chatelaine of cair paravel

[charning]

In the wood, near but not too near the Lantern, drives a sledge, drawn by a reindeer under the whip of a Dwarf, and carrying a woman, of sorts. She is taller, and paler, and somehow - grander, more terrible, colder even than the deep winter through which she rides. The furs are decorative; she wears nothing over her ears, which, were she human, would spell frostbite given how long she has been on this ride.

The harness-bells jingle tinnily.

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[pythbox]

Winter follows the specter cheerfully, jar of jellybeans held protectively against his stomach. There are only a handful or so left.

[charning]

The specter shows off halls of statuary, and the throne room, and where he will be learning to stab and club various sorts of the Queen's enemies to death, and the dining hall where she eats with whoever is favored of an evening, and the servants' quarters, and the chamber where he will be staying "so long as Her Imperial Majesty allows", and a vault of treasure which is quite easy to open and look inside, but of course all of the treasure is surrounded further within the vault, by a wall of magic, which prevents any light-fingered servitors from absconding with it. Winter is not shown the Queen's personal chambers, but there is plenty else to see.

[pythbox]

Winter runs up and touches the magic wall, just to see what happens.

[charning]

He is violently thrown back, clear through the insubstantial specter and against a non-magical wall, and his hand smarts with electricity.

[pythbox]

He giggles. The jar of jellybeans is empty by this time, so he doesn't mind it breaking.

[charning]

"Her Majesty does not like thievery," advises the specter.

[pythbox]

"I can tell," laughs Winter.

[charning]

"Come, you have yet to see the dungeons," the specter says, and it shows Winter the dungeons. They are not well-populated, but there are a few creatures here - a Badger, a Dryad, a unicorn with her horn sawed off - who are locked away in the hopes that they may yet break and disclose information to their captors.

[pythbox]

Winter is impressed by the dungeons! They're very dungeony.

[alicornucopia]

"Son of Adam?" inquires the Badger weakly. "A Son of Adam - here?"

[pythbox]

"Huh?" says Winter.

[alicornucopia]

"A boy, a human boy," says the Unicorn, "and in the Witch's Dungeon."

The Dryad seems too overcome with despair to speak.

"Don't listen to the prisoners," advises the specter loftily.

[pythbox]

Winter shrugs. "I'm hungry, are there more jellybeans?"

[alicornucopia]

"I have never seen a confection like what you were eating before today," says the Specter.

The Badger sobs quietly.

[pythbox]

"Guess I'll have to ask the queen, then," he says serenely.

[alicornucopia]

The Specter nods, relaxing.

"Son of Adam," says the Unicorn. "As you value your life - you must fly from this place -"

The specter reaches in the unicorn's direction, and does no visible thing, but the Unicorn screams softly and falls silent, backing away as far as her chains allow.

[pythbox]

"Ooh, what was that?" says Winter.

[alicornucopia]

"I am not most often a giver of tours," says the specter mysteriously, and he leads Winter out of the dungeon.

The Badger sobs some more.

[pythbox]

"No, really, what'd you do?" says Winter, tagging along with a grin like sun on snow.

[alicornucopia]

"Only a little nightmare," the specter says modestly.

[pythbox]

"Nice," says Winter. "So is that your job? Nightmare people until they do what Jadis wants?"

He seems very impressed by this!

[alicornucopia]

"Occasionally. I have also seen use as a spy," the specter adds. "Being insubstantial helps. Her Majesty finds me useful."

[pythbox]

"I bet!" says Winter, gazing at him admiringly.

[alicornucopia]

The Specter smiles. "I am called Wisp," he adds.

[pythbox]

"Nice to meetcha, Wisp," says Winter. "I'm Winter, but I guess you heard."