For a long, long time a deep silence fell on the Crimson Court. The
distant hum of voices from the courtyard beneath ceased, the birds, that had
been singing sweetly up on the window-sill hushed their songs, the Queen, who
had at that moment returned from the fight in the hall fell asleep, the brave
fighters slumbered as they stood, Trace began to snore – in a ladylike manner,
of course – even the bugs, that had just been going to walk to the garden fell
asleep at that exact moment. Deep shadows darkened the sunny rooms and gardens,
it was just, as though night had taken over everything, but there was no one in
or near the palace to heed, whether it was dark or light.
This sudden darkness had been caused by a magic spell, which sprang up
all around the palace, as Bruja tried to send another purulence-spell to Trace.
Seeing the witch raising her arms, the lovesick greenlighted wizard pushed
Bruja down. Lurching, the sorceress fell against the courtyards wall, knocking
over a spinning-wheel placed there and pricking herself with the point of the
spindle. Unable to stop the spell during her fall, its mighty power made, a
magic wood spring up all around the palace and its grounds. At least half a
mile thick and made up of thorns and prickly plants, no one outside could have
dreamed that such a castle lay within it.
So the years went by until a hundred years had passed, and the palace
and its story were all but forgotten.
Fated to put the Crimson Court out of its misery, a dragon-like fighter
from a far distant country lost his way on returning from a big tournament. He
cursed and clamoured:
“Blimey! Why am I doomed to be
a wingless dragon getting footsore traipsing cross this landscape! It can´t be
that tough to reach the next city of the Grand Prix!”
Spitting red sparks, the dragon banged into the brushwood of plants and
thorns.
“Ahhh, why are these bloody
thorns destined to prick just into my tush!” the dragon moaned while pulling
out the spike with his teeth.
“Oh dear, what a forest!”
the old dragon sighed,
seeing all the briars in front of him. He let out a long moan and a large
stream of fire jumped out of his mouth, catching the plants and thorns. A huge
fire blazed up, destroying all the scrub, breaking the spell and raising all the
Crimson Court from theie deep sleep.
A large yawn filled the room, and the witch stretched out, croaking with
a still rusty voice: “Oahhhaa, I slept
like a log!” Another twanging
voice whined “Oh dear, my hair is all
tousled, I´m sure my skin is all creased, where is my hand mirror, give me my
beauty case, ohhh, I need my beauty case. Gimme my make-up, gimme, gimme, gimmeääähhhhhh!”
In the midst of all the kerfuffle of yawning, gaping, stretching and awakening
the old dragon could be seen, muddleheaded stumbling through the crowd
continously asking: “Pardon, is this
Amsterdam? Sorry, Madame, am I on the right way to Amsterdam? Amsterdam? I need
Amsterdam, oh dear, I must size the chance to shredder Shredder....”
Seeing the disoriented dragon, a group of strange figures approached, starting
to cheer and dance.Tickeled by a glittering pompon Glaurung explosively sneezed
while he could hear the urging voice of the hag in the middle of the group:
“Come on guys, dance, cheer, chant....!”
Astonished by the cheering group, the refreshed queen struck the large
gong and called for silence.
Majestically she started to speak:
“An unfortunate mishap interrupted
our great fight for the bath in the sea of enlightenment, but now the time has
come to go on admiring the prowess of all the heroes in the Crimson Court!”
Still slightly dozy the crowd shuffled to the great hall. Even the green
light wizard snatched the place just beside his admired Trace without any pushing.Escorting
her like a doggie,he stumbled every now and when because of all the cosmetics,Trace , who could be seen refreshing the
make up,the hair-do and the nailpolish in an admirable speed, ordered him to
carry.
Reaching the chessboard with perfect style, Trace recognised with
satisfaction the yearning gaze of all the guys around her. Throwing back a
strand of her auburn hair, Trace looked first at the board, and saw the pawn on
e4, then looked at the witch, and wondered at Bruja juggling with a broom.
Glimpsing Trace, Bruja welcomed her opponent with a warmhearted salute: “Oh darling, your perfume is really great!
I´m sure it is safer than the birth control pill!”
Screaming Trace banged her knight to c6, and threw an evil glance at the
witch, who was laughing up her sleeve. Choking back anger the belle gasped for
breath. At a loss for words she heard the quiet whispering of the wizard,. A
glacial smile played on her face as she answered: “You would look great in something floating, darling.....in the
Mississippi, the Thames, or the Danube....!”
While cursing each other, and filling the hall with a mixture of
laughter and indignation, the women plonked the pieces down on the board, and
kept their eyes on each other all the time.
“Look at the board, duckie,”
Bruja now spoke in
a warmhearted voice. “Soon there will be
nothing left to laugh about, so I will tell you a little joke to cheer you up
honey. It´s a joke, so brilliant, that your boobs will sag with laughter.”
Seeing the inquisitive look on Trace’s face, she continued: “What a pity, lovey, I see, you already know
it!”
Beside herself with rage, Trace lunged at the witch, trying to claw and
kick her, drill her stiletto-heels into the wicked witch´s feet and tear her
hair….but the wizard´s strong arms held her back, and embraced the furious lady.
He was aglow with happiness having found a reason to hold his beloved in his
arms.
Bruja, seized her chance and started a brisk attack, seemingly overrunning
the excited Trace. Slowly Trace regained her strength and counterattacked by
shouting:
“Your face looks like you´ve
slept inside it, you ugly harpy!”
“Darling, please, would you be
so kind to count up do ten? I want to have some silence for an hour!”,
Bruja fought back.
Blow for blow the brawling women cried their bitchy sentences
.
“Did your parents never beg on
their knees, that you run away from home?”
Trace bawled at Bruja, while
the witch screeched back: “Why can´t you
do something useful? Come on, and make your head available to the vacuum-researchers!”
“If I had your face, I would
run in to a circular saw with a smile on my face!”
the belle screamed when suddenly
an angry shout filled the court. Blazing with fury the Queen imperiously
ordered: “Stop it! From this moment
onwards! No more quarreling, not a word. Finish your fight in silence, both of
you!”
A peaceful silence spread while the shrewish women continued the uphill
struggle on the board. A mysterious smile covered Bruja´s face, who dreamfully fiddled
about her broom, seeing Trace taking comfort in the greenlighted wizards
flattery.
No one could hear her gleeful murmur: “Oh yes, darling, you shall be inflamed with love, oh dear, how I´m looking forward to see you making a fool
of yourself, snooty thing!” A cattish giggle made the spectators cringe,
while the witch started to deal with her broom.Magnitised everybody kept track
of the witch, whose magical susurration
could be heard:
“Come, old broomstick, you are
needed,
Petrified the crowd of spectators gawped at the broom, and saw it swirling
and dancing towards Trace. Hypnotised the beau stared at the twirling broom, and
started to scurry towards the bewitched broom with an amorously glance in her
eyes.
Bruja´s canine laughter filled the room, and she shouted:
“Oh yeah, this is the man of
your dream, honey, isn´t it? Look at him, darling, isn´t he a hunk?”
Aghast at the sight of his beloved making out with a broom, the
greenlight wizard recognised, that Trace saw the prince of her dreams in this
enchanted broom. He tried to pull her away, yanking on her dress, almost tearing
it into tatters, he was thrust aside by the bewitched Trace. It seemed to cut
through his heart, when he heared his beloved whispering loving words to her
pretended heart-throb.
Hovering with delight over the chessboard, and with a loving glance in
her eyes, Trace did not look at the game anymore, and kicked the pieces where
ever they fell.
Rolling on the floor laughing the witch jeered: “Strewth, look at her, she is all lovey-dovey with my broom!”
Still unable to react, the crowd
followed the spooky lovedance, and Bruja, looking at the board, scoffed:
“I´ve done with you darling,
come on, look at your truelove, sweet!”
and raising her arms the
witch shouted:
"To the lonely
Lifeless the broom toppled down just in front of the witch´s feet.
Trace gave a heart rending yell, on seeing her pretended prince as a
scrubby brush.Gathering her dress she rushed out of the court, crying with
shame and anger.
The crowd split into disgusted people, celebrating fans of Bruja, and
those laughing and complaining, flocked into the garden, at least they were
able to agree on throwing a great party, to both comfort Trace and to celebrate
Bruja´s victory.
Take these rags and wrap them round you!
Long my orders you have heeded,
By my wishes now I've bound you.
Have two legs and stand,
And a head for you.
Run,
and in your hand
Hold a floweret too.“
Corner, broom!
Hear your doom.
As a spirit
When he wills, your master only
Calls you, then 'tis time to hear it."