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THE RETURN OF DON JUAN
© 2004, 2008 by Anthony Durrant
There I was, trapped in a cell five feet long by five feet wide, my body
thin and my arms and legs chained to the wall. All of a sudden the cell
door opened, and the Marquis of Carabas entered the room. He unlocked my
chains, and then the guards dragged me out of the cell and took me to a
room where there was a small table.
"Put him on the table!" snarled the Marquis.
They laid me on the table and bound me to its top with good strong
chains, then the Marquis pulled out a scroll and approached me.
"To what do I owe this honour, my Lord?" I asked, then coughed and spit
up phlegm.
"The princess of Sylduria has refused to wed the prince of Morovia!" he
told me. "So her father, the King, has agreed to led me cast the body
swap spell."
"But why use me?" I asked. "Why not just put the Princess into another
girl's body?"
"Because I want to inflict more pain on you - that's why!"
He then put his fingers over my eyes and closed them, then sprinkled my
body with pixie dust and poured a weird potion down my throat. Then he
unrolled the scroll and read:
"O Somnia, sweet Lady Sleep,
Use your power broad and deep.
Make this prisoner fall asleep,
Make his slumber very deep.
Take his soul into your care,
Take it through the midnight air,
Then switch it with the soul
Of the Princess sleeping there!"
As he finished his chant, I could hear the scroll flash into flame,
marking the end of the spell - and the beginning of a new life. A
feeling of total peace and happiness came over me as I gave into the
darkness and went to sleep. I dreamed I was being pulled along through a
long and winding corridor towards a golden light at the end. Once at the
end of the corridor I was bathed in the golden light and felt happier
than I had ever felt before. Then the light became blinding and I had to
close my eyes. I gave a horrendous gasp and woke up in my new body, in a
bed with sheets of the finest linen and a comforter full of goose down.
I pushed myself up on the heels of my hands and watched as the curtains
parted to reveal Belinda, the Princess's pretty maid, who looked in on
me.
"It's time for your wedding, your Highness!" she told me.
I got out of bed and walked over to the mirror, into which I looked as
Belinda helped me get my long black hair up in a bun, then helped me get
into several layers of clothes and a nice pair of jeweled white slippers.
Thusly clad I was taken downstairs to the main entry hall of the Royal
palace.
"Your Majesty, did you hear?" the Marquis asked as he came downstairs
after me. "The prisoner in the tower died late last night, babbling
something about being the Princess Artemisia - which of course is silly,
since you're the Princess Artemisia!"
As he took my elbow to lead me outside, the Marquis whispered in my ear,
"Play your part well, or else you will die!"
I nodded. He led me down the steps of the front porch and into a
magnificent carriage. I got into the carriage and the Marquis followed
suit. The coachman cracked the whip, and soon we were on the road
towards Morovia.
"I am willing to go along with the King's plan to prevent the possibility
of another Great War by marrying you to the Crown Prince of Morovia. So
I have been helping him by allowing him to plan the ceremony himself and
then actually carrying it out!" said the Marquis gently. "Once you are
married to the Crown Prince, I want you to sign any document that comes
your way from me and to give it the Royal Seal."
"What will these documents contain?" I asked the Marquis.
"Nothing you need worry your pretty head about!" he told me.
"Will she obey?" Belinda asked, and the Marquis replied, "She'll be
obedient. We've got a weak slave in the Royal household, and I intend to
exploit that advantage to the fullest. I assure you she won't turn on
us."
Soon we came to the border between Sylduria and Morovia. Two guards were
at the border, and they helped Belinda and I get out of the carriage,
then ushered us into a small tent they'd set up, and Belinda helped me
get out of my outer dresses. Once I'd stripped down to my nightie, they
took away my Syldurian clothing and handed me some Morovian clothing
instead. Belinda helped me slip into the Morovian clothing and sewed up
the slit at the back of the outermost dress.
"Now," said the Marquis, "on to Morovia!"
"Yes," said Belinda, "on to Morovia!"
I said nothing - I merely groaned and put my head into my hands. The
guards took me to another carriage at the border and had me step inside.
Once we arrived at the palace, the guards escorted me up to the door,
which was then opened by another set of guards who bowed and ushered us
into the palace.
"This way! This way!" cried the royal page who met us in the grand
hallway.
We followed him down the hall to the royal chapel at the back of the
palace. There I found the King of Morovia waiting for me at the altar,
along with his son, the Crown Prince. This individual was a short
slender man with a short powdered wig and a bright red uniform, who bowed
to me and said, "I know your Highness was expecting to marry my brother
Louis, but I'm afraid he died of the smallpox, so you're stuck with me
instead. My father insisted that I take his place in the wedding
ceremony in order to permanently seal the peace between our two lands."
"So you've come at last, hm, hm?" asked the King as he kissed my hand.
"Yes," I said, "and the peace will be sealed when I marry your son."
At that moment the Archbishop came into the room in his full robe and
miter. He opened the Bible he was carrying and said, "We are gathered
here today to celebrate the joining of Crown Prince Guillame of Morovia
and Princess Artemisia of Sylduria in holy matrimony. Your Majesty, do
you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do!" said Guillame.
Then the Archbishop asked me, "Do you take this man, Crown Prince
Guillame of Morovia, to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
I looked at the Marquis, then turned to the Archbishop and said, "I do."
"You may now present the ring!" the Archbishop told Guillame.
Guillame put a golden ring with an emerald and ruby set in the centre on
my finger. Then he put a jeweled tiara on my head, over my hair bow.
"I now pronounce you man and wife!" stated the Archbishop.
Guillame took my hands, drew me to his breast, and kissed me
passionately. After the ceremony we each signed the wedding record,
which was also the treaty that sealed the peace between the two
countries. I handed the Royal quill to the Marquis de Carabas, and he
signed the document as the official witness of record.
After brunch my husband took me on a tour of Morovia, and everyone who
saw us welcomed us and let us pass through to our next destination. It
was while we were on the road to the town of Badenov that disaster
struck. Our carriage was intercepted by two horsemen who came out of
nowhere and thrust pistols through the windows.
"Awright, lady," one of them said, "your money or your life!"
At that moment a shot rang out and the man who'd just spoken fell off his
horse dead. The other horse panicked, knocking its rider off and running
into the woods, as did the horse that was formerly ridden by the dead
man, at which point his assailant rode up to the carriage and bowed to us
from the back of his own horse.
"Your Highnesses," he said, "my name is Don Juan de Pareja, and I wish to
escort you the rest of the way on the road and back to the palace."
"Well, thank you, Don Juan!" I said, hardly believing my good luck.
"You're very welcome, your Royal Highness!" he replied.
As we rode through the town of Badenov, we traveled across a wooden
bridge that spanned a river. As we crossed the bridge the clouds in the
sky turned a rather garish red, and the land screamed loudly as an
elderly, thin, bald-headed man on the bridge walking toward us held his
hands to his ears. Once we had recovered from the scream, we continued
to the other towns on our parade route.
A few days later we arrived back at the palace amid much celebration.
The servants had cooked the wedding feast and we all assembled in the
dining room, where the feast was set out for us. After dinner we retired
to bed promptly, but the next morning, we were rudely awakened by the
Archbishop, who was shouting, "Your Majesties, the King is dead!"
"My God!" Guillame cried. "How did it happen, Uncle Steven?"
"He was over eighty years old, your Majesty, and he had a bad stroke last
night, and there was nothing his doctor could do!" the Archbishop said.
"Uncle," Guillame whispered, "I'm so, so sorry!"
* * *
The King's body was laid to rest a few days later in the Coronation hall,
where everybody could see it and pay their last respects to the fallen
ruler. I was led up the steps to the Twin Thrones of Morovia by my
husband, with Don Juan at my side. We sat down on the Twin Thrones and
the Robes of Kingship were put on our shoulders. The Archbishop brought
the King's crown and put it on Guillame's head. Then he took the Queen's
crown and put it on mine.
Looking straight at us, the Archbishop asked, "Do you solemnly swear to
use the power vested in you as monarch to the best of your ability and to
rule wisely and well?"
"I do, Uncle!" Guillame said.
"And do you, Madame, solemnly swear to use the power vested in you to the
best of your ability and to rule wisely and well?"
"I do!" I said, tears streaming down my face.
"Then I now pronounce you King Louis VIII and Queen Berengaria! Page,
write their names on the Roll of Monarchs!"
The Archbishop tossed a rosemary bloom on to King Louis's coffin and
said, "Now, my brother, we lay you to rest - your Earthly work is done.
A new King and a new queen have taken over your throne and will rule
together for many, many years. Your son and daughter-in-law will
complete the great work you have started."
The coffin was lowered into the grave where the old king would rest
beside his parents, his son, and his beloved wife Eleanor.
* * *
After the coronation and funeral Guillame - now Louis - and I went to the
Academy to see the students fence with sabers. They put on a good show,
as everyone had been trained to perfection by Don Juan himself and showed
off dazzling skill with the blade.
Everyone, that is, except one young man who slashed his opponent's
shoulder with the blade of his weapon and tore the cloth.
"You animal!" I cried.
"That from the Queen!" the young man said.
"So you think you know how to fence, do you?" I cried. "Here, let me
show you how to fight like a real man!"
I yanked my husband's saber from his sheath and leaped over the wall
separating the audience from the training grounds.
"En garde, sir!" I shouted.
We fought back and forth across the arena, our blades flashing and
sparking in the sunlight. Finally he leaned forward - the same
aggressive maneuver he had used on the other boy. But I leaped high in
the air and, as I came down, I thrust my blade forward, catching his
saber by the hilt and rolling it out of his hand.
"I fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee!" I said. "Touch?!"
Heading back over to the audience area, I once again leaped over the
wall, gave my husband his saber back, and sat down in my seat. Even Don
Juan was amazed at my display of skill.
"Defeated by a lady!" he cried.
Once we were back at the palace, my husband asked me, "Wherever did you
learn to fence?"
"My father taught me!" I told him.
"The King of Sylduria would never teach his daughter to use the blade!"
Louis told me. "It's against his code of honour."
"Nevertheless, what I have told you just now is true!" I replied.
He laughed and said, "We'll soon see about that!"
* * *
I settled into my new role as Queen Berengaria of Morovia, but one day a
letter arrived for me by messenger from the Marquis. I broke the seal
open and read:
"Your Most Royal Majesty:
"I humbly beg permission to send fifty barrels of my finest wine across
your sovereign Nation to a friend in the nation of Hispania.
- yours very truly,
Adrian Millmaster,
Marquis of Carabas."
Knowing this was one of the documents I was to put the seal on, I
hesitated. Whipping out a cloak from the Royal closet, I went down to
the stables where the carriage was kept, jumped into the driver's seat,
cracked the whip, and headed off toward the Academy. As soon as I
arrived, I raced to Don Juan's office. Without telling him about the
body switch, I handed him the letter and told him what the Marquis had
told me in the carriage on my wedding day.
"I'm really worried," I told him, "for if the Marquis is trying to
smuggle something across the border into Morovia, and I give Royal
assent, I could be held responsible."
But Don Juan just laughed.
"Of course your Marquis is trying to smuggle something!" he told me.
"I've been so stupid!" I cried.
"And you would have been more stupid if you had signed and sealed that
document!" said Don Juan. "When you go back to the palace, I want you to
write me if any more of these letters come your way."
"I'll do that!" I said. "Goodbye, Don Juan!"
"Goodbye, your Majesty!" he replied.
* * *
When I returned to the palace I signed and sealed the Marquis's letter
and then sequestered myself in the library, where I could spend more time
reading, one of my favourite occupations.
"I wonder why Don Juan didn't seem to want me to get involved with the
Marquis's smuggling?"
Then it hit me: there was a second man.
"The Marquis must have a partner in his smuggling racket!" I cried.
A page came into the room.
"A messenger, ma'am, from Don Juan!" he said.
"Well, don't just stand there - send him in!" I cried.
He nodded and left the room. A few minutes later the young man I had
beaten at fencing came into the library.
"I bring a gift from Don Juan, your Majesty!" he said, handing me a glass
vial.
"Did he give you any message?" I asked him.
"He said, 'This vial is full of liquid courage. Drink it, and you will
have the courage of a lion. Use it wisely and use it well.'"
"Thank you!" I said. "You may go now."
"As you wish, your Majesty!" he said, bowing himself out as he walked out
of the room.
* * *
The next morning I felt bored - very, very bored. As I went into the
main kitchen for a sumptuous breakfast, I looked round and saw my husband
at the table.
"How are you this morning?" he asked.
"I'm bored right out of my mind!" I told him.
And then I sat down at the breakfast table and began to sob. After
breakfast I put on a cloak and sneaked out of the palace, then headed for
a local tavern in search of adventure.
Once I got to the tavern I spotted a man seated at the table in the
corner, waving a ring around and shouting, "Does anybody want to buy this
ring?"
I saw the ring in his hand and couldn't believe my eyes.
"Where did you get that ring?" I asked him.
"My master, the Marquis of Carabas gave it to me!" the man said. "He
stripped it off the finger of the prisoner of the tower before he bled to
death after we pulled the whammy on him and he started babbling that he
was Princess Artemisia. It was all over very quickly, and my master gave
me this ring as a reward for my silence. Now, who are you and why are
you asking about the ring?"
"I'm Belinda, maid of Queen Berengaria herself!" I snapped. "Now, if you
value your life and your safety, please hand me that ring!"
His fingers clasped over it.
"You'd give it to Errol Flynn!" I shouted, giving the name of Don Juan's
teacher.
Everybody in the tavern stood at attention.
"ER-ROL FLYNN!" they all sang.
On hearing the name of that great swashbuckler, the Marquis's servant
tossed me the ring, which I took and put on my finger. Looking around
the tavern I saw two men seated at the table, one of which was my former
manservant, Alexandre da Grumio. He was drinking ale with a gentleman I
didn't recognize. I seated myself at their table, and turned the purple
cygnet on the ring upside down to reveal a parakeet engraved on the other
side.
When he saw the parakeet, Alexandre looked at me and asked, "That is the
sign of the Purple Parakeet! How did you know to turn the stone around?"
I blurted out the whole story, including the body switch with Princess
Artemisia.
"So it was the Princess Artemisia who died in your stead!" Alexandre
cried. "I'm glad. She came to the Marquis of Carabas's home for dinner,
and I had the pleasure of waiting on her. She was a very vain woman who
thought of nothing but her own beauty, and now Fate has paid her in kind
for all the bad things that she did."
"Who is this man you're drinking with?" I asked him.
"This," said Alexandre, "is my brother, Francois da Grumio."
"Please to meet you, Francois!" I said, shaking his hand firmly as the
Marquis's other servants brought a large number of barrels into the
tavern.
"Why so many barrels?" I wondered aloud.
"And why do they have tubes sticking out of the tops?" Francois asked.
I stood up and went over to one of the barrels. When I lifted off the
top, I saw a man inside the barrel! Knocking it over, I watched as he
fell out, then felt his pulse.
"He's alive," I said, "but just barely. He has passed out from breathing
in his own bad air, because the tubes in the tops of these barrels are
too small."
Just as the barkeeper carried the man away, the royal coach pulled up
right in front of the tavern, and Belinda climbed out.
"Your Majesty," she shouted, "we've been looking all over for you!"
"That's my ride," I told Francois and Alexandre, "so I'll be seeing you
later."
I waved goodbye to them as I climbed into the carriage and shut the door
after me. That was enough adventure for one day - now I was going back
to my boring life again, reigning over Morovia as Queen Berengaria.
* * *
Sometime later I was in my own room relaxing and reading a book when they
came for me. Two guards grabbed me and dragged me off to see the
Archbishop, who was in his room above the chapel. He smiled as the
Marquis of Carabas entered the room! The Marquis and the Archbishop,
working together - now it all made perfect sense! The Archbishop's men
would guard the barrels as they passed through Morovia to Hispania from
Sylduria.
"Your Majesty has made things very hard for the both of us!" said the
Archbishop. "Now that you have found out that we are smuggling criminals
to Hispania, we will have to kill you!"
The Marquis signaled to a guard.
"Take her to the tower!" he shouted.
The guard took me to a tower with a cell intended for high traitors or
prisoners of war, then locked me inside with a special key.
"Do what you like with me," I said, "but my husband will come to hear of
this, and he will order you both banished from this kingdom forever!"
"Then your fate is set," the Marquis said haughtily, "and your words will
be considered to be the words of a traitor - to both kingdoms!"
With that the Marquis and Archbishop left the room together, walking arm
in arm, as if there were something between them. Pulling out the vial I
opened it and drank its contents. A feeling of calmness and strength
swept over me, and I roared and beat my chest several times. Looking
around, and seeing no one outside my cell, I knew it was time for
action, and so I broke down the door with a single kick, grabbed a saber
that was hanging on the wall, and raced down the stairs. As I came to
the foot of the tower stairway, the Marquis of Carabas's servant rushed
up and drew his own saber. I leaped off the last riser of the stairway
and joined him in combat at the foot of the stairs. Back and forth we
went until I got the better of him and ran him through with my saber.
Hearing voices and swords clashing from the east, I went in that
direction and found Don Juan's students dueling the Marquis's guards.
One of the guards attacked me, but I quickly dispatched him, running him
through with my saber in mere seconds.
"The saber is not an ordinary sword, young man!" I snarled at the dead
body. "Neither is it a spear. You should have held it in one hand, not
two!"
"Indeed, your Majesty!" snarled the Marquis. "And I know exactly how to
use it!"
"What do you expect me to do, your Grace?" I snapped back. "Run? No.
Scream? No. For you see, I know now that I'm the only help I'll ever
need!"
He lunged at me, but I blocked him with my own saber. The Marquis and I
fell back across the room to the hallway behind me, and we were so evenly
matched in skill that neither of us could gain any advantage over the
other. Changing tactics the Marquis ran up the main palace stairway, and
I ran up the stairs after him. As I came to the top of the stairway, he
aimed his saber right at me and turned the blade to one side, then drew
his dagger with the other hand. There, in the ornate handle of the
Marquis's saber, was the nose of a pistol!
"Now, your Majesty, prepare to die!" he shouted, grinning evilly at me.
At the same moment I mumbled my mother's ventriloquism spell.
"Look out, Adrian - she's got a saber!" the Archbishop's voice rang out
from behind the Marquis.
The Marquis flinched, and as he did, I ran my own saber into his filthy
heart!
"If you will not fight fair, traitor, than neither shall I!" I shouted at
the corpse. "When you get to Hell, tell the Devil to thank my mother for
the magic lessons!"
When I rushed down the stairs to the first level, Louis ran up to me and
kissed me on the mouth, at the same time giving me a big hug.
"Darling, we are saved!" he cried. "Don Juan and his trainees
overpowered my uncle's men, then removed the men from the barrels and
took their places. When they found out I had been taken prisoner, they
freed me and overcome my uncle's Royal guards. Now they're dueling the
Marquis's bodyguards, who came here with him when he arrived. Isn't that
wonderful, darling?"
"It certainly is!" I said. "But now it seems I have a long overdue
confession to make. I am really Don Miguel Areba de Carumba, a Spanic
noble and Don Juan's greatest admirer!"
"And I can confirm that that is true!" said a small white-haired man who
was being led out of the Royal dungeon. "I am Dr. Sebastien Quod, the
Morovian king's royal physician. When the Archbishop told me what the
Marquis was going to do to you and to the Princess, I objected strongly,
so he had me imprisoned in the dungeon. I objected because I knew your
body, broken and battered by torture, could not stand the strain of
containing the Princess's consciousness - and I was right. In fact it
now appears that you were bleeding internally, so if you had not become
the Princess, you would have died anyway!"
"I don't care who you were before," said Louis, "because to me you'll
always be Queen Berengaria of Morovia!"
"And I have a confession to make, too, your Majesty!" said Don Juan as he
tied the hands of the Archbishop behind his back.
"It seems we owe a lot to you, Don Juan, including myself!" I told him.
"If you had not given me that courage potion, I wouldn't have been able
to break free and kill the Marquis of Carabas!"
"What potion?" asked Don Juan gently.
"Why the one you gave me, of course!" I cried. "The liquid courage."
"That's what I want to confess about, your Majesty!" said Don Juan.
"That wasn't a potion, that was just plain liquor from my home
plantation. You do have courage - I knew that when I first saw you.
What I had to do was make you realize it."
"Why, if there was no potion, that means - that means I did it all by
myself!" I cried.
"Doug Fairbanks could have done no better!" Don Juan said.
Everyone stopped fighting and stood at attention.
"DOUG FAIR-BANKS!" they all shouted, honoring the name of Errol Flynn's
teacher.
Then they resumed fighting again.
"What the heck were you doing in prison in Sylduria?" asked Don Juan.
"I was imprisoned by the King for inciting a rebellion against him under
the alias of the Purple Parakeet!" I told him. "Because I would not give
my real name to the court, the Marquis tortured me, but I told him
nothing, so fearful was I of bringing dishonor to my family name! So he
locked me in the tower forever - or so I thought."
"For us, Don Juan, you have done wonders. Name your reward - I'll give
you anything!"
"Then I will steal a kiss from her Majesty the Queen as a reward!" Don
Juan said.
I gave it gladly and with a good will as Alexandre and Francois came
running up.
"The people need you, your Majesty!" Don Juan told me. "You're the only
one who can keep the peace between Sylduria and Morovia."
"And thanks to you, Don Juan, I'll never be afraid to believe in myself
again!" I replied.
"I think she's got her spunk back!" said Louis as Francois and Alexandre
and I raised our sabers into the air so that the blades touched and
shouted:
"All for one and one for all!"
"And I think from now on, you should let her be herself - her true self,
and no one else!" Don Juan told Louis. "After all it is not healthy to
live a lie!"
THE END
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