A/N: Ever wondered why they never again used the mirror as a way to
get to the house beyond the lake? This chapter explains why.
I sat there, slightly amused, while Christine sat there taking deep breaths. She was so set upon getting her story told that I believe she only took three or four breaths during the duration. I was surprised she had not died from lack of oxygen to her brain. She looked over at me expectantly.
"Please say something Erik. Please."
"All right. I appreciate you taking the time to come down here and warn me. It was very thoughtful and compassionate of you to risk your life so I could save my own."
"Is that irony I hear in your voice Erik? When I have come down here all you can give me is irony?"
"My dear girl, in case you have not noticed, everyone receives irony from me whether it would be the Queen of England offering to knight me or an overdramatic young girl taken away by her fancies," I replied coldly.
"Oh Erik, stop it! I came down here because I was concerned! I cannot let Raoul kill you!"
"Christine, think sensibly! You know how I hate irrationality! I have all of the Opera at my command. Do you really think a young, inexperienced fop like the Vicomte could do me any harm?" Christine's eyes narrowed.
"Raoul is not a fop! If I am so irrational, Monsieur, than kindly return me to the surface. At once," Christine said, folding her arms and standing up.
"Your wish is my command as always," I replied, rising. We poled once again in silence to the edge of the lake. All though she most likely did not want me to accompany her any farther, I pulled her along through the labyrinth and to the mirror entrance. Christine was about to walk through when I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"What."she started to ask. I hissed a warning of silence and we stood there watching as the Vicomte and the man from Christine's story stood there in front of the mirror. The other man was welding around the edge of the mirror. It seemed to take a while to dawn on Christine what was going on. Within minutes he was completed, since he had started before we arrived. The two of them left, and vainly, Christine through herself against the mirror. It did not budge. This entrance was now blocked. Of course I knew welding could be reversed, but I also knew it was a lengthy process. I didn't think it would be worth it.
"How do we get out?" she said turning to me. I gestured for her to follow.
"You did not think yours was the only mirror I had rigged with the spring mechanism and double sided glass?" She nodded helplessly, and followed me through a short passage to a room a few rooms away from her own.
"Good day Mademoiselle," I said as she left. She didn't even turn.
I sat there, slightly amused, while Christine sat there taking deep breaths. She was so set upon getting her story told that I believe she only took three or four breaths during the duration. I was surprised she had not died from lack of oxygen to her brain. She looked over at me expectantly.
"Please say something Erik. Please."
"All right. I appreciate you taking the time to come down here and warn me. It was very thoughtful and compassionate of you to risk your life so I could save my own."
"Is that irony I hear in your voice Erik? When I have come down here all you can give me is irony?"
"My dear girl, in case you have not noticed, everyone receives irony from me whether it would be the Queen of England offering to knight me or an overdramatic young girl taken away by her fancies," I replied coldly.
"Oh Erik, stop it! I came down here because I was concerned! I cannot let Raoul kill you!"
"Christine, think sensibly! You know how I hate irrationality! I have all of the Opera at my command. Do you really think a young, inexperienced fop like the Vicomte could do me any harm?" Christine's eyes narrowed.
"Raoul is not a fop! If I am so irrational, Monsieur, than kindly return me to the surface. At once," Christine said, folding her arms and standing up.
"Your wish is my command as always," I replied, rising. We poled once again in silence to the edge of the lake. All though she most likely did not want me to accompany her any farther, I pulled her along through the labyrinth and to the mirror entrance. Christine was about to walk through when I grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"What."she started to ask. I hissed a warning of silence and we stood there watching as the Vicomte and the man from Christine's story stood there in front of the mirror. The other man was welding around the edge of the mirror. It seemed to take a while to dawn on Christine what was going on. Within minutes he was completed, since he had started before we arrived. The two of them left, and vainly, Christine through herself against the mirror. It did not budge. This entrance was now blocked. Of course I knew welding could be reversed, but I also knew it was a lengthy process. I didn't think it would be worth it.
"How do we get out?" she said turning to me. I gestured for her to follow.
"You did not think yours was the only mirror I had rigged with the spring mechanism and double sided glass?" She nodded helplessly, and followed me through a short passage to a room a few rooms away from her own.
"Good day Mademoiselle," I said as she left. She didn't even turn.
