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Chap 2:


Eight months later, a goblin babe was born of the queen of the Undergroujnd kingdom. He was unlike any goblin that had ever graced the inside of the queen's bedchamber, and all seven of Trärrissima's midwives crowded around the cradle to see him.
Although he still had the wild golden hair and the dramatic sweeping brows common to goblin nobility, his skin, rather than being nearly black as pitch, was fair. His eyes caused the most puzzlement, however, for while the right one glowed with as much pale blue flame as any royal goblin's, the left eye had a hue somewhere between chocolate and mud, and that eye sparkled as much as the other one glowered. He was certainly, all the midwives muttered amongst themselves, an odd child.
The queen eyed him suspiciously, almost sure that he was the product of some ill-ventured midnight revel, and that she had made a very grave mistake with a frightfully potent creature. However, she had slept with so many different sorts of folk within the past year that she could not remember for the life of her exactly whose mistake this boy was.
Unable to bear blaming herself any longer for the strange new creature, she raised her head primly and spoke sternly and with an affirmative tone to her midwives.
This is a grave mistake and we can do nothin to remedy it, save to punish those who caused it to happen. The midwives nodded obediently in unison. Trärrissima, satisfied with their response, addressed the tallest of the bunch. You, take this child away and put him in the eastern wing of the castle, out of my sight, until he comes of age. And then we will see.
She smiled deftly at the rest of them and addressed the fattest midwife. And you, call upon every sorceror in the kingdom and bid them come before me. This is surely the work of some form of black magic, and they must be made an example of. As for the rest of you....
She turned and looked at the clump of yet unaddressed midwives, who had crowded into a corner for fear that they would be held responsible instead.
This child is in the all of your care and in the care of Masgaü here, she gesticulated towards the tallest midwife, who had gathered up the child unceremoniously in her arms. Until it is time, and then, like I said, bring him to me.
Me lady? Masgaü, relieved of her reverence by her new authority in the situation. Me lady, what about his name, if it please your worship?
Queen Trärrissima sighed. she barked, making the midwife shake in her shoes.
A name, me lady?
Queen Trärrissima sat bolt upright. A name? Oh yes, Masgaü, do not kid yourself and think that I had forgotten such an important part of it. A name, let me see him again,
The baby was set back into her lap by timid claws. The queen cradled his face in her claws gingerly, taking care not to stare too deeply into either intelligent eye, which she felt watched and sensed her every thought. His eyes are the most prominent part of him, she said at last, staring at his stomach. I shall call him Jareth*. Now take him away, and do not speak of him again until I call him before me. Three-hundred years. Go. And send those sorcerors to me, at once.


* means evil eyes in common goblin tongue.