"Where could she possibly get the idea of ordering me around in my own castle? The thought really," Jareth seethed to his mirror as he primped and preened like a peacock in his splendid Goblin King regalia. It was a splendidly made shirt of the finest silk in all the land of storm grey that made his blue eyes flash like lightning, his customary tight black leggings, black leather boots, and currently sporting his cape of feathers. "What do you think Hickle?" He rounded on the small unnoticed elf in the corner; he was barely knee high himself and very dainty but his eyes giant, emerald orbs spoke volumes. "Yes, master very rude of the lady Lachesis, and might I add his majesty looks splendid," squeaked the little creature with a deep sweeping bow causing him to touch the ground with his nose. "Bah," yelled Jereth it is not nearly terrible enough! If she wants a villain, I shall give her a villain." He ripped the string on the feathered cape and chucked it at the poor elf, "Go down stairs and tell the seamstress I expect her very best work none of this frills nonsense. I want something truly despicable; wretch are you listening to" and of he ran shutting half the cape in the door as he made his escape from his monarch. "The fool," Jereth chuckled.
Down and around Hickle ran, dodging this way and that avoiding the pesky goblins that would hinder his errand, and he must be quick about it less his majesty fall into another rage or worse a depression. It made Hickle's heart soar to see his king yelling and threatening him. So long he sat on that throne not seeing or speaking to anyone ever since she left. "Shush now fool! He might hear you," he quietly scolded himself for even thinking about her. To say her name was forbidden in the castle and he didn't want to be bogged for his mind wandering. "Must stay on task," he told himself, "must stay on task down to the seamstress."
Around another nook and down a side passage and he came to a giant door just opposite the cellar and he quickly popped in, heaps of cloth, streamers of thread, and mounds of bobbins and spools littered the room "Hello Ursl! I come on urgent business from the king! Where have you gone to wenchAAAH!" Suddenly the mound on which Hickle just stepped on gave way beneath him and there stood Ursl. She was rather a homely creature and she carried upon her back all her sewing necessities much like the trash collectors in the dump and it appeared to Hickle she had gone blind in both eyes but the old bat had ears like hawk. "Hickle I know you weren't about to cuss an old lady out, mind I don't miss hear our kings command I send him up something pink and lacey", she gave a sneer showing many missing and decayed teeth. "The king commands something despicable," Hickle squeaked plucking up his courage, "he wants no feathers or frills. He expects your very best work and would have it immediately! Ursl this is important our king is going to a ball." "You mean he finally got his royal arse off that throne aha what possibly could have made him do that." "Shush Ursl don't say such things before he bogs the both of us! Worst of all me just for being in your company!" "Haha his royal prettiness wouldn't bog me, then who would he leave in charge of his pretty clothes if I were to stink so badly he wouldn't let me in the castle? The goblins? HA I say no no Hickle he won't bog me or he'd be walking around with no butt to his britches! Bad enough he wants them so tight there isn't anything left to the imagination as it is." The damndable woman was right and Hickle knew as much, "My luck id be bogged twice for both of us," he grumbled. "Now what is it our king desires, despicable you say? Hmmm," Ursl looked around with her unseeing eyes "yes, yes," said losing a little courage the more he stayed in this dark underbelly of the castle, "he says if she wants a villain he shall give her a villain." "I see."
Hours seemed to pass as Hickle followed Ursl around feeling different clothes and determining they weren't quite right. Finally, they came to a pile of what looked like rags and scraps to Hickle, "Surely nothing in here could befit a king! Ursl I told you he wants your very best work! If the king..." "If the king, if the king," Urls mocked, "if the king didn't trust me you think I'd be here still? Fools that you are leave me to my work, shoo! I shall send up the finished product. Be gone!" Hickle scurried off he didn't know who he feared more his king or the wretch in charge of his clothes.
Once alone Ursl dug her knarled hands into the pile of cloth feeling around blindly until she touched a piece of cloth light as air and cold as ice "I knew you were in here somewhere my pretty," the hag cooed and with that she set about her task.