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Chapter 13
Glinda found Fiyero in his office again. He was studying the contents of a box she had never seen before in his possesion.
"What's this?" she asked as she walked closer to him.
Fiyero, who hadn't heard her enter his office, looked up in surprise. He was holding a lock of ebony hair, Elphaba's hair.
"It's some hair," Glinda exclaimed.
"Just memories from long ago," he answered, ready to close the box before Glinda could see all it's contents.
"Show me," she half demanded, half begged.
"Not today."
Fiyero stood up and placed the box back in its hiding place. These were his memories. He never wanted to share them with anyone, except with Elphaba.
He could recall by memory exactly what was placed in the box: the pressed flower, his drawing of her, a lock of Elphaba's hair, a glass-bottle filled with sand from the cabin in Quaddlingland, his favourite Vinkus-scarf that had been put to good use during their time together, a little note she had written him once and the cursed letter from the Wizard of Oz.
Sighing, Glinda sat down on the nearest chair and watched her fiance. She needed to tell him what had happend with Morrible. He needed to know how mean she had been towards Glinda.
"I talked to Morrible."
"Wonderful," Fiyero said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. For a moment he sounded like Elphaba.
Glinda shook her head. Talking to Madame Morrible hadn't been wonderful and now she needed a plan. She needed to save her friend. Yes, it was sudden but she had started to doubt the things people had said about her friend. Maybe Elphaba was never wicked but she couldn't find out for sure if they killed her. Glinda didn't believe that people were born wicked so maybe she could save her.
"I hope you realize that Elphaba has no future. If Morrible knows that we doubt that she is the Wicked Witch, then Elphaba will be killed before we can do anything. And maybe we will accompany her on her dying day, not as people watching from afar but being executed too," he stated.
"Yes I know. Morrible threatened me. She said if I don't stop this nonsense I will be next to her in the cell. How dare this woman! I am Glinda the Good. The Ozians need me. I can't be in the cell, in Southstairs."
"Maybe Elphaba has to die," Fiyero said.
"No!"
"Listen Glinda, she can't go on living like this: always chained to the wall, waiting for someone taking her to another round of torture. Maybe it's for the best that she dies," Fiyero told Glinda.
"No, no! Fiyero, we can't. We have to keep her alive," Glinda protested.