“Hmmph,” said Mistress Weatherwax.
Wave. Sound.
“Frying pan?”
“Yes. It got lost, though.”
“Hmm.”
Wave. Sound. It was as if the woman was extracting her history from the air.
eached the stones. The arch still stood. It was never down, Tiffany thought. The Queen had no strength, no magic, just one trick. The worst one.
“Stay away from here,” said Tiffany. “Never come back. Never touch what is mine.” And then, because the thing was so weak and babylike, she added: “But I hope there’s someone who’ll cry for you. I hope the king comes back.”
“You pity me?” growled the thing that had been the Queen.
“Yes. A bit,” said Tiffany. “But don’t count on it.”
She put the creature down. It scampered across the snow of Fairyland, turned, and became the beautiful Queen again.
“You won’t win,” the Queen said. “There’s always a way in. People dream.”
“Sometimes we waken,” said Tiffany. “Don’t come back…or there will be a reckoning….”
She concentrated, and now the stones framed nothing more—or less—than the country beyond.
I shall have to find a way of sealing that, said her Third Thoughts. Or her Twentieth Thoughts, perhaps. Her head was full of thoughts.
She managed to walk a little way and then sat down, hugging her knees. Imagine getting stuck like this, she thought. You’d have to wear earplugs and noseplugs and a big black hood over your head, and still you’d see and hear too much…
She closed her eyes, and closed her eyes again.
She felt it all draining away. It was like falling asleep, sliding from that strange wide-awakeness into just normal, everyday…well, being awake. It felt as if everything was blurred and muffled.
This is how we always feel, she thought. We sleepwalk through our lives, because how could we live if we were always this awake?
Someone tapped her on the boot.
CHAPTER 14
Small, Like Oak Trees
“Hey, where did you get to?” shouted Rob Anybody, glaring up at her. “One minute we was just aboout to give them lawyers a good legal seein’-to, next minute you and the Quin wuz gone!”
Dreams within dreams, Tiffany thought, holding her head. But they were over, and you couldn’t look at the Nac Mac Feegle and not know what was real.
“It’s over,” she said.
“Didja kill her?”
“No.”
“She’ll be back then,” said Rob Anybody. “She’s awfu’ stupid, that one. Clever with the dreaming, I’ll grant ye, but not a brain in her heid.”
Tiffany nodded. The blurred feeling was going. The moment of wide-awakeness was fading like a dream. But I must remember that it wasn’t a dream.
“How did you get away from the huge wave?” she asked.