Chapter 7
Sarah watched the carriage rush to a stop, dust flew up around it and Jareth stepped down out of it angrily. He strode down to her, "Don't ever hit me again!" His face looked purple from rage, and darker still where she had hit him.
Sarah became just as angry, "Don't touch me and I won't." Sorrow flew into her mind, she wanted him-badly; she just didn't like his attitude towards her.
"Don't worry, I'll save you, my lady!" A familiar voice shouted, the little figure of Sir Didymus appeared, on his mount Ambrosias.
He jumped from Ambrosias' back and landed on Jareth's shoulder, pulling the man out of sight, "Sir," he said, "you must be nicer to the lady, or your kingdom will die… I know that secretly each of you loves the other…just try harder my lord."
With those words Sir Didymus whistled for Ambrosias, who, in turn, came charging. Sir Didymus and Ambrosias disappeared into the night. One week is all I have left, thought Jareth, somehow it must work out… she is an immortal for god's sake…the daughter of an elf… the child I once stole away…now she has become the love of my life…
Jareth thought back to the day when he had stolen Sarah… she had had an older sister who had made the wish; the sister had been uglier than Sarah and was jealous… "I wish the goblin king would come and take this child away right now!!!" She had cried, leaving the baby in the darkened chamber. Jareth, of course, had come.
As he had lifted the babe and given her to one of his goblins, the mother had burst into the room, the older daughter following, not of her own will, right behind, "Give me my child Jareth!" She screeched.
"In order to get the babe you must travel through the labyrinth…and past the goblin city to the castle beyond…you have six hours…I'd start now if I were you." Jareth said as he disappeared.
From his castle he had watched her make her way, slowly through the labyrinth… finally she had made it to the castle, and, against his wishes, had managed to get the child back…soon after the older daughter was executed by the elves for such treachery as to calling upon the king of goblins…the child's mother, had moved to the mortal world… Jareth had watched the child grow, and the mother called upon him, there was now a prophecy (which I've mentioned in a prev. chapter) and she was dying, "Take me back to the underground…" She said to him, he had pitied her condition so much that he had agreed and kept her until she had died, at about that time Sarah had wished a child to be taken, and like her mother had taken the babe back…
"Jareth?" Sarah had wandered over, her voice broke him out of his stream of thoughts and he realized that he was laying in an awkward position.
"What do you want?" He mumbled angrily, feeling dazed for some reason.
He felt a cool hand press to his forehead and draw back instantly, "You're ill." She stated, motherly instincts instantly kicking in.
Sarah boosted him to his feet, staggering slightly under his weight, "You shouldn't be out here like this," She mumbled softly, and slightly embarrassed at showing her feelings so openly. She walked him all the way back to the castle and to her room, because it was the closest and she knew where it was, and she put him under the covers.
"Sleep!" She commanded, sitting on the floor.
Well, that's it for chapter seven, feelings are beginning to show… and now Jareth is ill…will this prove as an ice breaker for him and Sarah? Find out in chapter seven…well, until then.