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The Princess and the Great North Star Chapter Three |
"So then we're not really saving Christmas then, are we?" the fairy princess Magweed asked as the three of them tromped through the crusty snowpack. Despite the fact that she was wearing only her bedclothes (an oversized flannel nightshirt, leggings and big, fuzzy, purple slippers--plus a long striped scarf which Zebulon had offered her from his pack,) she was surprisingly comfortable in the harsh environment. She did, however, wrap her arms about her body and tuck in her hands in deference to the impressive dreamland glacial landscape, which she wouldn't want to offend by taking for granted.
"Well, okay... maybe not the holiday..." Zebulon the elf conceded, his arms held out from his body to keep his balance on the slick surface. "I know that it's not something that's celebrated in the Mythlands , so you'll have to believe me when I tell you that the more secular legends and trappings of it are still a big deal in the mortal world. In fact, the North Pole operation is the only aspect of Faerie that that parents still teach their children to believe in. Well, okay... maybe the whole tooth collecting operation too... but don't you find that kind of creepy? I mean, sneaking into children's bedrooms and paying them off for a discarded body part? Ghoulish, I say. Santa, he only sneaks into the house once a year... and not into anyone's bedroom. Those tabloid rumors have no basis in fact, I'll have you know... Paris is so not his type. Now, Mrs. Fields the cookie Mogul... maybe I could see him getting tempted. But he's a one-woman jolly old elf, I assure you..."
"Why are we walking?" Griffin grumbled, his talons crunching the frozen tundra. "If this is my dream, we so should be flying. I'm sure I could get airborne carrying the two of you... I just need to run downhill a bit to pick up speed..."
Zebulon snorted. "I'll pass, thanks... I heard about your last flight. Word is there's still an imprint of your face in the beach."
Griffin's feathered head shot up. "You... heard about that?"
The elf shrugged modestly. "I, um... have an in with elfin intelligence. Those naughty and nice lists are very thorough, with the whole "sees you when you're sleeping... knows when you're awake..." thing."
The beaked boy nodded and rolled his eyes. "Yeah... and the Tooth Fairy is the creepy operation"
"Hmmmph" Zebulon replied. "In any event, we're just using your dream to keep the three of us together while we travel northward through the dreams of other people. It's really the quickest way to the North Pole and the gate to the Mythlands there."
The lion/eagle/boy looked around him. "This isn't my dream any more? Then whose is it?"
"That guy's" the elf noted, pointing to an ice fisherman hunched over a small hole in the surface of a frozen lake. He was struggling mightily with the line as something gargantuan took his bait. "Murry Felderman of Edmonton, Alberta. Nice guy... has this dream every night, but never lands the fish."
Magweed waved a polite hello to the man, but he never looked up from his catch. She glanced instead to their tiny elfin guide "Why do you keep looking behind us?" she asked curiously, looking back herself. "Are you expecting someone to follow us?"
"Er... no reason. Of course I'm not" the elf flushed guiltily. "I'm on a perfectly valid mission to save Christmas."
"Secular Christmas" Griffin reminded him.
"Right" Zebulon agreed. "No reason to encourage angry letter writers" he added cryptically. "Anyway, you'd be surprised how much Mythland politics are involved in that side of the holiday."
Magweed wasn't so sure she would be. "What is it Poppa always says about politics, Griff?"
Her brother cocked his head to the side. "Well... it's kind of this muffled, moaning sound..." he answered. "Although Sir Mumphrey tends to use phrases with various combinations of "bloody", "bounders" and "right sound thrashing" mixed with more colorful bits we're not supposed to repeat."
"Well, same thing here... only with politicians that are ageless, and so likely even more stubborn and crooked" Zebulon reasoned. "It's like this... Magic isn't supposed to work outside of Faerie any more... at least not the kind of magic that we're talking about. Most of the Fey magic that's still in the modern world is either there by special dispensation of the Queene , or is the work of renegades and exiles. In short, Santa has to be licensed to run his North Pole workshop, with unionized elfin labor and all magic imported through Mythland trade agreements."
"Okay" Magweed nodded, following so far.
"The problem is that the mortal realms aren't too popular in Faerie court right now... What with all that trouble with the Parody Master, the general consensus is that we should be stockpiling all of our magic in case of future invasion, and not exporting it in a money-losing venture to bring toys to a world full of people that don't believe in us any more. Some of the loudest voices on the Queene's council are the Isolationists. If they get their way, Santa would be cut off. No more oats to make the reindeer fly. No more time-displacement sleigh." He sighed. "No more fairy dust for dreamy elves to sprinkle..."
"Dreamy elves?" Griffin asked.
"Er... what?" Zebulon replied. "Did I say that last part out loud?"
"Yes" Magweed confirmed absently, chewing on her lip as she considered things. "So how do we help?"
"Well, that's simple..." Zebulon said, puffing up his chest. "We go into the dreams of the Isolationists and we try to talk them out of voting to recall Santa at the next council meeting!" He smiled triumphantly. "Santa gets to stay in business, the children of the world get their secular Christmas traditions, and the very hard-working and deserving elves don't lose their jobs and get reassigned to miserable desk assignments in remote kingdoms where I'll... er, few will ever see them again." He gestured hesitantly as he continued walking. "Okay, so maybe the Isolationists weren't willing to hear my arguments when I approached them on my own before... but you're a Fairy Princess! They'll have to grant you an audience! And really, politicians are all about the quid pro quo ... they really just want to cut off contact with the mortal realm because it isn't benefiting their districts in any way. But if we can add a little pork to the trade agreement for them, I'm sure they'll come around."
"They can't find pigs to eat in the Mythlands?" Maggie asked, feeling a bit lost now.
"Wait a minute..." Griffin interjected. "Santa sent you on a mission to bribe the Queene's council?"
"Er... well... not exactly. I'm more of an independently concerned citizen. And bribe is an ugly word... It's really more of a negotiation."
"And the Queene of Faerie..." the feathered twin continued shrewdly, "She's going to be okay with Maggie of all people trying to influence her closest advisers?"
"Ah... um..." Zebulon hemmed, tugging at his collar. "That's where things might get a bit delicate..."
to be continued
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Visionary continues the Christmas tale
Thu Dec 13, 2007 at
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 Hmmmm - killer shrike - Fri Dec 14, 2007 at 12:31:53 am EST-
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Beowulf - HH - Fri Dec 14, 2007 at 06:03:22 am EST
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