Jareth sent the messanger off in a hury, promising him the same punishment the others were warned with if he did not reach his destination in time. Once again, he was left with nothing to do but wait. He had retired to his bedchambers; in a castle full of goblins, it was one of the few places he could find peace. The last thing he needed was the pounding headache that came after too long a time in their company. Stress had already taken a toll on him, but now there was a promise that there was indeed a light at the end of the tunnel. Of course, eight hours still was a long time to wait for that light. He kept the crystal held tightly in his grasp, every few moments staring into its depths, comforted by the blue glimmer that meant Sarah was still safe within.
He had not realised that he had fallen off to sleep again, but there he lay across the bed, the crystal still safe in his grasp, and the stress-caused headache he felt previously somewhat relieved. He sat up and glanced out the single window in the room, through which he could see the light burning past the horizon and the day nearing its close. He summoned a clock to check the time: 4 hours remained. He growled under his breath. "Where the hell is that damn messanger?" He stormed from his room and towards the servants' quarters to get some answers.
"Where is he??"
The shout roused those in the room to share at their King; several cringed at the anger in his voice. "Where is the one I sent? He should have returned by now!"
"My lord, I am here. We did not wish to awaken you.." The messanger stepped out from the group timidly and approached his King.
Jareth's anger disipated almost immediately. "Well?"
"They are sending a carriage with the ...cargo as we speak, my lord."
Without a word, Jareth turned and left.
He reached his destination-the throne room-in excellant time. Just as he arrived and went to the window, he caught a glimpse of something in the distance past the labyrinth, and a horn sounded at the gates. The carriage had arrived. He did not realise that he had been holding his breath until that musical sound reached his ears; now surely, Sarah would be alright. He pointed to one of the smarter (if there was such a thing) goblins in the room and ordered it to guide the carriage to the castle gates. With a cat-like growl and a glare from the King, the goblin scurried off; Jareth sat in his throne and waited. But this time, it was easier: he knew it would be one of the last times he would need to.
He had not realised that he had fallen off to sleep again, but there he lay across the bed, the crystal still safe in his grasp, and the stress-caused headache he felt previously somewhat relieved. He sat up and glanced out the single window in the room, through which he could see the light burning past the horizon and the day nearing its close. He summoned a clock to check the time: 4 hours remained. He growled under his breath. "Where the hell is that damn messanger?" He stormed from his room and towards the servants' quarters to get some answers.
"Where is he??"
The shout roused those in the room to share at their King; several cringed at the anger in his voice. "Where is the one I sent? He should have returned by now!"
"My lord, I am here. We did not wish to awaken you.." The messanger stepped out from the group timidly and approached his King.
Jareth's anger disipated almost immediately. "Well?"
"They are sending a carriage with the ...cargo as we speak, my lord."
Without a word, Jareth turned and left.
He reached his destination-the throne room-in excellant time. Just as he arrived and went to the window, he caught a glimpse of something in the distance past the labyrinth, and a horn sounded at the gates. The carriage had arrived. He did not realise that he had been holding his breath until that musical sound reached his ears; now surely, Sarah would be alright. He pointed to one of the smarter (if there was such a thing) goblins in the room and ordered it to guide the carriage to the castle gates. With a cat-like growl and a glare from the King, the goblin scurried off; Jareth sat in his throne and waited. But this time, it was easier: he knew it would be one of the last times he would need to.