Hoggle had been remembering more and more, lately. The memories, which had started returning seven years ago, when Sarah had first come ot the labyrinth and defeated it, had been coming faster and faster ever since Sarah had returned yesterday. He had told Jareth the night before last that they were starting to return. Now..."Jareth, I can remember everything, now. Why? You said that I would forget everything, but Sarah would be safe."
I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
Jareth shook his head. "As I seem to remember, I never said that. I said you would forget, but...and then you said you would do it. I never got to finish. What I was going to say was that you would forget everything, but should you ever come into contact with her again, the memories would start to return. There's only one thing for me to do, right now."
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Hoggle raised an eyebrow. "What's that? You're not going to take my memories away, are you?"
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't want to be a richer man
"No," Jareth said, forming a crystal. "I'm going to make you Harold again. Catch." He threw the crystal at the dwarf, who caught it, and disappeared in a bright light. When the light faded, the dwarf was gone, and in his place was a man, thirty-three, but much younger looking, as if the magic that had kept him in a dwarf's body had also kept him from aging as quickly as he should have.
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Just gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
"This is going to be interesting, explaining to Sarah where her friend went," Harold said, laughing slightly. "How can I thank you, Jareth?"
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still these days seem the same
"How about giving me permission to court your sister?"
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through
Harold just smiled. "You have my blessing, definately. I know you wouldn't hurt her. But it's not my permission you need. It's hers."
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Jareth returned the smile Harold gave him. "Any hints for the man who wants to be your brother-in-law?"
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Where's your shame
You've left us up to our necks in it
Time may change me
But you can't trace time
"Well, I know her favorite colors are lilacs," Harold said, thoughtfully. "And she really likes blues, purples, and blacks, for some reason. And she absolutely loves fantasy. Actually, she was wearing quite a bit of purple the day we found her..."
Strange fascination, fascinating me
Changes are taking the pace I'm going through
"The day you found her?" Jareth asked, raising an eyebrow. "What do you mean? I thought humans were born the same way as Fae.."
Ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Oh, look out you rock 'n' rollers
Harold nodded. "They are. But Sarah was adopted. I came home from school one day, and found a two year old in a purple silk dress curled up in a dark blue blanket with a strange insignia on it, asleep on our front porch. There was a note that her name was Sarah, and to take good care of her. I wasn't sure what to do, so I waited until Mom and Dad got home, and they decided to adopt her, since I had wanted a sibling for a long time, and Mom couldn't have anymore."
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
(Turn and face the stranger)
Ch-ch-changes
Pretty soon you're gonna get older
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
"The insignia on the blanket...did it happen to be a circle of lilacs around a gold crown with blue and purple and black jewels?" Jareth asked. If he was right, and he did hope he was, Sarah was...but it couldn't be, could it? That Sarah had disappeared... She was the same age. She looked the same, albeit older, but that was to be expected. And early childhood memories of the insignia would explain the color and flower preference...
I said that time may change me
But I can't trace time
"Yeah," Harold said. "How did you know, and what does that have to do with anything?"
"You'll see," Jareth said. "Come with me to the library. I've something to show you that may reveal your sister's origins."
A/N-I did it! I finally got a song for this chapter and got it finished!! YAY!!! GO ME!!