Didymus ran to the dungeon door as the goblin guard who had given them their
gruel began to leave. He started to
beat violently upon the wooden structure, and, despite his effort, the result
was a moderate pounding.
"Let me out!" he demanded between poundings. "I demand
that you scoundrels let me out!! If you don't, I'll let Ambrosius have you for
supper!!! Right, Ambrosius?!!!"
Upon hearing his name, Ambrosius ran and hid behind Ludo.
Hoggle sat back down after having fought with the goblin guard, and soon
gave up all thoughts of escape, all thoughts of knowledge.
Even if Sarah was here, they would never get out in order to rescue her.
They couldn't even rescue themselves.
"Oh, stop it," Hoggle bit out.
"They're not going to let us out, no matter how hard you hit the
door, or how much you holler."
Ludo raised his head and said with a sorrowful moan, "Sarah…"
Hoggle sympathetically patted Ludo on the shoulder and tried to comfort
the friendly beast. "I know," he said. "I'm worried about her too.
I wonder where she's at right now."
Sir Didymus turned around and started wagging his paw furiously. "I
wonder what that scoundrel is up to."
He looked up at the ceiling and swung his fist about. "Did you hear
me?!" he began to scream to the ceiling. "I called you a scoundrel!
That's what you are, a fiendish scoundrel! The king of indiscriminate insolence!"
Hoggle put his hand over his face and began shaking his head. Who did
that fox think he was kidding?
"Come and face me, O king of abhorrence!
Come and face me without your goblins and other grotesque creatures !
Come and face me, man to man! I bet
you are too frightened to tell us what you are up to!? Hmm!? We shall foil your
plans, and you know it! Do not attempt to hide it!
I am correct, am I not?!"
"Be quiet, already!" Hoggle shouted as he jumped up from the
bed. "Sit down and shut up. We'll never get out of here in order to find
out what he's up to, anyhow, so don't waste your breath."
Sir Didymus discontinued the thrashing of his fist and began oscillating
his finger back and forth toward Hoggle and Ludo. "Have you learned nothing
from the fair maiden Sarah?" he scolded.
"She needs us now, and we cannot give up on her!"
Hoggle brushed the canine's remark away with his hand. "Whatever
Jareth's determined. It's hopeless."
Sir Didymus got atop one of the beds and began to make gesticulated hand
motions, his tail wagging violently behind him.
"Aren't we determined?!" he shouted.
He looked around the room and was rewarded by long faces and hunched over
figures. Neither of them were responding to his speech. Sir Didymus furrowed his
brow and bit his lip.
"I guess not," he answered himself as he dropped his gloved
hand. The fox became thoughtful in
expression and paced the length of the bed before swinging about suddenly and
declaring, "But, what if the maiden's life is in danger?" His
expression was hopeful and expectant.
"Sarah…" Ludo moaned.
Hoggle stood up decidedly. "He's right," the dwarf declared in
a sudden change of mood. "We can't just sit here! We have to save Sarah!"
he exclaimed. He hunched his shoulders and began to frown as he added, "So
what do we do now?"
Sir Didymus looked around the room thoughtfully. "Maybe there's a
secret passageway," he suggested.
They all began to scan the room for any signs of a latch or button that
might control a hidden door. Hoggle
and Sir Didymus got on hands and knees in a survey of the floor and lower wall,
while Ludo gave the ceiling and upper wall a thorough search.
When finished, their inspection revealed nothing.
Hoggle had given up. Now he
was positive that it was hopeless. "Nothing,"
he announced mournfully.
Ludo walked unnoticed to the mirror and began to look into it awkwardly.
"Well…" Sir Didymus proclaimed thoughtfully, "we have to
think of something."
Ludo tilted his head back and howled Sarah's name with an intense and
soulpenetrating moan. His voice echoed throughout the castle.
Jareth was distracted from straightening his leather dinner jacket by the
echo of a far away howl. It had
been barely audible, but audible, nonetheless.
"The beast," he mumbled to himself with a slanting of his eyes.
Jareth made a swift one hundred and eighty degree turn. "Guards!"
he screamed out furiously. When no one came immediately to his summons, he
yelled again, with greater ferocity. "GUAARRRDDSS!"
The goblin guards came stumbling into the room nervously.
"Yes your majesty?" they rang out together with quavering
"One of you go down to the dungeons and silence that beast! I don't
care how you do it, just make him quiet! The girl will hear it and try to escape!
One of the goblins rushed out of the door and left the other two behind.
They looked at the floor awkwardly and awaited orders.
"Get out of my sight!” Jareth screamed. "I wish to be left
In an instant, they had disappeared, as well.
Jareth sat in his throne and tapped his fingers nervously against the arm
of the chair. He already knew she had heard the cry. It was inevitable. The
beast could have just whispered her name to himself and she would have heard it.
She seemed to have a psychic connection with her friends.
But why was he worried? She couldn't escape his stronghold, no matter how
hard she tried. Her thought process may have become more complex, but his was
far beyond comparison to hers. Not only that, his powers had grown since she
last encountered him. She had no chance of escape.
years ago, the new husband of Sarah's real mother had enchanted the young Sarah
with his lively personality. On one
particularly splendid day that she had spent with the two of them, her mother's
love had given her a special music box.
The music box was shaped like a golden gazebo, and, within the gazebo a
princess in a white gown had spun about to the tune of Greensleeves…
Four years ago Sarah had embarked upon the journey to rescue her brother
and was traveling with Ludo, Sir Didymus, and Hoggle when Hoggle had presented
the starving Sarah with a peach.
An enchanted peach.
Sarah had thankfully taken it, but had immediately become dizzy after the
first bite. Hoggle had left with a curse to himself for betraying Sarah's
trust, while her other friends had continued to travel, unaware of her absence.
The world had danced about her as four bubbles of glass bounced toward
her on the wind…
And, within one was the twirling princess…
But, no,… it was Sarah…
And, then, she was no longer in the forest, but in an elegant ballroom,
and was pushing her way through the crowd to find Jareth…
All of these memories rushed back into her mind as she gazed upon her
image in the mirror, and the beautiful, glittering dress she wore.
It was an exact duplicate of the gown she had worn while in Jareth's
And the sight of it gave her chills.
Until she heard a familiar moan…
"Ludo!? I could've sworn…"
She had heard the cry of her friend. She was sure of it. It could be that,
under the influence of the tension the situation was causing her, she might be
hearing things. However, she was not quite so prone to distrust herself.
She sat down in front of the mirror and thought.
"Maybe I can contact them. I've got to do it."
She took a deep breath. "Okay,
Sarah, concentrate," she said to herself.
Her train of thought was broken by the sound of a goblin scurrying down
the hallway. She listened to what he said as he passed the goblin guarding her
"What's goin' on?" the guard asked.
"That beast won't shut up! I gotta make 'im quiet the Goblin King
says. Here, gimme your club. That ought'ta shut 'im up."
With that, he continued down the hallway.
Sarah couldn't believe it! Jareth had ordered the goblin to quiet Ludo
with a club! She hated him now, more than ever. She concentrated in silence on
her hatred of him. The more she thought about it, the deeper her hatred became.
And that was when the image of her friends appeared in the mirror.
sat down and tried to think of something. He wanted to come up with an idea, but
he was no good at plans.
"Sarah!" Ludo cried out with excitement.
"Oh, hush that moaning, I'm trying to think of something,"
Hoggle told him irritably.
Ludo tried again.
"Be quiet!" Hoggle cried out with impatience.
Ludo finally grabbed Hoggle by his collar and thrust the dwarf in front
of the mirror. Sarah's shocked image awaited.
"Sarah?!" Hoggle exclaimed in disbelief, struggling to be
relieved of the beast's grip. "It
is Sarah!" he concluded between grunts.
Once he had gotten free of Ludo's grasp on him he exclaimed, "Look
Sir Didymus! It's Sarah!"
Sarah's face brightened up and she bent forward.
"Guys? I'm so glad you're okay!"
Sir Didymus rushed to mirror. He shoved the others out of the way so he
could get a look. "Fair maiden! We were about to come to your rescue!"
Ludo spread out his arms and called out her name with simple affection.
"Sarah!" He then tried to
hug her, but bumped into the mirror instead. Sarah covered her mouth in order to
suppress a giggle, but quickly stopped her gaiety. Her expression became sober.
"Look, we don't have much time. A goblin is coming down there with a
club. And goodness knows what else.
We have to get out now."
She looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.
"Let's see… I think I have an idea."
goblin came rushing back, club in hand. He entered the throne room at a sprint
and bowed before his king.
"Your majesty, the beast has stopped howling," he said
"I can hear that, you fool!"
Jareth got out of his seat and calmly approached the goblin. He put his
finger on the club. "What is this for?" he asked with false kindness
"Why, to silence the beast, your majesty," the goblin said, his
voice beginning to tremble.
Jareth's face darkened suddenly. "You
stupid fool!" He
hit the goblin with the back of his hand. With a cry, the goblin went
reeling to the floor.
"You – you said to silence him your majesty. You said –"
"I know what I said, you ignoramus! I said silence him, not kill him!
If he hadn't stopped howling before you got there –"
Jareth raised his hand, threatening to hit the cowering goblin again, but
decided that it wasn't worth the effort. He
bit back his anger and focused it into energy.
As he lowered his arm, he walked over to his mirror silently.
He would just see what was going on in Sarah's chambers, just in case…
And was surprised when the mirror did not respond.
"She's using the mirror," he whispered to himself, his entire
body beginning to tense.
The goblin got up and asked meekly, "What was that your majesty?"
Jareth turned around swiftly, his eyes smoldering with anger, "I
said that she’s using the mirror! Go and get all of the best guards and
take them here! Go now!"
The goblin scuttled off with amazing speed into the hallway that led to
both the front doors as well as the sleeping quarters of the guards.
Jareth had underestimated her. How had she learned to use the mirror on
He had misjudged her twice in one day.
Two mere pawns may have been lost, but at the loss of protection for the
king. Jareth swivelled about, his
silken robes fluttering about him as he left the room.
He would have to turn the loss into a gambit.
The game was afoot.
looked around the room she was occupying. The walls were made of rocks that had
been plastered together with some sort of crude mortar. They were made of rocks,
Ludo had made friends with rocks, somehow, long ago.
One call for help, and they would come to his rescue in whatever way they
could. They had done so twice in
Sarah's adventures with him, and, once again, Sarah intended to put their
services to use. "Ludo, that dungeon is made of rocks, isn't it?"
Sir Didymus brightened up and his tail became a streak of red as it
oscillated. "Rocks! You're
brilliant, fair lady! My brother Ludo can call the rocks!"
Sarah's expression remained thoughtful. "Is there anything that you
can hide underneath? Just so you don't get crushed by the rocks?"
Hoggle looked around and replied, "Just these beds. But Ludo
"Oh, he just needs to hold it over his head. You can handle it,
can't you Ludo?"
Ludo nodded his head, his long, shaggy hair lashing Hoggle in the face.
Hoggle slapped Ludo across the head and worked with exaggerated motions to get
the pieces of hair out of his mouth.
"Okay, Ludo, call the rocks to come down in my room, also. Let's see
if I can get out of doing Jareth any favors."
Sir Didymus cocked his head to the side and looked confused. "Favors,
milady? I do not quite understand."
Sarah shook her head as she replied, "I don't either."
She explained no further, but immediately jumped back to the most
immediate problem of escape. "Okay,
we'd better do this before the guards come to take me to dinner. You guys ready?
I won't be able to control the mirror anymore, so you're on your own. I'll meet
you in the throne room." She
made a quick note of her surroundings and gained composure of herself.
"Well," she said as she slowly faced the mirror again, "let's
The image in the mirror disappeared as her friends began to hide under
the beds. Sarah did the same. As she waited, she admired the stained glass
window. She wondered again about the beautiful plateaus, and almost regretted
the window's imminent destiny.
Ludo's howl echoed throughout the castle. Sarah saw the rocks begin to
come down around her. She watched in silence as the beautiful stained glass
window came crashing down with the wall, the sound of glass breaking ringing in
her ears, and the rumbling of the rocks causing her heart to pound faster. The
rocks crumbled and destroyed all in their path.
The dresser was covered, the floor was covered, every square inch was
covered with rocks. When she heard the last rocks fall, she climbed around
underneath the bed in order to find an opening through which to climb out.
She picked her way carefully over the fallen rocks and headed in the
direction of the now nonexistent doorway, the dusty moonlight glowing upon her
skin. She looked behind her at the
gaping hole in the wall, which was framed by shards of colored glass.
She gasped. It was almost as
if the glass had not fallen. There,
to her amazement, was the reallife image of the forest, the Labyrinth, the
mountains, and the plateaus. The
exaggerations were not there as they had been in the stained glass window, but,
in the distance, there stood a large plateau, the white moon above it instead of
a brash sun, placing bluish shadows across the mountains and forest below.
She stopped in her gawking and forced herself to make her way toward the
hallway. As she passed by the rockcovered dresser, she saw the mirror,
undaunted and glistening in the dim, smoky light.
ran down the dimly lit corridor. It went on and on for about a couple of minutes,
straight ahead, and then turned left and right. Sarah tried, without success, to
remember as much as she could about the way the goblins had led her.
She stopped at the end and was about to try and decide which way to go,
when she saw a very large guard coming from each end, both charging toward her,
and each possessing a club.
"This should be easy enough," she whispered to herself with a
They continued to charge at a steady pace. When they were within five
feet of her, she stepped back into the corridor she had come from and got out of
their path. They ran into each other and knocked each other out with the impact.
They moaned in agony and continued to lay sprawled on top of each other,
obviously in too much pain to get up. She pulled her dress up and jumped over
"Sweet dreams, fellas," she exclaimed as she took the righthand
and his group had traveled throughout the castle and hadn't spotted a Goblin
Guard yet. There was the one that had been standing in front of their dungeon,
but he was crushed by the rocks. Ludo had tried to help the goblin out, and
Hoggle had tried to explain to the
beast that the creature was an enemy and wasn't worth helping. He only had a
matter of seconds in which to do it. He finally had successfully dragged Ludo
from the site and throughout the winding corridors of the castle.
They finally came upon a room with a table in the center. Hoggle knew his
way about the castle fairly well, and this room was the nearest access to the
hallway that lead to the throne room. A
group of three Goblin Guards were eating at the table, gobbling up mouthfuls of
meat greedily. Hoggle held his arm out to block the others from going into the
room. He put his finger to his lips to indicate silence.
After surveying the room carefully, he saw the door he was looking for at
the opposite side of the circular room.
"I'm not sure what we should do now. We needs to get past them,"
Hoggle whispered to the others.
Sir Didymus straightened up and prepared to charge. "We fight, of
course!" he exclaimed in a loud whisper.
"Shh!" Hoggle exclaimed.
He paused thoughtfully before finally saying, "Wait here a minute. I
have an idea."
"Where are you going?!" Sir Didymus asked excitedly.
"You'll see," Hoggle replied.
Hoggle crept up behind one of the guards. He waited until the goblin with
the big nose had turned his head to face the goblin with the tangled hair, then
the dwarf whispered into the former goblin's ear.
"You're ugly!" he exclaimed, trying to hide the pitch of his
own voice, then silently slipping back into the doorway. It had worked! The
goblin thought that his neighboring mate had said it. The first goblin stood up
out of his seat and cried, "I'm ugly?! You're uglier than your mother!"
The shaggyhaired one bolted out of his chair
when he heard this. "My mother isn't ugly! Compared to you she's
Bignose started wagging his chicken thigh furiously at the second goblin.
"Oh really?!" With that
he stopped his threatening waggle of the chicken thigh and he hit the second
goblin on the head with the piece of meat.
The third goblin, who was a putrid green color, looked up from his plate
and said,"Would you two be quiet? I can't eat with all of this noise."
He focused his attention back on his food. Hoggle prodded Sir Didymus,
and without further ado, Sir Didymus snuck up behind the third goblin and
whacked him on the head. With the greatest speed, Sir Didymus rushed back into
The muckcolored goblin rose from his seat and lectured,"That wasn't
necessary! I just said to be quiet!"
With a clumsy swoop, he grabbed his plate and hit the second guard on the
head with it. His victim obviously felt that he hadn't deserved the beating and
demanded,"What was that for?!"
They all began kicking and shoving, and finally ended up in a brawl on
the stone floor. Hoggle and his companions saw their chance, and snuck by the
oblivious guards to exit the room through the opposite door.
Hoggle could feel the tide turning.
had been running through the winding corridors for what had seemed like hours.
She hadn't the slightest notion where she was going. For all she knew, she could
be heading back into the direction of her cell/bedroom. Jareth had been wise in
blinding her during the trip to her room. It had proven very effective.
She came upon her first dead end. She saw herself in the
mirror at the end. She needed a second to find her bearings. As she did so, she
noticed the magical effect the dress created. It was if someone had taken her
childhood fantasies of being Cinderella and turned them into reality for her.
The sad thing was that she was too old to enjoy them now.
She had just decided to go back the way she came when she noticed
something strange about the mirror. She moved her arm; about a second too late,
her image duplicated the move. Sarah waved her hand about again. There was still
a delayed reaction in the mirror. It was as if Sarah's image were mocking her.
Upon closer examination, she found that her observation had been true.
She moved her hand for the last time. There had indeed been a pause.
Sarah put her finger to the mirror and touched it. The glass seemed to
quiver around her finger. She tried to push her finger through the glass. It
began to go through with little resistance; ripples oscillated from around her
finger as she pushed through the liquid glass.
Once she had reached the other side of the magical lookingglass, she
discovered with relief that she had made it to her destination.
She was on the other side of the oval mirror that resided in the throne
As soon as she had finished pulling herself through the mirror, she saw
her friends making their way from the hall to the left of the throne and into
"You made it!" Sarah
was tense with the excitement of the situation, and was suddenly awed that they
had gotten as far as they had without hindrance.
"Let's get out of here!" she exclaimed to her companions as she
made hasty steps down the hall that led out of the throne room and into the main
hall. She wanted a great deal to
stop and embrace her friends, but she reminded herself that now was a time for
"Glad to oblige," Hoggle replied sardonically.
They all made their way to the large door at the south end of the hall.
Sarah's spirits flew. She was reunited with her friends and she was about to
escape Jareth's clutches. She had never felt more relieved than she did at the
Putting all of their strength into it, the group of friends began to push
the tremendous doors open. Her heart sank, the more the door opened. The
companions stopped midway in their work when they saw what had come of their
efforts. They made careful backward steps to the center of the room.
The object that had taken them all of their strength to open, swung open
by itself with a colossal swish then thud! On the other side of the
entryway stood Jareth… leading a large group of Goblin Guards.
The group moved forward slowly with Jareth, driving Sarah and her
comrades back into the throne room with every step. Sarah felt a sudden sweep of
defeat and sadness come over her. Their noble attempt to escape had failed.
A spear tip stopped her backward travels. She turned around to see
another group of Goblin Guards that had covered the group at the rear. She
turned back to look at Jareth and his group; her face became pallid and drawn.
She had underrated him; he understood her thoughts more than she did his.
His eyebrows curved inward and a frown tugged slightly at his lips.
"I warned you Sarah," Jareth commented in a calm and frightening tone.
"We're playing by my rules this time. When you break the rules, you pay the
Sarah knew that his calmness was only for show. The pupils of his eyes
flashed blue and he moved his hand in a throwing motion. Sarah followed the
movement with her eyes, and saw that he had directed it toward Sir Didymus, or
the spot that Sir Didymus had formerly occupied.
Once she realized her friend was not there, she looked frantically all
about her to see where he had gone to, yet he was nowhere to be seen.
"No!" Sarah called out wildly as she faced Jareth, a
snarl making its way across her countenance.
"Where is he?"
He came closer to her and replied, an arrogant smirk on his face, "Why,
with you, of course." He then
pulled the necklace closer to her face so she could see the silver charm that
now hung from it. It was an
intricate sculpture of Sir Didymus atop Ambrosius; he looked like he was
preparing to attack. Sarah could
feel the blood rushing to her face. If the goblin hadn't been holding her by her
wrists, she would have hit the palefaced man that stood before her.
"What about our deal?" she demanded.
"You were the first to break the deal," he
answered, "and now we're even. Don't worry," he added as he walked
toward his throne. "After you do my favor, I'll consider changing him back."
She turned her face away from his direction; the sight of him sickened
her. A proclamation of her hatred fell from her lips without vocalization.
A dual desire resided within her; one wished him to know how much she
despised him, while another was afraid of his reaction to her feelings.
Whatever she wished, he had heard her bitter remark.
He let out a ground shaking and terrifying scream. Sarah felt her eyes
widen with fear. He has gone
insane! she thought as she became transfixed by his blazing eyes.
What is different? she asked herself at the sight of Jareth's new
behavior. It is the eyes… the
blue fire that lives in them… like his very soul is on fire and is desperate
All of a sudden, Sarah no longer felt Ludo's shaggyhaired body brushing
up against her. She looked to find him gone. She looked everywhere, but he was
nowhere in sight. She took a glance at her necklace and found a new metal charm
dangling from the chain. It was Ludo.
"I tire of your insolence!" Jareth yelled as he turned
around to face her. He walked
closer to her until his face and its burning eyes were only a few inches away
from touching her own warming skin. She turned her head away. Strength enough to
look him in the eyes did not reside within her.
She could not face the demon that lurked within; it shook her cold.
"After all I have done for you, you should be kissing the ground I
walk on," he whispered to her in a deathly tone.
"Look at me!" he commanded.
She would not look and it drove him crazy. He grabbed her by the chin and
made her face him. He would not let her think that she would thwart his
complaints so easily. The depth-less pools of his irises bore into her eyes as
she mustered the strength to look into their waters.
Both of them flinched, but only Sarah turned away.
Her hatred for him was overwhelming; it pulsated in the blood that
reddened her normally fair face. He
could feel her skin prickle beneath his fingers as she began to shiver.
She was afraid. Good,
he thought. You should fear me.
You will fear me thoroughly when it is all over.
He released her chin roughly and she tensed like an animal preparing
to pounce. A cold stare formed on the Goblin King's face as he waited
for her to make a move, but she remained stationary; her body only shivered more
violently, her down-turned face mirroring anger and fear. Yes, he began
to think doubtfully, I expected her to be frightened and angry… But not to
such a degree. Why is she shaking
Jareth felt a warmth sweep through him, and it was only by the power of
this warmth that he was able to realize how chilled he had been before.
He stepped back to reexamine the situation and suddenly felt pity for
Sarah; it did not take a conscious effort for him to wish that she could pity
him, as well. She seemed to gain
the strength to look up at him, her eyes widening somewhat in surprise.
After this initial glance, she stood up to her full height and returned
his intent stare, hers hardening just as his had begun to soften.
It appeared that she was analyzing him, confused, just as everyone else
was, about the purpose of his silence.
Let's just see what she has to say, thought Jareth a bit
She began to move her lips to speak, but hesitated.
Her mouth quivered a few times before she finally demanded, "Why
don't you say something?" When
he only responded with the same penetrating stare she said, "So, you say
you have turned the world upsidedown for me?
What have you done for me? You
changed the hours of the clock once so that I could have more time to get back
the little brother you kidnaped. You
plucked away my memories onebyone… to weaken me?
I don't know your purpose. You
gave me a necklace so that you could flaunt the capture of my friends, so that
you could have a collar as a symbol of your control.
You gave me a dress that reminds me of the time in which I was most
vulnerable to you. And I ask you
again, What have you done for me? You
have done so much for me that the mere thought of you–"
She stopped in midsentence.
His remorse dissolved away with the return of the cold; his curiosity had
been satiated. He was done with listening, and she was now done with talking.
He would not tolerate her attitude anymore, and he would make it clear
that his toleration had now come to an end.
Jareth finally turned around and calmly returned, "You are wise to
keep your remaining feelings to yourself. I
do not care how you feel about me, but you should care about how it appears you
feel about me…You have one friend left. You do not want to tempt me to turn
him into metal, also."
knew he wasn't just threatening her. He was stating fact. If there was anything she could count on Jareth for, it was
for him to carry through with his threats.
She feared for her friends more than anything, but she also feared for
herself. If she angered him enough,
he would not only imprison all of her friends in the pewter forms, but he would
do the same to her; she would be a silent reminder of his power.
An unpleasant image flew swiftly through her mind of dangling from his
neck, seeing everything around Jareth, but not being able to give a
counterattack when he rose her charm to his face to taunt it.
He had brought her here against her will, and she had thought it unlikely
before. She no longer took him or his present for granted.
He was capable of anything.
His face lit up as if nothing had happened.
"Now, are you ready for dinner?" he asked with a smile.
Sarah continued to glower. She did not have to smile if she did not wish;
he couldn't do anything to her for that. "I guess I have no choice,"
"You can be sensible when properly persuaded," he declared as
he approached her.
With that, he looped his arm around hers and escorted her to the dining