Chapter 10
The Warning Letter
A note came early one morning at breakfast, delivered by a tawny bird.
My lord Jareth, King of the Goblin City
The elves will not tolerate this any longer. Put the spell back up, before we go to war with your precious goblins. You may have the duty to your goblins, but you also have your duty to us. Put back the spell, keep it going. No dark eyed beauty can distract you from your responsibility this time, we hope.
Jareth glanced at Dakota. No, her eyes were fairly light. The green one could be ignored.
The elves ride to war in three days time. If the spell has not been put up, we will kill all the goblins in our way. It does not matter who.
We know of that child you have taken in. She will die too if you do not appease us. We are sick and tired of the goblins.
Jareth, if you do not put the spell up, everything you have known will be destroyed.
Arakmias, Lord and King of the Elfish City