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Proposed
By Sagista
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She explained it carefully to me several times. She wanted me to be
fully aware of what it was I was getting into. I suppose any other
man, especially a twenty-eight year old woodsman like myself, would
have laughed at the young girl's proposition, if he would have bothered
listening to any of it at all. Yet I suppose something about the girl
made me feel sorry for her, and so I listened and was intent on humoring
her little proposal, knowing full and well that it was sheer and utter
nonsense.
What it was, she wanted me to do, was pure folly to consider with any
seriousness in the least, let alone comprehend how such a thing could
even be possible. If it were possible, I should think any man in his
right mind would have the poor child taken right away to the village
council and put on trial for practicing witchcraft, but as it was I was
in good spirits today, it being my twenty-eighth birthday and my wood
chopping complete three hours sooner than usual.
Her claimed age was deceiving, for at one moment as the light beamed
brightly through the forest and landed delicately upon her slender
form, she appeared at least sixteen years of age, maybe older, but in
the next moment as she stepped closer to me and became enveloped in
a pool of shade, she appeared to me as a girl ten years younger, that
is, a girl of age six. I thought at once it must be my eyes playing
tricks on me. After all, I had been working hard all day. Perhaps the
sun was getting to me. Yet there she was, a girl aged six years,
perhaps, and not a day older.
No matter the age, she still had the same pretty blue eyes and curly
auburn hair. The same lovely pink dress with little white frills, white
stockings, and black buckled flats.
She stepped closer and the sunlight once again enveloped her, and she
stood there at age sixteen once more.
She held out her right hand to me and I saw a shiny brass ring upon her
finger.
"It's your birthday today, isn't it?" she asked.
"Yes."
How she knew this when I hadn't told her was a mystery among the other
mysteries wrapped up in this strange and lovely child.
"Mine too," she said, beaming a smile up at me.
What it was, she wanted me to do, was impossible as anything I could
imagine.
Simply put, she desired to exchange places with me, to take my life, my
body over as her own, and in return allow me to take her life and body
over as my own.
She explained she was under the spell of a magic ring, the same ring she
now displayed there before me as she held out her hand so my eyes could
glimpse it there glinting brightly in the sunlight.
She explained that she was once a great magician named Finnily Smorton
but was tricked into wearing the cursed ring.
"It only works if the two people have the same birthday," she explained.
She further explained that it only works on that same birthday and that
the reason I was now seeing her form change from sixteen to six and back
again is that the ring is trying to entice me into its curse. To lure
me, as it were, and it seemed to me that it was indeed doing just that.
Luring me into going along with the girl's wishes of trading bodies.
All I had to do was remove the ring from her hand and place it upon my
own.
"And why should a man desire such a thing?" I asked, trying best to hold
back my laughter at her proposal. "Why would a man give up his natural
born rights and social status to become a creature such as you? Why
should a man desire to lower himself to mingle as an equal of women and
grovel at the feet of men?"
"I need a male body," she explained. "I have to be a man again in order
to get to my library. There are certain safeguards put in place to
prevent me in my current form from going back and getting revenge on the
wizard who tricked me into this ring's curse. Once the task of revenge
is complete I shall come back to you and remove the curse and restore
you to your proper form."
"And how am I to trust you?" I teased, knowing full well I was going to
go along with her little game anyway because it was, after all, an
impossible thing for a man and a girl to exchange places.
"All I can give you is my word."
"Ah, but what good is that? Promises from a girl. Ha! Am I to also
accept promises from horses and cows now as well?"
"There isn't much time," she said. "You have already seen the ring . . .
There isn't much time . . . I shan't be made to beg, sir, but if you do
not do this thing for me, I fear I shall have to wait another year
longer before I gain another chance such as this."
"Beg."
"It belittles me so . . . but if it will help you decide, then so be
it."
She got down on her hands and knees and pleaded with me now.
I decided I'd had my fun with her, and it was time to humor her little
game and do as she asked, that is to take the ring from her hand and
place it upon my own.
As I touched the ring I felt a cold chill bite into my hand. A stabbing
cold chill of winter rushed up my arm and I stepped quickly away with
a start.
"Please sir," she cried. "There is but ten minutes time from whence you
laid eyes upon it for you to decide. Time is nearly up."
Yet now my tune had indeed changed, for no longer was this just a
child's game she was playing with me, no, this was a vile and deceitful
trap carefully laid out by this little witch!
"It IS magic!" I said and spat at the ground. "Filthy witch! You almost
had me fooled into your devil's trap!"
And just then, time indeed ran out and she returned to her proper form,
which was of course that of an old white haired hag in gray rags.
She rose to her feet and hissed and clawed at the air, as if that were
enough to scare a grown man such as myself.
"The curse is true, and a curse on you," she chanted, tossing some foul
smelling orange dust in my face.
She blinded me temporarily with her trickery, blinded me just long
enough to make her escape, and a good thing for her too, because I would
have strapped her to a tree and burned the old hag right on the spot.
She was gone, but at my feet among the orange dust she tossed at me I
saw a slender little ring.
A silver ring.
A woman's ring.
I seriously doubted if such a ring really had a curse upon it, but even
so I knew well enough not to place it upon my own hand as one could
never be sure when dealing with witch's artifacts. It would still
probably fetch me a well sized bag of copper if I sold the ring, so I
decided to pick it up and place it in my pocket for safekeeping.
___-----___
That evening in the tavern a balding old man with a long, pointy white
beard came over and sat down at my table. He wore silky purple robes
with strange symbols spotted about in strange patterns.
He stroked his beard and said,"I happen to know you came into the
possession of a certain ring today."
"What of it?" I asked. "And how do you even know such a thing?"
He tapped the side of his temple with his pointer finger.
"Oh, I know a great deal about a great many things, my young fellow, but
let us skip all that and get down to business. I want the ring . . . and
I will gladly pay you twenty-five golds for it."
Twenty five! That was indeed more than I expected for such a piece of
jewelry as a simple silver woman's ring.
If he was willing to pay that much, perhaps he'd pay me double that, or
triple, or-
"Twenty-five is all you'll get," he interrupted me from my thoughts.
"Oh yeah? And what makes you so sure I can't get more from somewhere
else?"
"Because," he said. "To anyone else it's hardly worth the silver its
made from, but to me it holds sentimental value and would go well with
other examples in my collection."
"If it's worth so much, offer me double then."
"Bah! It's got a curse on it, woodsman. You're lucky I offer you
anything at all to take it off your hands. Any man of knowledge about
what that ring can do would gladly come to me and pay me double for what
I offer you now. Why should I be so generous? If you want your curse,
have it then, but remember this: you had your chance."
He got up to leave but I held my hand out to his arm to stop him.
He sat back down and smiled.
"Changed your mind, then, did you?" he asked stroking his beard.
"Close," I said and he frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"I want more answers first," I replied and took a swig of my ale.
"Like?"
"Like what is this curse exactly, and how do you know so much about
a witch's ring unless you're a warlock?"
He laughed at that and shook his head and stood up to leave once more.
"Hold on," I said.
"Hold on? And allow myself to be insulted by someone who clearly cannot
distinguish between a warlock and a wizard?" he asked. "No, no, no, my
young man, you are mistaken if you think I shall stand for such things.
I can get my ring elsewhere I suppose . . . Oh, what a pity it shall be,
though, for me to have to search for another like it for my collection.
I doubt if I should ever find another one just like it the rest of my
life."
This time he did leave, and leave for good, for by the time I got
outside the tavern to try and stop him, he had completely vanished.
___-----___
I went home to my cabin, which I shared with my friend, brother, and
fellow woodsman and hunter, Arn.
"Evening Mick," my brother greeted me with a wave as he sat at one end
of the table eating his supper, which was a big plateful of stew,
vegetables, bread and some wine on the side to wash it down with.
I sat down opposite him and helped myself to a plateful of stew.
"Evening," I said, eating my meal with one hand while turning the ring
over in my vest pocket with the other.
I was indeed curious now about this curse and what would happen should
someone slip the ring on their finger this night, that is the eve of my
birthday, and also the birthday of my twin brother, Arn. For I wondered
if the curse worked this day and this day alone, if it might also work
on my brother as equally as it would on myself.
The thought seemed evil at first. What a terrible thing for one brother
to do to the other, but would it be so terrible a thing after all? I
would be free from all the time being mistaken for my brother, and he,
too, for myself.
We were both tall, at least six feet in height, and both built strong
and muscular from our trade, that is of woodcutting. We each had dark
brown eyes and short black hair. Each equally handsome I suppose in his
own right, yet also equally unable to marry a woman as women didn't
trust us, identical twin brothers, in being faithful and honest. After
all, word did get around after I got caught walking down the isle with
my brother's bride and ruined both his and my own reputation from that
time onward. Since then no woman has trusted us, but with Arn out of the
way . . . but not entirely out of the way . . . I might be free from
that distrust that women hold against me. I might be able to go on
living in my brother's place, and be the good brother for a change, and
get a chance at marriage once more.
"How's things?" he asked.
"Couldn't be better," I said cracking a smile.
___-----___
It was late, and Arn already was fast asleep in his bed on the other
side of the cabin.
I snuck over and slipped the ring on the index finger of his right hand.
I waited and waited but nothing happened. If anything my brother only
snored louder now that I'd shifted his body a bit in order to get the
ring on his hand.
Why didn't it work?
It was a hoax, that's why. It wasn't cursed after all.
I took the ring back off his finger.
"One o'clock and all is well!" a minuteman announced outside from down
the street. "One o'clock and all is well!"
"Huh?" my brother said opening his eyes and seeing me standing there
before him. "What's going on?"
"Um . . . Like it?" I asked embarrassed, waving the ring about quickly
so he couldn't tell it was a woman's ring. I quickly put it on my finger
and held my hand out and waved it about.
"Wha?" he said and yawned, blinking his eyes. "Oh, neat, but now's not
the best time for that, Mick. Show me in the morning when I'm not so
tired, okay?"
"Okay, good-night then. Sorry."
"Good-night."
I walked over to my bed and stood there for a moment trying to remove
the ring, but it wouldn't budge.
My heart stopped for a moment and I suddenly felt really, really sick.
The curse may be real after all!
I yanked and twisted the ring but it was no use. The ring was stuck
firmly upon my finger and it wouldn't budge.
Resigned to my fate, whatever it might be, and whatever the curse might
bring it, I climbed in bed and decided to try and get some sleep and
worry about the ring in the morning.
___-----___
I woke up late that morning and gazed across the room, noticing my
brother had already gotten up and went out probably hours ago.
I sat up, tossing the covers to one side and stepped out of bed . . .
. . . and fell straight to the floor, landing on my hands and knees!
Something terrible was wrong here. I felt as though I'd stepped right
off a ledge and into a ravine.
It startled me so bad I didn't at first notice the soft cries coming
from a child somewhere off in a corner of the room someplace.
I didn't notice it at first, but then as I caught my breath the cries
stopped, and the distinct and sudden absence of the sound of that voice
set me into a panic, and then the cries started again.
"Who is that?" I asked, but nobody answered.
Still on my hands and knees I turned my head about to see if I could
locate where the cries were coming from.
There she was, across the room, staring back at me in puzzled tears.
Then it was all of a sudden that I remembered who she was. She was the
same little girl I'd seen just yesterday afternoon in the forest. The
same one with those same pretty blue eyes and that same familiar curly
auburn hair. She was still wearing that same pink dress with little
white frills, and she had on the same white stockings and black buckled
flats.
What struck me as exceptionally strange about her now was she, too, was
on her hands and knees just as I was.
"Who are you?" I asked, hoping against all hope she wasn't the witch.
She ignored my question. Instead she mocked me by mimicking my words.
"Leave me alone, witch!" I cried, but she quickly copied my exact words
in unison with mine.
Now here is something strange. When two people talk to one another,
isn't it normal for there to be two distinct voices exchanging
conversation?
"I don't believe in your curses, witch!"
No, there was only one voice here . . .
The girl's voice, and not my own. Somehow through trickery this witch
had stolen my voice and was now mocking my every attempt at speech!
I stared at her and she stared back. I turned my head one way and
another and she copied my every move. It was out of frustration with her
that I finally brought up my hand to my chin to think out what to do
next, and with that action I suddenly realized my chin was far too soft,
whisker free, and delicately rounded to be my own. It was then that I
realized the girl mocking me was in actuality my own reflection in the
cabin mirror!
My own NEW reflection!
In a panic, I let out a scream.
"You up and awake yet, Mick?" my brother asked from outside.
Overcome with fear that my brother might discover me this way, I
hurriedly crawled under my bed and huddled there in the shadows.
I heard footsteps approach the door from outside.
The door opened.
"Mick? You okay? I thought I heard yelling . . ."
I cringed as my brother started searching about the room.
In a panic now I tugged at the ring, hoping its removal would change me
back to normal, but the ring wouldn't budge.
I was stuck!
"Well, lookie what we have here!" my brother said peering under my bed
and spotting me in my hiding spot. "And what is your name, little one,
and what are you doing in someone else's house?"
He grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out from under the bed. As he
did so he spotted the silver ring upon my finger.
"Say, that looks familiar. Where did you get it?" he asked. Before I
could answer though he easily slipped the ring off my finger so he could
have a closer look. "My, my, my. Thieves are getting younger and younger
these days, aren't they? Do you know this is my brother's ring? He
showed it to me only last night. I'm sure this is the one, though it's a
bit small. Maybe I'm wrong. It is a bit small, but it is of too high a
value for a child such as you to carry about. I'm sure it's my brother's
ring. I'm sure of it. I'll have to ask him. No, that's no good either.
I know what I'll do. I'll accept it as payment for the troubles he's put
me through."
I was speechless. How was I going to change back now without the ring?
"Where are your parents? Where do you live?" my brother asked, but I was
too overcome with shock and fear to answer.
What was I going to do? I'd become a little girl! How was I going to
explain this to my brother, and even if I did, how was I going to make him
believe I was his brother, Mick, transformed into a little girl?
"Well, if you won't talk, I suppose I'll have to take you to the town
council and see what they can do to help you get back with your parents.
Come on," he said grabbing me by the hand and leading me outside.
Just outside stood the witch.
My brother didn't notice her standing there. It was as if she were only
visible to me.
She only mouthed the words silently this time. "The curse is true, and a
curse on you."
My brother led me past her and up the cobblestone road.
A little cart passed us by. In it, a coffin.
"Terrible news about the minuteman," my brother said. "They found him
dead this morning, his timepiece stuck at midnight."
The witch came into view as the cart passed by. Somehow she had made
her way ahead of us.
"One o'clock and all is well," she mouthed silently with a wicked grin.
It was her last night. It was the witch! She had fooled me into thinking
it was safe to don the ring. If I hadn't thought it was after midnight I
would never have put it on my finger in such haste last night when my
brother awoke.
My brother led me up the road and we passed by the old man I'd seen in
the tavern last night.
He stroked his beard, looked right at my brother and began his
proposition.
"I happen to know you came into the possession of a certain ring
today..."
THE END
Lynne
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