Come back here! The voices called out, exchanging anger for kindness. Let us make peace! You want a dragon, well give you one! You want a prince. Well bring him to you! And you want a faithful genie, and well send one to your service!
And what is it in return? Estella couldnt stand it.
Just let us go! The voices repeated the same request. The golden door glowed with a sort of unnatural, magical radiance, as if beckoning to her. Behind it was hidden not only treasure, but living creatures as well. Estella was not so foolish as not to understand it. But how could they live there without food and drink? After all, the treasury had not been unlocked for decades. The king used to drop the gold he brought back from his marches into the treasury through a crack in the manticores mouth on the door. Now, it seemed, a claw had come through the crack.
Estella was frightened. The treasury was almost empty, and it was scary to enter the secret treasury because of the demons that lived there. What should we do?
Let us out! A piteous plea was heard.
Estella could not do it. For one thing she was afraid, and for another she had no key. She would have to think how to save the state without money. But she was not good at thinking. It was not for nothing that she was nicknamed a simpleton.
Who Stole the Princess Mind?
Outside the windows was a tournament. Estella watched from her high balcony. The aim of the contestants was to identify the sorcerer who had stolen the princesss mind, and the reward was to be the princesss hand.
Gisela had already warned her about the dowry hunters, so Estella watched indifferently. She didnt believe that anyone could propose to her. Normally suitors scattered from her like mice from a kitten. All the ambassadors and distinguished overseas guests admired her from afar, but after the first dialogue it was clear that they disliked the princess.
You are a child, Gisela consoled her when the princess was sixteen years old. As soon as you grow older, wiser, the matchmakers will come back. After all, their princes want to take as a wife a mature and wise beauty. She can help in the government of the country.
Three years have passed since then. Estella is nineteen and no more desirable to suitors.
It was a pity that in Aluar a womans age was determined by her mind. Estella was treated like a naughty child. But Gisela, who was twelve years older than her apprentice, was considered quite ripe for marriage. She was inundated with marriage proposals. Alas, all the applicants for her hand were not kings, so she rejected them all.
The advantageous place is only next to the throne, she often repeated, taking Estella to etiquette lessons.
Estella often spilled tea on her dress, but Gisela neither scolded her nor mocked her for it.
Try it again! She allowed it, instead of laughing at the silly princess like the others.
Gisela studied the family legends of the Aluars dynasty carefully, too, because she wanted to captivate the king with her erudition.
They say King Abraham was married to a star fairy, maybe thats why youre not smart enough, she once remarked while reading another almanac. Fairies children are either ugly or empty-headed.
Only they must have some sort of magical talent.
How do you know?
Estella frowned.
I dont remember.
I must have heard the maids stories.
Gisela began to study the Kings Almanac further.
There seems to be a lot of fairy tales in here instead of truth, she concluded. Your Uncle King Clement, who disappeared so abruptly after his coronation, was supposedly married to a sorceress who could turn into a dragon.
Is it in a dragon? Estella wondered. For some reason dragons had fascinated her more than handsome princes and suitors lately.
Yes! There she was. Queen Raymonda. For some reason, shes considered both a wood elf and a dragon. It says here that she burned half the capital. Then she and her husband both disappeared. Aluar was without king and queen, so your father was invited to the throne. He was King Clements uncle. So I dont know exactly who King Clement is to you. Lets just call him your uncle.
It is all right! Hes my uncle, Estella repeated bluntly. Is he still alive?
I dont think so! The dragon-wife most likely burned him and then burst out into the wild. He must have kept her with him by some sort of magical spell. Your father also seemed to know how to cast spells: he could make crops ripen earlier, he could call down rain on withered land, and he could send away enemy troops without even starting a battle or surrendering. One conversation with the enemy and they would leave, forgetting about the war. Thats why your father was so beloved by the people. He was the perfect king.
Just dont call him a sorcerer. Sorcerers are feared and hated.
I didnt say he was a sorcerer. He just had some kind of magical gift, Gisela slammed the almanac shut.
I dont want him to pay for it with my mind, Estella sighed.
Oh, thats all right. Youre pretty enough without a mind. Just dont spill wine on your dress. You can see the scarlet drops on the pale silk.
So what is of it? Estella thought they were just specks of purple.
Its not clean!
I think its beautiful. There are a lot of stars in the sky, and the wine makes my dress sparkle scarlet.
Gisela sighed wearily.
It is quite original, but not practical, she muttered to herself.
Does it say in the almanac that my name means star? I was named star, in honor of the Star Fairy who was supposedly my mother.
It is too bad youre not a star fairy yourself.
Why is it?
Well, you dont have wings, Gisela twisted. She really wanted to say something else.
So youre saying the knights are only fighting for the right to marry my throne, not me? Estella looked out the window. Im just an unnecessary appendage to the kings scepter and staff and ermine robe?
Gisela had said it so many times. Even the fool had already memorized it.
Something went wrong at the tournament. The duels turned into a massive battle. The herald escaped. The bouquet the princess is supposed to present to the winner was trampled. It felt as if a demon had strayed among the knights. Some dwarf creature had indeed galloped across the ring, whispering disgusting advice to the warriors, after which they did violence to themselves and to others. Some jumped on their swords. Some toppled a torch over themselves and were burned alive. Some attacked the ladies with their swords. Well, well, well!
Im not the dumbest girl in the kingdom! Estella rejoiced.
Gisela, who hadnt been looking out the window, didnt know what she was talking about.
Look!
I dont like tournaments, said Gisela. Theyre not all about me.
She wanted to put the almanac back on the Kings Library shelf, but Estella stopped her.
No, please, read me something else from it.
What do you want to know? Theres too little information about your mother. And theres no evidence that she really was a star fairy. But Ill tell you a secret, your late father supposedly could summon moon and star spirits when he locked himself in his study at night. Suddenly he summoned a star fairy one day and they had an affair! But why he had to marry the fairy, I dont understand. She could have just flown to him at night. So its more like a fairy tale with an unsightly truth hiding behind it. The queen was a witch or a madwoman who was burned or locked in a tower.
How creepy is it! Estella grimaced. Im more for fairy tales than creepy.
But horror is realistic! And fairy tales are made up to please the simpletons, Gisela commented with an admonishing tone.
Then reality is not for me. I want to hear a fairy tale. Read me something else about Queen Raymonda and a dragon!