The morning sun filtered through the
leaves, casting patterns of brilliant and dark greens on Ilona’s path.
Carefully fashioned bushes towered over her head, creating a familiar
maze for her wandering feet. A turn in the path brought her suddenly into
Prince Detlef’s view.
He sat in a wide swing, sheltered by
a stone arbor. His eyes were half-shut, but he smiled when he saw her.
“We used to play in this swing every day. I’ve rather missed it.”
Sudden shyness stole Ilona’s tongue,
but some little-girl-part of her wanted to clamber up into the seat next to
him. The swing, in its little stone
arbor, was one of her favorite places in the garden. Now, looking at Detlef’s wistful expression,
she wondered if that was because of him.
“But I’ve
interrupted your walk.” Detlef looked apologetic and then hopeful as he swung
to his feet, leaving the arbor behind him.
“May I join you?”
She smiled and nodded, suddenly
unable to think of anything she would like better. “You’re an early
riser. I think most of our guests are still in bed.”
“I could say the same to you.
I hope we have not disturbed your routine too greatly.”
“Come to think of it, Cordula didn’t
tell me her story this morning.” Ilona clasped her hands in exaggerated
surprise. “I suppose I’ll survive. Since I know the story by heart
already.”
Detlef laughed –
a deep, throaty chuckle. He fell into
step beside her and together they traced the maze through the late summer
shrubbery. “How are your father and mother?
I’ve hardly spoken to them since I arrived.”
“They are
well. I think you will not find them
much changed since you were here before.
Papa is as impulsive and kind and strong as ever. Mother is as wise and beautiful and good.”
The prince
murmured his approval and then asked, “Will you tell me Cordula’s story?” He crossed his hands behind his back
expectantly and winked. “Then, at least, the story will be rehearsed.
We don’t want to affect your morning any more than we have to.”
Ilona laughed and then began
her tale. “It likely won’t interest you, but I will if you insist.
According to the story, an old woman with a spindle showed up
unexpectedly at the castle and predicted my birth, some 8 months before I was
born. And, at my naming ceremony, she appeared again.”
“Was she a Derwald woman? One of the
forest people?”
Ilona shot a surprised look at the
prince. “The Derwald people are Hanadil myths. They don’t exist.
How do you know about them?!?!”
He shrugged. “I was here for a
summer, remember?” He lifted an eyebrow at Ilona. “Why are you so
sure that they don’t exist?”
“I would know about them, wouldn’t
I? You can’t tell me that there is an entire clan of people hiding in my
own forest, living in Hanadil but without being subject to its laws.”
Ilona shook her head in scorn. “Cordula only claims the spindle
woman was a Derwald to make her story better.”
“I see. So, go on. What
happens next in Cordula’s story?”
Ilona stopped by a crepe myrtle tree
and closed her eyes, watching the story in her mind as she rehearsed it to
Detlef. She could see the old woman, with tea-stained skin, dressed in
greens and holding her small spindle as she entered the throne room. She
could see the crowd parting for her, each person pulling back in a mixture of
surprise and fear.
“You have named the child?”
Her voice was hoarse with age.
Queen Amalia clutched her baby, too
frightened to speak. It was King Adalbert who answered the spindle woman.
“Her name is Ilona.”
The old woman closed her eyes and
tilted her head back as if savoring the taste of the name. Then she
opened her eyes and looked at the queen. “The child will grow to be a
beautiful woman, her beauty and grace surpassing all others. She will be
clever and wise beyond her years. She will have the gift of music – in
song and dance. And she will be of a kind temperament – a pleasure to all
around her.”
“Thank you, stranger.” King
Adalbert nodded respectfully to the old spindle woman. “Please take your
seat among our guests.”
“There is more to say.” The
woman looked directly at Queen Amalia. “You pretend to forget your
promises, but you cannot escape them. One day Ilona will disappear from
your care, and you will find this spindle left in her place.” And the old
woman tapped her small spindle ominously.
“Rather a disturbing story for
the heroine, isn’t it?” Detlef’s voice broke into her imagination and Ilona
blinked her eyes open to see the stone in-laid path and the overhanging
branches.
“Not really. Cordula
always ends with my papa’s decree that no one with a spindle be allowed near
the castle, and the fact that I lived happily ever after. I was never
overly frightened. My papa has always been big and strong in my eyes.”
She smiled childishly. “He could protect me.”
“I would have equal
confidence in your Derwald people.”
Ilona laughed merrily.
Detlef smiled. Then his eyes wandered
over Ilona’s shoulder and he stiffened. “I see I am not the only early
riser,” he growled.
Ilona followed his gaze to see Emil
coming towards them. “Maybe the three of us can finish our walk
together,” she said hopefully.
Emil reached them and bowed politely
to Detlef. “I believe, your highness, that your…servant was looking for
you. It seemed he had a matter that needed your urgent attention.”
Detlef squared his shoulders to face
Emil. “Did he?” His voice was crisp and measured.
A small smile flickered across
Emil’s face and he raised his eyebrows innocently. “Indeed. I
believe he headed in the direction of the stables. I am happy to escort
the princess back for you.”
“I’ll warrant you are.”
Ilona looked from one to the other,
not sure what exactly was going on. “No need.” She puckered her
eyebrows in puzzlement. “These are my own gardens. I am quite
capable of walking back alone.”
Emil smiled at her, his eyes bright
with welcome. “Oh, but I was hoping you would take a turn through the
rose garden with me. I hear your gardeners have the finest roses in
Hanadil.” He held out his arm.
Ilona couldn’t help but smile.
“It’s true.” She took his offered arm. “I’d be delighted to
show you.”
“I will go attend to my servant.”
Detlef held his chin up like a man boldly facing exile. “I shall see you
later, Ilona.”
(by Esther Brooksmith)
Ohhh!!! I'm enjoying this!! Sounds like maybe there's some history between Detlef and Emil? Or maybe just jealousy? But I guess we gotta keep reading to find out!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you are enjoying this story! That is a precious phrase that every author likes to hear.
DeleteA verbal duel at the end, can't wait to see where this goes!
ReplyDeleteThere's only one princess. There's only one winner.
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