"You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love." Foreigner
In the middle ages, St. Augustine described the nature of an angel by relating it to an angel's purpose. The angels are spirits, but it is not because they are spirits that they are angels. They become angels when they are sent. The name angel refers to their office not to their nature. You ask the name of this nature, it is spirit. You ask its office, it is that of angel. In as far as he exists, an angel is a spirit, and as far as he acts he is an angel St. Augustine.
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The four-winged angel stood unseen next to the tormented Sarah as she cried out. His voice joined hers in an anguished song to the heavens, "God help me, I can't help but want it." As a Cherub and Watcher who stood in the very presence of the Most High Ishmial was able not only to guard Sarah's life but also to share and express her feelings. His facial expression of grief and pain changed to impassivity as Sarah's emotions shifted and dulled to a dark emptiness. He drew closer to her as her spirit entered this dangerous time. If she did not emerge from the growing abyss her soul would become bitter and distorted; unable to experience the joy of His light.
He watched as the dwarf left the room and followed Sarah out the French doors to a small balcony overlooking the Labyrinth. He could feel that Sarah's heart was growing colder bringing on restlessness in her spirit. Wrapping his wings over her form and closing his beautiful eyes Ishmial whispered to her, "He is with you always, even in your darkest despair." Although she could not consciously feel him or hear his words what was left of the light in her soul took whatever comfort it could in Ishmial's presence.
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Jareth realized he had been so wrapped up in himself that he didn't want to think about what was happening to Sarah. He even started to rationalize that if he ruled the worlds her life would be under his direction and he could give her what she whatever she wanted to be happy. Hoggle's words jogged him back to reality and a flash of Helena's fate came sharply into his mind. Didn't the Spinner also think he was making Helena happy or at least giving her what she wanted? Another voice from within said, "But you wouldn't enslave Sarah like that." Yet, he wondered, wouldn't it be the same if he did have the power to totally rule her. Wouldn't he override her decisions with his own? He knew he probably would. This insight brought a chill down Jareth's spine as he realized how dangerous so much power could be in his hands.
True to his nature the Goblin King's arrogant side stepped forward and declared that his superior intellect would make sure these pitfalls wouldn't happen, after all, he knew how to rule in a just manner. He would overcome these tiresome obstacles so why concern himself with things that would not happen.
Suddenly Jareth knew Sarah was in the Labyrinth. What was she doing there at this time of night? Where was she going? Not wanting to alarm the dwarf further Jareth turned to him and said, "Hatgle, you are right. I am going to have a talk with Sarah right now and straighten this out. You go home and I promise you that tomorrow you will see a new girl." Before the dwarf could protest Jareth was pushing him out the door, "Concern yourself no further, go on." Hoggle stopped and said, "All right yer majesty, but don't you go making things worse. I'll be back tomorrow to check on her. Remember to be nice and not to get yer nose in the air." With that advice and a scowl Hoggle left. When the door closed Jareth immediately transformed into an owl and flew out the window to catch up with Sarah.
Sarah was running as much of the way as she could. All her frantic heart knew was that she needed to reach the hill "Revelation" as quickly as possible. She had to face some truths in her heart before her light went out forever. How much longer would the fading light last in her? At the rate it was going perhaps a day, maybe two at the most she guessed.
She had reached the formal gardens and was jogging through them when she heard a familiar voice coming from the darkened book chair, "And just where do you think you're going?" Sarah immediately recognized Jareth's drawl and although she couldn't see him stopped and responded in his direction, "What may I ask would that matter to you?" The Goblin King's form emerged out of the shadows with a grim expression, "Don't play games with me Sarah or you may regret it."
Sarah was in no mood to cross swords with Jareth, she just wanted to get to her destination so she could think. Rather than engage in another battle she decided to switch tactics, "I am going up to "Revelation" to be alone." Jareth stepped up to her and raised his cloak with his arm, momentarily cutting off her sight, when he lowered it they were standing on top of the hill. "You didn't have to do that, but thank you. Now if you would please leave me alone."
Jareth walked behind her and whispered behind her ear, "I don't think that's a good idea." Sarah spun and faced him inches away, "I don't care what you think, just go!" Jareth grabbed her in arms of steel and kissed her hard, so hard she couldn't breathe or pull away. In shock her brain swam trying to come up from under water. Slowly he loosened his grip slightly and was kissing her a little gentler but with great passion and need. Sarah didn't think, she just responded with all the built up desire she had for him melting into his body and kiss. She wanted him.
Abruptly Jareth broke off and stepped back almost making Sarah lose her balance, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that, not yet anyway." Sarah was enraged, "Just what game do you think you're playing?" Jareth sighed and took a small step forward, "Sarah, I'm not playing a game." Sarah spun away and walked a few paces in fury and turned back towards him and spat, "Like I would believe you. I'm not a toy, Goblin King. You've had enough fun at my expense. Don't ever touch me again!"
Normally the Goblin King would have responded with a few strong remarks of his own but watching her outburst he could plainly see that Sarah was not the same young woman he knew. She was colder and more resolute in her manner: she was frighteningly different. Letting his insight be his guide he calmly responded, "Sarah, I can understand why you would not trust me. I've tried to trick you in the past. But that was the past, the truth of the matter is that I do care for you." Sarah couldn't take in Jareth's sincere words, she was beyond them. "I came here to face some truths, whatever they might lead. One of the cruelest truths I know is that you could never care for me. You can say your insincere words all you want but I will not be deceived by you. In many ways you are worse than Sarial, at least I know who he is."
Her words stung but at least he knew what she was thinking. Knowing she was far beyond believing anything he might say in rebuttal Jareth tried a different tact. "What other truths are you facing?" This question threw her off balance and she answered without thought, "I'm tired of the fantasies, dreams and hopes of a brighter tomorrow. As you've said, Goblin King, life isn't fair. Maybe I'm through with paying the price." Jareth didn't like the way this conversation was going at all. Hogsil was right, something was very wrong. He needed to get her back to the castle so he could think. "Sarah, it's late. Allow me take you to your room so you can sleep. Tomorrow we will go to your parents and also talk with Ishmial. You may find some of the answers you seek then."
Sarah knew Jareth was right. She had come here to open her heart and find some answers but all she found was more despair. She was tired and wanted to sleep. Coldly she said, "I am ready, Goblin King, take me back." With a grave look on his beautiful face Jareth produced a crystal.
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After Jareth was sure Sarah was asleep he entered his chambers and paced the floor. He thought it was ironic that now he finally admitted caring for Sarah and she didn't believe him. He cursed his foolish games and realized he may have lost his chance with her forever. Even more interesting was the fact that even though he may not get anything out of it he did not want Sarah to lose the light. For once in his life he was putting someone else's needs before his own. He knew he would never be truly happy knowing she made her choice out of lack of hope.
Finally exhausted from the long day the Goblin King laid on his bed and without meaning to instantly fell asleep. The castle was still and silent when the clock struck 2:00. In Jareth's chamber the candles went out one by one as a veiled figure quietly approached the bed. Sonya smiled and rasped over the sleeping form, "Yes, you can save her Goblin King. All you need is the right words."