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ENOCH THE HONOURARY TROLL
(C) 1995, 2002, 2006
Enoch was walking through the market one day when he spotted a man selling
fruit in the market stalls. He walked up to the man and was about to hand
him a few stolen coins when a boy threw him a bag of money as he ran by!
"Here - catch!" the boy shouted. "I'm being chased by guards!"
"Stop, thief!" cried a big man with a knife.
Enoch ran - he ran for his life. He ran out of the city into the country,
where he thought he'd be safe. As soon as it was nightfall, he stopped
running and headed for a cave in the mountains, where he could spend the
night. When he entered the cave, he found himself in a room with a table
made out of black marble. On the table were two candlesticks made out of
the blackest iron, in which red candles shone brightly. When he sat down at
the table, a huge troll appeared. He was big and black, and his skin was
thick and warty; his beard was as white as snow and his eyes were as black
as ice; he wore nothing but a brown loincloth made of animal hide and boots
made out of otter fur. The troll smiled at Enoch, opened his mouth, and
spoke:
"I am Iceheart, the Warrior Troll. Who might ye be?"
"I am Enoch," Enoch said, "warrior and thief."
"From the city, eh? Then you have come a weary way."
"I have indeed, Iceheart, for I've been walking since dawn!"
"Would ye like to have supper with me?" asked Iceheart.
"Certainly, sir! I'm very hungry, and I need my sleep."
Delighted, Iceheart laughed and clapped his hands. A meal fit for a king
appeared on the table; Enoch ate and ate until he'd had his fill, and so
did old Iceheart himself. After the meal, Enoch clapped his hands and
snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. Seeing this, Iceheart threw back
his head and let out a whoop.
"Too bad! Sorry, Enoch, but it only opens the portal for me, the Prisoner
of the Mountain. Ye're safe from its effect - and by dining here, ye've
broken the spell that's kept me trapped up here inside the mountain. Now I
can pass on me hammer to you - and my centuries of experience I give over
to ye gladly, with me kiss!"
With that, Iceheart gave him the hammer that was slung across his back like
a piece of driftwood, which Enoch took gladly, and then kissed him on the
forehead.
"Enoch," he said, "ye're now an Honourary Troll - and no other troll can
ever hurt ye again. Farewell!"
Enoch spent the night in the cave, then walked out in the morning - only to
find that a huntsman was after him! She sicced her dogs on the fugitive
boy, and he ran for his life. Soon he came to a deserted cottage in the
wilderness.
"Let's see, now!" Enoch thought, moving even as he spoke to himself.
"First, I'll jump on this barrel - there! - then, I'll jump to this edge of
the roof, climb up to the top, and walk across like a tightrope walker -
there, I made it! Now I'll slide down the roof and land on the barrel on
the other side - I've done it! Now I'm - I'm -"
He looked at the hunting dogs grouped about the barrel and sighed, his
shoulders going limp and his hammer falling.
"I'm a dead duck!"
Enoch quickly grabbed his hammer and hoisted it to his shoulders.
"But I warn you, I'm not giving up without a fight!" he cried.
As he leaped forward and swung his hammer, he shouted:
"My first blow will be for my mother, who I'll never see again; my second
blow will be for my father, who's now dead; my third blow will be for my
big sister, who's dead as well, and my fourth and final blow will be for
Iceheart the Warrior Troll, who was the Prisoner of the Mountain!"
Enoch struck down several of the dogs before the Huntsman sneaked up behind
him and clobbered him from behind. She tied him up and took him directly
back to town, where they locked him in the dungeon under the courthouse.
There, they thought, Enoch could harm no one, and no harm could come to
him. But Enoch built himself a forge out of an old bathtub and some odds
and ends he found in the dungeon, which he used to make himself some tools.
With these tools, he began to make the golem he'd use to escape from this
horrible dungeon.
"It's trollish magic," he said, "there's no other way I could've done it.
Shoosh, it's good to be an Honourary Troll!"
Pretty soon she was finished: a six-foot-tall woman made out of burnished
steel. Garbed as a warrior, she was most impressive, but Enoch intended to
do something far more impressive still. He stood behind the woman and
carved the word EMETH - Trollish for "life" - into her forehead and then
whispered the word "Emeth" into her ear. She was immediately brought to
life as a living woman and bashed through the courthouse wall, allowing
Enoch to escape. Whooping and hollering with glee, he ran out of the
dungeon and into the night, having set his sight on the tower of the fairy
Clarissa, the Keeper of the Essence, a powerful magical artifact
Later that night, Enoch went up to Clarissa's tower - which was made of
blocks of the very whitest quartz - and scaled up the side by placing his
fingers and toes in the gaps between the blocks and pulling himself up the
wall with his trollish strength. He got to the tower window and climbed
into the room beyond, where he found Clarissa asleep in a bed made of the
finest black ebony and topped with a mattress of the finest silk. Her
sheets were made of the finest linen and sparkled in the pale moonlight.
Clarissa herself was most beautiful, pale and with long black hair spilling
down to her shoulders, lying on a big pillow stuffed with the finest
eiderdown. Her treasure, the Essence, was contained in a bottle on a locket
hanging from her pale white throat, which Enoch now ripped from her body.
He went back down the same way he'd climbed up, and rushed off into the
snow before the fairy woke and found her bauble missing. He knew where to
take the Essence - to old Apostrophe, the fence in the Bowery. When he got
to the Bowery and knocked on Apostrophe's door, the old man let him in
willingly. He asked the young blacksmith:
"What have ye for me this time?"
"I have a potion," said Enoch, "stolen recently from a sorceress!"
"Have ye, now?" cried the old man. "Well, sit ye down and have a little bit
of breakfast with me, will ye?"
"Of course, sir!" said Enoch. "I'd be honoured!"
With that, they settled down to a hearty breakfast of porridge and gruel;
as they were eating their meal, an old woman came into their house. She
held out her bowl and said:
"Might an old lady beg a bit of breakfast from you two?"
"Why beg for breakfast when ye can sit at a table?" asked Apostrophe. "Come
in and join us! I made enough porridge to feed the three of us and more!"
"Thank you kindly, sir!" she said, seating herself at the table.
As they ate, the old woman asked:
"And now, young man, tell me - what's your name?"
"I'm Enoch, the Honourary Troll!" Enoch said.
"And you, old man?" she asked, turning to Apostrophe.
"I'm Apostrophe, Fence of all the Bowery!" Apostrophe cried.
"Ah, then you are the ones whom I seek!" the old woman cried, grabbing
their wrists in a grip of iron.
All of a sudden, they found themselves back at the tower, in the room where
Enoch had stolen the Essence only hours before.
"Yes - I am Clarissa Lactantia, Guardian of the Essence!" the old woman
cried, dismissing the illusion and revealing her true form. "I was able to
follow you in the crystal and watch where you went with my precious
Essence. You stole the Essence, young Enoch, now it is you who must give
the Essence back to me!"
Unable to speak, Enoch stood froze with fear. Seeing the vial of Essence in
the pouch on his belt, Clarissa took it and grabbed him by the throat,
forcing his mouth open.
"Now you shall feel the true power of the Essence!" she cried.
With that, she opened the bottle and poured the Essence down his throat!
Sick with horror, Enoch fainted; then she laid him on her own bed and drew
the curtains, which were made of the finest white gold, with a single sweep
of her hand. Then she pulled out a phial of pixie dust and sprinkled Enoch
liberally with the stuff. Pulling a bottle from her girdle, she threw it at
him so hard that it shattered on impact. There was a bright flash of light,
so bright that it even the mighty Clarissa had to hold her eyes, and when
she could see again, the bright smell of a red rose in spring wafted
through the air.
Clarissa swept aside the curtains with her hand, reached into the bed, and
pulled out a young girl fairer than the morning star. She had long golden
hair that fell down her back, encompassed only by a circlet that circled
her brow. She was slim, and her white skin was paler than the dawn. A
dazzling white dress flowed over her body and a pair of dainty slippers
shod her feet. Meanwhile, new Essence had appeared in the vial, to which
Clarissa screwed the lid. The girl looked at Clarissa, who looked proudly
back at the girl herself, with a radiant smile on her face.
"Why, m'lady?" asked the girl, showing her her dress.
"To rehabilitate you," said Clarissa, "to make sure you never steal my
Essence or anything else ever again!"
"I'm glad I'm not a troll anymore!" she cried. "Now I can run and laugh and
play and joke. Oh, it feels so good not to be a troll anymore! I'm in the
hands of the power of Light!"
Then she looked at Apostrophe, lying there on the floor.
"But what of Aposrophe?" she asked. "What of my fence!"
"First I will have to revive him, for he has fainted dead away," said
Clarissa, "and then I will make him my Chamberlain. But what of you, girl?
Have you no parents to go home to?"
"My parents are dead, m'lady - hanged in Brucor, the town of my birth, as
was my big sister - the only person I ever truly loved. That was why I
turned to crime - to get revenge on Brucor for taking the people I loved
away from me. In fact, even now a troop from Brucor is coming this way.
They mean to get me for a crime I didn't commit - I caught some coins
thrown my way by another thief!"
"Then you must live here," Clarissa said, "and it is I who will take care
of you. You will be safe here from now on."
And such she proved to be. Enoch - now renamed Enowyn, which was the fairy
word for "beautiful" - would do minor chores for Clarissa, such as sweeping
the floors or dusting the mirrors and the books in the library. One day, as
she was dusting Clarissa's crystal ball, her creation's face appeared in
the smooth, shiny glass as Enowyn gasped in horror.
"Master, master, I have come for you!" she cried evilly.
Now, having been a troll, Enowyn could command golems.
"Go away, my creation!" she cried. "I'm not evil anyomore. I've been
transformed by the power of the Essence, and am now on the side of Light
and Life!"
"You abandoned me!" cried the woman. "Threw me to the wolves like a useless
piece of scrap metal once you'd done with me! I'm under your command no
longer and serve only Ket, the Huntress of Brucor!"
"The woman who captured me!" Enowyn cried.
"That's right - and now she's sent me here with a legion of her troops to
bring you back to stand trial for your crimes!"
"A legion of her troops!" cried Enowyn. "What about me?"
"You?" she cried. "I spit on you, Master - our life together is finished!
Now I've come back to take revenge on you!"
"Then come and try it, Pawn of Darkness!" Enowyn cried.
With that, the golem broke off all contact with her master. Enowyn rushed
to the top level of the tower, where she found Apostrophe standing guard
over Clarissa's empty bed.
"What is it, child?" asked the old man, resplendant in a uniform studded
with gold, with jewels for buttons.
"My golem!" Enowyn cried. "She's come back for revenge! She's leading the
Brucor troop who's hunting for me! Can't Clarissa set a trap for the
soldiers, to lure them away?"
"Clarissa's away at a fairy conference and won't be back from the Chew, the
place where fairies hold their meetings, for quite some time yet!" said
Apostrophe.
"Then we must defend the tower ourselves!" said Enowyn. "Come with me to
the tower ramparts, and we'll see what we can see!"
She led Apostrophe to the tower ramparts, and they looked down at the
ground below from atop the tower. There they saw the army in the distance,
coming toward them at full speed on horses. As they got closer, Enowyn
could see a red-haired silver-armoured warrior woman in the lead - the very
Golem Enowyn had created as Enoch!
"Don't ye have any magic you could use against them?" Apostrophe asked.
"No, I don't!" Enowyn said. "I know only the trollish magic taught to me by
Icheart the Warrior Troll, the Prisoner Under the Mountain ... and to use
that magic would lead to such drastic consequences that -"
"Why not use such magic? C'mon, give it a try - after all, if ye dan't,
we're as good as dead!"
"I've been there before, old man - don't worry!" she said. "All right, I'll
try and use such magic - but you're the one responsible for this, not me!"
Grabbing a seed pod from one of Clarissa's plants, Enowyn lifted her arms
to the approaching troop and cried:
"Snroht, tsiwt dna praw dnuora eht poort!"
Then she threw the seed pod over the edge of the tower. As they watched,
the pod grew into a mass of twisting thorns that enveloped the whole troop.
But the woman easily cut through the thorns that enveloped her, and pressed
on to her target - the tower itself. Not to be outdone, Enowyn grabbed a
torch and swung it at the troop.
"Erif, nrub dna redlacs eht ginkatta poort!" she shouted.
Nothing happened. Apostrophe said:
"Maybe ye should tell the fire to do the opposite thing!"
"And let the party in?" asked Enowyn. "You must be barmy!"
"The spell wan't work for you in it's original form."
She sighed and her shoulders drooped.
"Okay, old man," she said, "but you'll pay dearly for this!"
She raised the torch over her head and cried:
"Erif, thgil eht yaw rof eht gnihcoarppra poort!"
Immediately, the torch burst into a brilliant flame, so brilliant that it
led the other woman straight into the tower. Enowyn hung the torch on the
wall and told Apostrophe:
"Now I'll have to go down and meet our guest on the stairs!"
With that, Enowyn ran downstairs to the tower entrance, where she drew her
long wand and prepared to meet her guest. She just stood there and watched
as the woman burst through the heavy wooden doors, dismounted, and made her
way up the tower stairs.
"Give up," the golem cried, "and perhaps I'll let you live!"
"Never!" she cried. "I'll never give up! I fight on the side of Light now -
and I'll die before I let you capture me!"
"Then die, master, die!"
With these words, the golem ran up the stairs, and Enowyn took a deep
breath and uttered one trollish word:
"METH!"
The word echoed through the dusty tower walls, and the woman reverted back
to her original lifeless steel and tumbled donstairs to the ground floor,
where she shattered into pieces - for "meth" was the trollish word for
death. Enowyn watched as the golem's second-in-command rushed into the
tower.
"Are ye okay, girl?" he asked. "Did she get you?"
"No, she didn't get me, thank goodness!" Enowyn cried. "I killed her first,
the way I should've done after I broke out of the courthouse dungeon!"
"That doesn't matter now," the soldier said, "but what does matter is, I
think ye've redeemed yourself by shutting down the woman of steel, and that
a child like ye doesn't deserve ta have a whole troop of soldiers thrown at
ye. I'm going to lead my troop all the way back to Brucor!"
With that, he saluted, went back downstairs, and disappeared. A few minutes
later, she heard the sound of the soldiers retreating, and the sound
receded into the background until everything was quiet once more. When
Clarissa came home and Enowyn told her the tale, Clarissa was amazed - and
very proud of her charge!
"You did well!" she said. "Enowyn, you won your spurs!"
"I was the one who created that golem," Enowyn said, "so it was I who had
to unmake that ghastly mistake!"
A few nights later, Clarissa held a party to celebrate her unexpected good
fortune. Apostrophe was there, as were the members of the troop from
Brucor.
"I named you well, Enowyn!" she said. "The original Enowyn was a warrior
who gave up her sword to marry a lord! You've proven worthy of that name by
steering clear of violence and thinking with your head and not your fists!"
"Thank you, Clarissa!" said Enowyn.
"That's right, girlie!" said Apostrophe. "And I helped ye!"
"Oh, pooh!" Enowyn said. "You were of no help at all in the final
resolution of the matter. You just stood there and watched while I took on
my creation all by myself!"
"Well, you did well anyway, my fine little fairy!" said Clarissa.
"What did you call me?" asked Enowyn.
"'My fine little fairy,'" she said, "for that is what you are!"
"You mean, I'm a - I'm a -"
"Yes, darling. You're a - you're a - you're a fairy - and a very powerful
one, from what the soldiers have told me!"
"Thank you, Clarissa, for everything!" cried Enowyn.
"And thank you, Enowyn, for saving my tower! I may not have much, but my
tower is very precious to me!"
"And I still have the knowledge transferred to me from Iceheart the Warrior
Troll - so whatever you may have in store for me, there's still a lot of
troll in this fairy!"
"And I wouldn't have it any other way!" said Clarissa.
At this, a little mouse cried:
"Tit, tit, tit - ma compte et fini!"
THE END
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