The Looking Glass Wars (4 page)

Dodge hesitated.

―Come on.‖

He put an arm around Alyss‘ waist and moved with her in gentle circles. He had never touched the princess before—not like this. She smelled of sweet earth and powder. It was a clean, delicate smell. Did all girls smell like this or only princesses? A potted sunflower in the corner of the room began to serenade them.

―This isn‘t a military exercise,‖ he said, making a weak attempt to free himself.

―I order you not to go anywhere. While we‘re dancing, Redd and her soldiers crash into the room. It‘s a surprise attack. People are screaming and running. People are dying. But you stay calm. You promise to protect me.‖

―You know I‘d protect you, Alyss.‖ He felt warm all over and a little dizzy. He was holding the princess close. He could feel her breath on his cheek. He was the luckiest boy in the queendom.

―And then you battle Redd and her soldiers.‖

He didn‘t want to let her go, but he did, brandishing his sword. He jousted this way and that with his imaginary foes, spinning and ducking in imitation of Hatter Madigan, whose military workouts he often watched and studied.

―And after many close calls,‖ Alyss narrated, ―your life in danger every second, you defeat the soldiers and stab your sword into Redd.‖

Dodge looked the picture of intensity as he plunged his sword into the air where he envisioned Redd to be. He made a show of eyeing his handiwork, his vanquished foes littered on the ground before him. He returned his sword to its scabbard.

―I‘m saved,‖ Alyss continued, ―but I‘m shaken by what I‘ve just witnessed. You calm my nerves by dancing with me.‖

The sunflower in the corner again began to serenade. Without hesitation this time, Dodge took Alyss and spun her about the room. He had loosened up despite himself, despite what he knew his father would think of his behavior. He was reveling in feelings he should not have allowed himself to feel.

―Will you be my king, Dodge?‖

―If it pleases you, Princess,‖ he said, trying to be nonchalant, ―I—‖

―You there, clean my boots!‖ a voice shouted from the corridor. ―Servant, do my bidding!‖

Dodge immediately stepped away from Alyss, stood stiffly to attention.

―Wash my waistcoat, make my bed, powder my wig!‖ the voice shouted.

Ten-year-old Jack of Diamonds, heir to the Diamond family estate, marched into the Issa Room.

He stopped when he saw Alyss and Dodge.

―What are you doing?‖ Alyss asked him.

―I‘m practicing being a royal personage. What does it look like I‘m doing?‖

Jack of Diamonds would have been a handsome boy if not for his bullying personality and for the fact that he had the biggest, roundest rear end in Wonderland. It looked like he carried an inflated cushion in the back of his trousers. He also had the silly pretension of wearing a long, white powdered wig because he‘d heard that the well-to-do in other worlds wore powdered wigs.

He eyed the discarded box and ribbon on the floor. He eyed the jabberwock tooth hanging from Alyss‘ necklace.

―The question is,‖ he said, ―what are you two doing?‖

Neither Alyss nor Dodge answered.

―Playing mushy, mushy love with the princess, are we?‖ He laughed and approached Alyss, touched the jabberwock tooth hanging at her throat.

―Leave that alone,‖ Dodge warned.

―Sweet Princess, when we‘re older and you‘re my wife, I‘ll give you presents of diamonds and more diamonds, not the rotten teeth of stupid animals.‖

―Just go away,‖ Alyss pleaded.

―Leave her alone,‖ said Dodge. ―I mean it.‖

Jack of Diamonds turned to face this son of a guardsman. He put a finger to his lips and pretended to be deep in thought. ―Let me see now…ah, I‘ve got it. Eenie meenie miney moo, I‘m more important than you.‖

Dodge flung out his fists and knocked Jack to the floor, left him splayed there with his wig askew, looking not at all like a person of high rank. Dodge braced himself for a fight, but Jack scrambled to his feet and ran out of the room and down the corridor toward the royal gardens.

―We have to get out of here if we don‘t want to be in trouble,‖ Alyss said. ―He‘ll tell his father on you.‖

It wasn‘t at all the sort of thing a guardsman should do, but Dodge grabbed Alyss‘ hand and led her to a life-size sculpture of Queen Issa, Alyss‘ great-grandmother. He pressed on the ruby at the front of Issa‘s crown and a door in the wall appeared, opening on to one of the many servants‘ tunnels that ran under Heart Palace.

―Where‘re we going?‖ Alyss asked.

―You‘ll see.‖

Hand in hand they raced off down the tunnel, past guardsmen headed to their watch-posts, past servants carrying platters of jollyjellies, fried wondercrumpets, and tarty tarts.

CHAPTER 6

I F YOU‘RE a queen, even the most lighthearted conversation on a festive day can lead to a discussion of troublesome topics. In the royal gardens, Genevieve found herself talking to the Lady of Clubs and the Lady of Spades about the unwelcome influence of Black Imagination societies on Wonderland‘s youth.

―I hear they drink jabberwocky blood,‖ said the Lady of Spades.

―Well, I think it‘s disgusting that children today take for granted the peace and harmony that currently exist in the queendom,‖ declared the Lady of Clubs. ―It‘s as if they want to destroy the current state of things just for the sake of destroying it.‖

―We have members of the Millinery working undercover, infiltrating many of the groups,‖

Queen Genevieve informed them.

―Really?‖

The Lady of Clubs encouraged any endeavor that might weaken Genevieve‘s grip on the throne.

She smiled at the queen and decided, not without reluctance, to end her sponsorship of Black Imagination societies. It was as she came to this determination that Jack of Diamonds, running along a heart-shaped passage toward the gardens, suddenly found himself lifted off his feet, his wig again knocked askew. He wriggled to get free, his feet pedaling the air.

―What‘s the rush, little fellow?‖ asked Bibwit Harte. ―What seems to be the trouble?‖

―You‘re the little fellow!‖ Jack said.

―Hmm, well…in the grand scheme of the cosmos, I am a little fellow. We‘re all quite little, if you think about it that way. Good point, Jack.‖

Jack didn‘t know what the pale scholar was talking about and didn‘t care. ―Unhand me, you tutor!‖

With his feet once again on solid ground, trying to right his wig but succeeding only in turning it almost completely backward, Jack of Diamonds explained how he had been minding his own business when, all of a sudden, Dodge jumped out from behind a bookcase, knocked him to the ground and dirtied his pantaloons. Jack had only meant to rescue the princess, whom Dodge the commoner had been trying to kiss, and now he was on his way to tell his father and Queen Genevieve so that they‘d deport Dodge to the Crystal Mines, which surely wasn‘t too great a punishment for such serious crimes.

―Those are serious crimes,‖ agreed Bibwit Harte. ―But, Jack, don‘t you think it‘s time you started handling the responsibilities of your rank?‖

The boy grew suspicious. ―Maybe.‖

―At your age, you shouldn‘t need your father‘s help administering punishments. I will hunt out the culprit and bring him to you. Go and enjoy a nice bit of tarty tart and say nothing of this terrible incident to anyone until I return. You will surprise the queen with your judicious punishment of Dodge, I‘m sure.‖

Bibwit watched the boy strut up the passageway, his round rear jiggling left, right, left, right, all the way to the royal gardens. With his ultra-sensitive ears, Bibwit Harte had heard everything that had happened in the Issa Room. Only when he was positive that Jack would say nothing of the trifling matter to the queen or the Lord of Diamonds, only when he heard the boy greedily munching on a tarty tart, did he set out after Alyss and Dodge. Cocking his head, as might a dog hearing a strange, high-pitched noise, he listened to far-off sounds. He heard a husband and wife discussing their upcoming safari in Outerwilderbeastia. He heard a shopkeeper totaling up his accounts three streets away. And then he heard a mishmash of humble voices. Using his hearing as a guide, he made his way out of the palace.

Alyss and Dodge ran through the servants‘ tunnels, Alyss yelping with laughter and quite enjoying herself, Dodge all business, until he shouldered open a door and they stepped out into the light of Wondertropolis. For the first time in her life, Alyss Heart was outside the grounds of the palace.

―Whoa.‖

It was a festive scene: Wonderlanders dancing, playing musical instruments, and acting out mini-theatricals. A shopkeeper spotted Alyss and, with respectful expressions of good wishes for her health, dropped to his knees. Seeing who was among them, Wonderlander after Wonderlander followed his example and, in less than half a minute, Alyss and Dodge were standing at the center of a bowing, reverent audience.

―Uh, yeah,‖ Dodge said in a loud voice to no one in particular, ―she looks a lot like Princess Alyss, doesn‘t she? But her name‘s Stella. She‘s nobody.‖

The Wonderlanders lifted their heads and turned to one another. How could this beautiful girl with her soft eyes and her black hair styled like the princess‘ not be Alyss Heart? Their confusion vanished with the appearance of Bibwit Harte. If the royal tutor was after her, then the girl had to be Princess Alyss.

At the sight of Bibwit, Alyss shouted, ―Run!‖ But the scholarly albino was pretty fast and would have caught up with them in no time if his robe hadn‘t sprouted the fluorescent feathers of a tuttle-bird, ballooned around him, and lifted him into the air.

―Alyss, noooo!‖

Dodge glanced back. ―What—?‖

―I didn‘t exactly mean to do it,‖ said Alyss. This was not how she should have been using her imagination and she knew it. ―I just didn‘t want him to catch us.‖ She‘d had the faintest glimmer of an imagining to slow Bibwit down and then—bam!—it became a reality.

Bibwit dropped from the sky into mud-choked grass, slipping and sliding as he tried to get out of it, but Alyss and Dodge were already gone. They ran down brick lanes, cut through alleys, and crossed thoroughfares. Eventually, the polished shop fronts and glistening streets of the capital city gave way to a wood. The trees and flowers chirped in surprise at the sight of the princess, making sure to look as in-f-bloom as possible while moving their branches and petals out of her way as she and Dodge ran, jumping over rocks and creek beds until they came to a cliff and could go no farther. Alyss looked down from the vast height of the rock face. Below her stretched a body of water surrounded on all sides by a crystal barrier.

―What is it?‖ she whispered, partly in awe and partly because she didn‘t want Bibwit to track her with his hearing.

―It‘s called the Pool of Tears,‖ Dodge answered, also whispering. ―They say that if you fall in, it takes you out of Wonderland, but no one knows for sure. People have gone in, but nobody‘s ever come back.‖

Alyss said nothing.

―People sometimes come here and wait for the return of those who‘ve fallen in. They cry and let their tears drop into the water. That‘s how it got its name.‖

Alyss stared down at the water. It wasn‘t fair. How could the world be so sad on her birthday?

She tried to imagine what she‘d do if Dodge or one of her parents fell into the Pool of Tears.

What would life be like without them? But she couldn‘t do it. Imagination failed her.

―We should go back,‖ Dodge said.

―Yes, yes,‖ said the trees and shrubs closest to them.

People would come looking for them, Alyss knew, maybe even Hatter himself. She could not escape being who and what she was.

―Maybe if we go back and act as though nothing has happened,‖ she said, ―it‘ll be like nothing did.‖

Dodge lent her his guardsman coat—no small gesture considering what it meant to him, Alyss knew. She wore it over her head like a shawl to avoid being recognized by Wonderlanders, part of a disguise that also included a caterpillar mask she imagined for herself.

To prevent Bibwit from tracking them, she and Dodge didn‘t speak during the journey back to the palace—a journey that seemed much shorter than their escape had been. Sooner than soon, they were making their way along the row of glorious fountains that led up to the front gate.

Alyss could see the iridescent Heart Crystal beyond the locked entrance, giving off its white clouds of imaginative energy.

―Meow.‖ A kitten with golden fur rubbed against her leg.

―Where did you come from?‖ She took the kitten in her arms. It wore a ribbon for a collar, and attached to the ribbon was a card with a simple greeting: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALYSS! ―He knew me even through my disguise.‖

―Who‘s it from?‖

―It doesn‘t say.‖

Dodge looked around to see who might have been so generous, but of the many Wonderlanders enjoying the festivities outside the palace, no one paid them any attention.

―It‘s smiling,‖ he said. ―I didn‘t know cats could smile.‖

―He‘s smiling because he‘s happy to be with me.‖ Alyss wouldn‘t put her new pet down.

The guards at the front gate recognized Dodge Anders but said that they couldn‘t give entry to his friend without proper authority. Alyss took off her mask.

―Our humble apologies, Princess,‖ said the guards, promptly unbolting the gate. ―We didn‘t expect to see you. Beg your pardon.‖

―I will pardon you on one condition,‖ Alyss announced. ―You must tell no one that you saw me and Dodge outside the palace. Can I rely on you to say nothing?‖

―Of course, Princess.‖

―Not a word.‖

The guards bowed. Alyss and Dodge entered the palace. Once the gate was locked behind them, the kitten jumped from the princess‘ arms and bounded down the hall.

―Kitty, no!‖

But the kitten ran and ran, as if it knew exactly where it was going and had things to do, appointments to keep. Which, in fact, it did.

CHAPTER 7

Q UEEN GENEVIEVE slipped away to her private rooms for a moment‘s rest, leaving the guests to occupy themselves. Without a word, Hatter Madigan followed and stood guard in the hall.