll think about it," he said, and disappeared. Emily was finding that really annoying and wished that she could do it.
Carol was bored. Again she looked at where her watch should have been and swore when it wasn't there. She tapped her fingers, and stood up when she heard a key in the lock. Was Jareth entering in a normal way? A boy entered the room and ignored her as he put a tray of food down on a table, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He looked at her and suddenly smiled for no reason.
"Eat, drink and be merry," he said. She looked at the food and then back at him. "Who are you?" she asked. He couldn't be bothered with the sequence again. "My name is Ben. Jareth is my brother, but I'm more like a servant. I have bought you some dinner, and yes I am terrified of the Goblin King." He went to leave. "Wait," called carol, "Will you do me a favour?" Ben groaned. "OK," he said loudly, "I'll go to your friend and hope Jareth doesn't kill me, or just possibly hope that he does. You humans are all the same. You just take take, take, take. You ask him to take you away, and all you do when he does is complain. Don't say anything, I'm going just prey for me, or whatever it is you do!" and with that he vanished. Carol was bemused and put out by this outburst. All she wanted was a trip to a flushable loo.
Jareth swore.
Colette was puzzled and very annoyed; not only had she been rung in the middle of the Monkees, but Emily had hung up before she could say anything. She had rung Emily's mobile, but nobody had answered. Now she was trying sleep in her ever-immaculate bed, dreaming of Monkees and Beatles, and was even more annoyed when a hand pulled on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, and looked up into the face of a boy she had never seen before. Colette wasn't the sort of girl to scream. She surveyed the boy's face for a moment before punching him square in the face. "Ow," said the boy, "you know under your law I could have you for assault!" "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" "Very well," said Ben, "I've come because your friends asked me to. I am Ben, brother to Jareth, King of the Underground." "The underground doesn't have a King. There's an earl's court, and a Baron's court. There's even a Ken Livingstone, but there's no King." Ben chose to ignore this remark. "I have come from your friends. He has kidnapped them and locked them in separate rooms." "Oh I get it. This is their idea of a joke. You're someone one of them go off with in Cyprus, and now they're playing a joke on me. Come out Carol, the games up Em. Where are you?"
"They're in the Castle. This isn't a joke. They thought you might be able to help them. I risked my neck to come to you." "You risked more than that, dear brother." Ben's face went a light shade of green, and he fell forward, landing on the floor with a small thud, his hair slightly covering his face. Collette spun round to where the new voice had come from. She saw a tall man with long blond hair, and weird eyes. He had striking similarities to the boy who seemed to be unconscious on the floor. "What the hell is going on?" Collette asked the world in general. "Nothing that effects you little girl," said the man. The boy on the floor groaned. "Come brother, we're going home." "No he's not! What have you done to him? He's staying here 'til he can move!" "Feisty, aren't we?" Jareth smirked. "Very well, I have bigger and more interesting fish to fry. I will warn you, my treacherous brother, I will return. You will learn to show respect for your elders and betters." He vanished. Collette was amazed and puzzled. Then the boy groaned again and she needed to tend to him.
Somewhere in the castle a young lad with short blond hair was carrying a tray of food, at the order of the Goblin King. Ben didn't like this. He wasn't a Goblin, and what gave Jareth the right to boss him about. He unlocked the door and proceeded into the room with the tray in front of him. The girl was sitting on the bed and had obviously jumped at the sound of the key in the lock. He said, "I've bought you some dinner." Emily had done a lot of thinking since arriving in the castle. She had no idea how long she had been there. The light from the window seemed perpetual and she didn't have a watch or could find a clock. Another problem was Collette; she would be annoyed at the phone call and either be scared or think that they were playing some nasty trick on her. And now a strange boy she had never seen before had made her jump out of her skin. She stood up slowly, her head still aching from her previous encounter with Jareth, and walked towards the boy. She felt the magic almost immediately. He looked at the boy's face - he had strange miss-matched eyes. "Who are you?" she asked quietly. "I'm Ben," came the answer. Emily thought carefully before asking another question. "Why are you here?" she tried. "I've bought you some dinner," was the predictable answer. "I mean why are you in the castle? Are you human? I thought all Jareth's servants were goblins."
"Oh he makes exceptions for some people!" was all she got. Now Emily was annoyed. "OK," she said, "I don't care who you are, would you do me a favour? Please?" "Depends!"
Emily gave up. "What do you want?" he asked, smiling. "Go and see my friend Collette. She should be at home. Tell her where we are and what has happened. She might know what to do about it." The boy was shaking her head. "Oh please," she said.
"And face the wrath of Jareth? No thanks." "Please, I need you to." "No!"
"Look, I'll do anything you want! What do you want?" "Nothing. I'm not doing it. Who knows what Jareth would do!" He started towards the door. "He's your brother isn't he?" Ben spun round. "How did you know?" he demanded. "I can tell these things," she said, smiling. This annoyed Ben. "Look, don't play games with me, little girl, I can be just as powerful and dangerous as him so don't..." "Then what are you afraid of?" she interrupted.
Ben swore at himself under his breath for that lie. He couldn't answer this girl. He looked at her and almost said something but thought better of it. "Well?" said Emily at length. "I'll think about it," he said, and disappeared. Emily was finding that really annoying and wished that she could do it.
Carol was bored. Again she looked at where her watch should have been and swore when it wasn't there. She tapped her fingers, and stood up when she heard a key in the lock. Was Jareth entering in a normal way? A boy entered the room and ignored her as he put a tray of food down on a table, which seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He looked at her and suddenly smiled for no reason.
"Eat, drink and be merry," he said. She looked at the food and then back at him. "Who are you?" she asked. He couldn't be bothered with the sequence again. "My name is Ben. Jareth is my brother, but I'm more like a servant. I have bought you some dinner, and yes I am terrified of the Goblin King." He went to leave. "Wait," called carol, "Will you do me a favour?" Ben groaned. "OK," he said loudly, "I'll go to your friend and hope Jareth doesn't kill me, or just possibly hope that he does. You humans are all the same. You just take take, take, take. You ask him to take you away, and all you do when he does is complain. Don't say anything, I'm going just prey for me, or whatever it is you do!" and with that he vanished. Carol was bemused and put out by this outburst. All she wanted was a trip to a flushable loo.
Jareth swore.
Colette was puzzled and very annoyed; not only had she been rung in the middle of the Monkees, but Emily had hung up before she could say anything. She had rung Emily's mobile, but nobody had answered. Now she was trying sleep in her ever-immaculate bed, dreaming of Monkees and Beatles, and was even more annoyed when a hand pulled on her shoulder. She opened her eyes, and looked up into the face of a boy she had never seen before. Colette wasn't the sort of girl to scream. She surveyed the boy's face for a moment before punching him square in the face. "Ow," said the boy, "you know under your law I could have you for assault!" "Who are you and what are you doing in my room?" "Very well," said Ben, "I've come because your friends asked me to. I am Ben, brother to Jareth, King of the Underground." "The underground doesn't have a King. There's an earl's court, and a Baron's court. There's even a Ken Livingstone, but there's no King." Ben chose to ignore this remark. "I have come from your friends. He has kidnapped them and locked them in separate rooms." "Oh I get it. This is their idea of a joke. You're someone one of them go off with in Cyprus, and now they're playing a joke on me. Come out Carol, the games up Em. Where are you?"
"They're in the Castle. This isn't a joke. They thought you might be able to help them. I risked my neck to come to you." "You risked more than that, dear brother." Ben's face went a light shade of green, and he fell forward, landing on the floor with a small thud, his hair slightly covering his face. Collette spun round to where the new voice had come from. She saw a tall man with long blond hair, and weird eyes. He had striking similarities to the boy who seemed to be unconscious on the floor. "What the hell is going on?" Collette asked the world in general. "Nothing that effects you little girl," said the man. The boy on the floor groaned. "Come brother, we're going home." "No he's not! What have you done to him? He's staying here 'til he can move!" "Feisty, aren't we?" Jareth smirked. "Very well, I have bigger and more interesting fish to fry. I will warn you, my treacherous brother, I will return. You will learn to show respect for your elders and betters." He vanished. Collette was amazed and puzzled. Then the boy groaned again and she needed to tend to him.