Tamlane – Prisoner of the queen of the fairies
Natalie Yacobson
Janet dreams of a knight wearing the armor of dragon scales. He is victorious in a magical war, yet he begs the girl for help. Janet follows the magic bird and meets a beautiful elf in the thicket. The elf bears a striking resemblance to the knight in her dream. His name is Tamlane, and he assures her that he is the prisoner of the queen of the fairies.
Tamlane – Prisoner of the queen of the fairies
Natalie Yacobson
Translator Natalie Lilienthal
© Natalie Yacobson, 2022
© Natalie Lilienthal, translation, 2022
ISBNВ 978-5-0056-4539-5
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
The knight ofВ dreams
White and red roses braided the frame of the mirror. The spiky stems were as if they were alive. They crawled upward like snakes. Janet thought she was dreaming. She was standing in her bedroom in her father’s castle in front of a huge mirror. The room was quiet and dark. And there was a battle going on inside the mirror. There was the scraping of metal against metal as the swords of the fighting men crossed. Horses roared beneath their riders and clubs and shields gleamed. Some knights wielded conventional weapons, while others deployed magic. Men fought against supernatural beings.
So this was a dream after all! Janet watched the battle in the mirror and tried to determine whom the crests belonged to? None of the families she knew had coats of arms with salamanders and roses. Some of the banners belonged to humans, some to supernatural creatures. The banners of men, meanwhile, had been trampled. Knights of flesh and blood were killed by warriors of fire. Flames invaded the battle as if spewed from a dragon’s mouth. Standing close to the mirror, Janet felt its heat. Is it possible to feel heat in a dream? What if this wasn’t a dream after all? The girl reached out to the mirror, hoping she wouldn’t run into the glass barrier. Then it would turn out that the ornate frame was just a window to another world.
Before Janet could touch the mirror, the rose thorns dug into her hand until it bled. The blood on her fingers was real, and the pain ofВ the scratches was real, too. So this was no dream!
One knight suddenly stood close to the mirror on the other side. He was looking directly at Janet. The girl flinched. He had such eyes! Like green pools in which you were about to drown. The face was covered by a visor, and the helmet itself was made in the shape of a dragon’s horned head. Surely this knight was not human. But why was he fighting on the side of men?
Who are you?» she tried to ask the question out loud, but her voice was drowned out by the noise from across the mirror. The fire was devouring the bodies of the vanquished. And the knight, as if he had emerged from that fire, held out his hand to Janet. His gauntlet almost touched her, but the roses that braided the mirror clenched and hissed. They wouldn’t let him in. Janet’s blood was on their thorns. And behind the mirror there was already a wall of fire.
«You want to see me in reality, not in a dream?» The knight’s voice was muffled. It sounded from beneath his visor, and it seemed as if the dragon depicted on his helmet was speaking to her, not he himself.
Nevertheless, Janet looked into his eyes and knew that she wanted toВ see him always.
В«Yes!В» she answered. Her voice, as before, was drowned inВ the noise ofВ the fire, but the knight heardВ her.
«Then set me free!» His hand, encased in a heavy gauntlet, caught her arm and squeezed it until it ached. Janet even cried out. How strong he was! Why couldn’t he free himself if he was so strong? He reeked of power and fire. He managed to tear the stems of the roses, step over the frame of the mirror, and embrace Janet. His embrace lasted even less than a moment. The girl realized she was not in the arms of a man, but of a pillar of fire. Her skin was burning. Now she was going to burn!
And that was the end of the dream. If only it had been a dream. Janet awoke at dawn. The larks were singing outside her father’s castle window. And the girl’s arms were blooming with burns and pricks from rose thorns.
So was it aВ dream after all, or not aВ dream?
Flaming legends
The girls played ball inВ the meadow. It had recently become aВ local pastime, except for tournaments. Some pedlar brought balls here and showed them how toВ play. Several years had passed since then, and the game had taken root here as if it had never been played before.
Janet remembered that boy. He was as red as autumn, with pointed tips ofВ his ears sticking out from under his green beret. He carried aВ heavy box ofВ merchandise behind him, sometimes showed tricks, and smiled sweetly at everyone, but he only winked at Janet.
«They say elves walk in a circle in those hills,» Nyssa tugged at Janet’s sleeve and pointed farther away, to where the sun was setting. «They walk in those hills over there! The wanderers saw them, and then they died. Elves are rumored to be dangerous to mingle with. They will charm you and then destroy you.»
Janet watched the flaming sunset, and it seemed toВ her that the silhouettes ofВ flame dancers loomed on the hill, making aВ strange round dance with abrupt unnatural movements.
The girl shook her long braids. To her, it just seems. The flame dancers in the hills are nothing more than a play of light and shadow. The sunset is the same shade as these figures – it’s easy to see where anything comes from.
В«People who fall under the spell ofВ the elves,В» Nyssa went on, В«develop green skin, aВ poor appetite, insomnia, and nightmares. They even suspect that they see evil spirits everywhere. They do not live long. They wither and die quickly, as if someone had drained them ofВ all their strength.В»
В«Has that ever happened toВ anyone you know?В» Janet raised an eyebrow mockingly, glancing sideways at her talkative friend.
«Of course not, God forbid,» Nyssa said with a prayer that she didn’t think it would happen to anyone we knew. After all, the creatures of the forest and the hills can drink all the blood out of us…
В«You speak ofВ it so well, as if you had seen it with your own eyes.В»
«I only heard with my own ears,» Nyssa protested without mocking. «And you, if you weren’t so proud and talked to the boys from the next town, you’d have heard things that would give you the creeps.»
«I don’t believe it!» Janet said dryly, not really wanting to admit that her father was trying to keep her out of the castle and limiting her communication with anyone he considered unworthy of his daughter’s company. Nyssa, for instance, if she said anything of the sort in the presence of the old earl, she would immediately be chased out of the castle. And she’ll never be Janet’s maid of honor again. Maid of Honor! Normally, only queens have maid of honor. But the local feudal lord was like a king to the surrounding peasantry, so it didn’t seem strange to anyone that his daughter had maids of honor. In fact, her father wanted to surround her with a lot of boisterous girlfriends so that she wouldn’t go anywhere, as her mother had once done. Chatty girls would be sure to denounce her if any stranger started seducing her and asking her to go away with him. Nyssa would call such a daredevil an elf from the woods. And more reasonable people called them either kidnappers of married ladies or desperate hunters for a bride with a dowry.
Janet wanted toВ believe that her mother had been kidnapped byВ some king and held byВ force inВ his court. It was easier toВ think that way than that her corpse, which had long ago been stripped ofВ all its jewels, was resting inВ some wooded hollow.
Officially, Janet’s mother was considered dead, not a runaway. But that didn’t make her father feel any better. He grew older by the day. At forty-something, he already resembled an ancient old man, his hands ringed with signet rings. He was constantly afraid that something might happen to Janet. But the girl was in her eighteenth year, and nothing untoward had happened to her.
«Seventeen years of careless living is no guarantee that in your eighteenth year you won’t be tested?»
Who said that? The voice was thin and hoarse, like the cawing ofВ aВ crow. Janet noticed that the girls were no longer playing ball, because the ball rolled right back toВ her feet. It looked as if aВ trail ofВ blood stretched across the grass, but it was just aВ trail ofВ sunset glow.
В«At your eighteenth birthday you can even die!В»
This time Janet looked up toВ the branches ofВ the tree from which the voice had come. There sat aВ bird, all black. Only aВ few feathers inВ its tail and crest were as colorful as aВ rainbow.
What kind of bird was it? It was neither a crow, nor a peacock, though its tail was very long and lush. Its forehead burned with something that looked like a third eye or a jewel! Janet didn’t get a chance to look at it, as she was required to pick up the ball and continue the game. She had to defer to her friends. The girl stubbornly refused to call them maids of honor. She was not, after all, a queen. Even if illiterate peasants did not know the rules of the royal court, but she had read a lot and learned everything.
«Don’t get your train caught on the edge of the magic realm!» a bird cawed angrily as Janet’s train got stuck in the roots of a stump that didn’t seem to be there a second ago. The girl barely managed to free the brocade cloth, but a flap was left on the roots. The bird cawed defiantly, and either the eye or the stone in its forehead glowed red.
It was all sunset games! Janet raised her ball, and almost jerked her hands away. It seemed toВ her that from the ball the face ofВ the pedlar who had once brought the game toВ the castle was smiling at her amiably. The illusion lasted only aВ moment.
Janet went to her girlfriends, but the sensation of holding someone else’s head in her hands only intensified. Nyssa made her play with everyone. Janet was quickly out of breath and tired. What kind of game is it to flip the ball from hand to hand? But the girls laughed merrily, catching it. They enjoyed the game as much as boys enjoy spears and swords.
Janet remembered the mirrored shields of the imps that she had seen in her dream fighting earthly knights. What a dream that had been! She was still terrified to remember. She must have dreamed it all because of Nyssa’s chatter, and also because of the stories of two travelers who had spent the night in the castle not so long ago. Over dinner, they told many tales of the strange creatures of the forest they had encountered along the way. They could, after all, make up stories to amuse their guests and thus work off their overnight stay. But how dark her father became when he listened to their stories! It was as if he knew something he had never spoken of.
Elves in the woods! Roundabouts in the hills! Janet looked away, to where the edge of the forest was black on the horizon. It was forbidden for anyone who lived in the castle to go there. Allegedly, there were a lot of wild animals there. But then why didn’t people go there to hunt anymore? Janet remembered that in her childhood, when her mother was still alive, they often went hunting in the woods and came back with game.
Only once, instead ofВ the usual carcasses ofВ fallow- deer and deer, the old knight brought an unusual creature toВ the house. It spoke even after it had been gutted. It complimented her mother and even sang. Not long after that, her mother disappeared. All Janet was left with was aВ locket ofВ her portrait, which she wore around her neck. That wasВ all!
It was sad that other girls ofВ her age had living and caring mothers and she no longer did. Her father, too, seemed only half alive. He had become moody and taciturn and withdrawn ever since his wife had disappeared.
«If I could only find their kingdom, I would blow them all away!» said he to someone on the night of his mother’s disappearance. Janet got out of bed then and eavesdropped under the opened door. Her father had a visitor who had a bad reputation in the nearest town. He was even nicknamed the foul trapper or inquisitor, but he returned all the gold he had paid to his father because he could not help him. He was stern, but honest. Because he returned from the woods without the countess, the purse of coins was also returned. The gold jingled on the table. A circle of tiny figures danced in the fireplace.
В«Come toВ us!В» They called toВ Janet. She stared only at them, hardly listening toВ what her father was saying toВ the trapper. Only one phrase stuck inВ her memory.
«I would destroy them all, if only I could find their kingdom among the forests. But no one can find them!» Some scrap of paper in a woman’s delicate handwriting fell from his fingers. The earl made a fist of his strong arm, which was gleaming with precious rings like armor. Since then, his hand had grown flabby and wrinkled like a dead man’s. The only thing that reminded him of his former strength were his rings. They bore the insignia and seal of his noble house. Her father never took them off. It was as if those rings were the only talisman against those voices that supposedly called to him from his window at night.
The grass lapped beneath Janet’s train. A black bird was flying behind her now in the height of the sunset sky. The other girls had spotted it, too.
«It was following us like a pesky cavalier,» one of the girls joked, and everyone else laughed in unison. Janet didn’t laugh.
«It followed me, not you,» the earl’s daughter wanted to say, but said nothing. Why spoil the mood for those who were having so much fun. She herself suddenly felt cold and was frightened. And it’s May, after all. Now was not the time to be shivering from the frost.
The cold spread from her fingertips toВ her whole body. Janet walked through the blooming meadow and froze. And aВ bird cawed overhead, as if laughing.
«Catch!» The ball would have hit her chest if she hadn’t put her arms forward. Janet caught it deftly, and again she thought the ball was the head with the smiling face of a redheaded boy she hadn’t seen in years.
The girls looked at her inВ amazement.
«Why don’t you throw the ball?» Nyssa asked.
It seemed strange toВ them. Janet had been looking at the patterns on the ball for aВ minute. The girls only noticed the golden patterns. She, on the other hand, saw aВ smirk and boyish features inВ them.
Twenty incomprehensible pairs of eyes were fixed on her, and Janet didn’t know what to say.
«Aren’t you sick?» Nyssa moved cautiously toward her to feel her forehead, but suddenly everyone was distracted by a sudden apparition. A scrawny young man with a box behind his back was striding down the path, flaming in the sunset rays.
В«Quentin!В» the girls exclaimed cheerfully, and rushed toward him. It seemed as if they were about toВ kiss him, but they only began pushing toВ look at his luggage.
В«How do they know him?В» Janet wondered.
«He’s a successful trader in town. You don’t go there,» Nyssa scolded her, «otherwise you’d meet a lot of interesting young men.»
Janet caught sight of the pedlar and was taken aback. This was the same redheaded boy who used to sell ribbons and fabrics. He’d grown surprisingly fit, but the pointy tips of his ears still stuck out ugly from under his red hat. Apparently he had already sold his green velvet beret to someone. So his name was Quentin! She couldn’t remember his name, though. But she well remembered his impertinent, mocking look.
When the other girls had sorted out the goods they needed, the guy beckoned Janet to him. She approached only to look at him, not to shop. She had enough of the dressy belts, signet rings, and ribbons in the castle. She didn’t need any more. And you can’t carry that around in a lifetime, even if that lifetime stretched for centuries.
В«There are girdles, buckles, belts, buttons, beads!В» Quentin offered his wares toВ the others, but he would not describe them toВ Janet. He merely took her hand and put it toВ his lips, as only aВ nobleman should do. It was fortunate that the others did not notice. They were too engrossed inВ picking out things. Quentin even had mirrors and boxes inВ his box. Nyssa bought aВ mirror with the gilded face ofВ some goddess on the back. It was just gorgeous.
«Did you steal it?» Janet whispered softly. She watched Quentin’s face curiously. He was very nice, handsome even.
«I don’t steal anything. But sometimes they give me something. Not people! There were other, not greedy gentlemen!»
What nonsense he was talking! Janet would have walked away from him immediately if she hadn’t enjoyed looking at him. He had unusual clothes, and the freckles on his cheeks were folded into a whimsical pattern, as if they were gilding rather than freckles.
В«This is for you!В» He pulled aВ fancy bracelet out ofВ his pocket, not from the box, and held it out toВ Janet.
«But I wasn’t going to buy anything,» she protested.
«And you don’t have to! I’m giving it to you. It is a token of friendship.»
You can’t be friends with commoners and strangers. And Quentin was both. The father would have objected to such friendship. But Janet was enchanted by the bracelet. It wasn’t made of gold or silver, some kind of orange metal that looked like the setting sun in color. And it was made in the shape of dancing orange figures. They joined together in a bracelet, as if in a circle. Janet didn’t even dare touch the bracelet.
В«Who forgedВ it?В»
«It isn’t important! Take it!» Quentin insisted. «Wear it all the time.»
Where do they make such things? From what distant kingdom did Quentin bring it? Janet didn’t dare ask that, because the redheaded young man was already flirting with the other girls. It makes sense, after all, they are customers who pay coins for the goods, and the earl’s daughter was only bribed with a gift so that she would not interfere with others’ choice of goods.
The bracelet wrapped around Janet’s wrist like a fiery ring of whimsical, tiny figurines. Though it seemed fiery, it didn’t burn her skin. Even touching the burns and scratches left by the strange dream, the orange metal didn’t hurt. Janet contemplated the metal figures. They were dancing in different poses. Some were winged, some were horned, other had tails, other were reptilian-like. But as a whole they all formed a fairy-tale circle. And that circle was now wrapped around her hand. Quentin was to be thanked.
But he was long gone. Janet looked up from her bracelet and saw that the young boy was gone. He was gone when the last light of sunset faded, as if he’d vanished into thin air.
