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Mirror Mirror
by Arcie Emm
Trudging alongside the wagon, he had been hired to guard, Manny kin
Nichino thought of the last words his father said, before he ventured
out to fulfill this newest contract. "Careful lad, the Land Beyond can
be an unkind place for those of us who are mundane. Always keep one eye
open."
Not that Old Manny had tried to stop his son from crossing the river
into the mist on the other side, to apply for the well paying position
that had appeared on the posting board, at the midpoint of the Bridge of
Happening, overnight. His father recognized that his boy was now a man
grown, a veteran trail guard, with numerous contracts already under his
belt. Still he liked to pass on what little knowledge he may own about
wherever Young Manny may find himself. Advice the son listened to, no
matter how obvious, knowing that in sprung from the hope that Manny
would make it home safely to gorge, once more, upon his mother`s
grunchberry pie. A goal he wholeheartedly supported.
However, neither one of them would have suspected that his most
immediate danger involved having his ear talked off, by the witch who
hired him and sat on the wagon beside which he walked. In fact, the only
time she had been silent was when she appeared before he, Knuckles kin
Wildo, and Sare kil Negrano, studied them each intently and gestured for
Manny to follow her. Seeing it as a coup, being chosen over the two
others, each more famed than he, he had happily followed.
In her wake, he had once more passed through the mist, in the opposite
direction from which he had entered, to find himself in a rather idyllic
yard, surrounding the prototypical witch`s cottage. There she had spoken
for the first time.
"You are a big one aren't you, what's your name?"
He could not deny that fact, he had his size from his father, the
village blacksmith. Nor could he complain, it served him in his own job,
just as well as it did his father. "Ma'am, my name is Manfred kin
Nichino, though I prefer to go by Manny."
"Manny kin Nichino? My what a fortuitous name. Myself, I be Old Maude,
though Maude is also acceptable. I am a seamstrist."
"A seamstress?"
"No, no, I have no skill with needle and thread, would likely end up
with my fingers sewn together if I tried. No, a seamstrist fashions her
garments via magic. And not to sound immodest, but I am the best
seamstrist in the Land Beyond."
"Pardon me Ma'am, but why does a seamstrist need a trail guard?"
"Maude, Manny, just Maude. Well as my fame has grown, so too has the
prominence of my clientele. And as I am sure that you are aware, the
famous are often busy, after all it isn't easy being a tyrant, head of a
vampire clan, or any such thing. Therefore, Old Maude goes to them. And
after slaving away over cauldron and loom these last months, preparing
my inventory, it is once more time to head out onto the road."
"Will there be many with us?"
"Just you and I. Seamstrists have no need to maintain a large staff."
Suddenly he gained additional understanding about his hire, his size had
caused it to happen in the past. He may have kicked up a fuss, if not
for the 25 silver to be paid daily and if he knew how to get home,
instead he asked, "Would you like me to begin loading your wagon?"
Following her gesture, he saw a huge, covered wagon, to which a massive
auroch had been hitched, and he heard her say, "It's already loaded.
There is only one more thing to do before we get on the road. We must
deal with your garb."
"What's wrong with my clothes?"
"Nothing at all, they seem like perfectly sensible things to wear, nice
and clean. But you are now in the employ of the premier seamstrist in
the Land Beyond, you need something better. Let's pop into the house at
fix that right up."
So Manny found himself, dressed in what he considered to be the outfit
of a dandy, striding along, listening to Maude talk about whatever
popped into her mind. It proved a bewildering array of topics, ranging
from stories about the happening in the life's of her friends, none of
whom he knew, to a fascinating dissertation on how best to deal with a
pack of goblins. Currently she was back talking about somebody, though
seeing as how that person was their first client, living in the
foreboding castle they approached, he found himself paying greater
attention.
"Living as close together as we do, The Grandwitch Grunhilda has long
been one of my clients. And yes, if you were wondering, it is the same
Grunhilda who was behind the vanishing of the Plains of Delshire, after
its Lord spurned her advances."
He had not been wondering, being unfamiliar with the either the place or
its vanishing, yet nodded his head none-the-less.
Taking this as agreement to continue, Maude said, "Though the fellow
must have been demented, Grunhilda is rather lovely. She has the palest
skin, almost like a vampire, but she is so much more alive, her fiery
temper matching her red tresses. I doubt not that the gorgeous, hunter
green, velvet, which I spelled up, will look fabulous on her. Maybe a
gown with long draping sleeves, cut close to show of her figure..."
As Maude went on to describe her sartorial vision, Manny turned his
attention to watching for an ambush, as the trail narrowed, trees
closing in on either side, leading up to the bridge across the moat,
around the castle. Nor did the guards, silent figure in suits of plate
metal, maybe in fact nothing more than the suits, who gestured them
through the castle gates, ease his nerves. Inside it appeared almost
normal, until he noticed that the groom, who approached, seemed to have
skin of bark. Anxious, he looked to his employer and saw that she was
completely obvious to the strangeness around them.
In fact she had a broad smile on her face as she hopped from her seat
and moved to the back of her wagon, reaching up to unlatch the tailgate,
and looking inside. Suddenly he saw here begin pointing, inside the
wagon, and saying, "You, you, you, yes of course you, and maybe you.
Okay you too. All of you hop out
Wondering who she was talking too, after telling him they traveled
along, he soon saw how she was able to load and unload her wagon. As she
stepped back, he saw a number of chests, on well muscled legs hopping
out from the wagon, followed at the end by a tall mirror, similar to the
one in her cottage. Lining up, like good little soldiers, Maude looked
once more into the rear of the wagon, her lips pursed, before shaking
her head and closing the gate
Walking towards the entrance of the castle, she turned back and ordered,
"Come along all. You too Manny, can't have you wandering about, I
wouldn't want you to get into trouble, particularly with Grunhilda, at
least so early in our friendship."
Trailing behind the mirror, he found himself moving in lockstep with it
and the chests. After numerous attempts to set his own pace, he gave in,
becoming part of the troupe, as they followed a human-appearing maid.
Unsure if he was disappointed that nothing more seemed out of the
ordinary, they arrived in a large sitting room, where Maude arranged her
charges, Manny being banished to sit in a corner, on a rather
comfortable chair. So comfortable he found himself dozing off, as Maude,
checking the contents of each chest, went temporarily silent.
Next he knew, he was jerked awake, as a lusciously, vibrant voice
purred, "And Maude, who is this fine specimen?"
Eyes bulging, Manny jumped to his feet, offering a soldier's bow, as he
saw that they had been joined by a statuesque red-head, fetchingly
attired in a silk robe, which did little to hide what it covered.
Guessing her to be Grunhilda, and forgetting that she was the vanisher
of the Plains of Delshire and the mistress of this strange castle, he
drank in the sight of her. Fortunately Maude's voice broke the spell,
before he did or said something he would regret.
"He is Manny, my guardsman."
"Guardsman, since when did you need a guardsman to go anywhere you
wished?"
"I'm getting up in age."
"Nonsense, I bet you hired him so you had someone to listen to you
talk."
"Hmmph, my auroch does a very fine job of that, if that was all I
wanted. But enough chit chat, let's get down to business, I need to make
it to Willow Rill by nightfall."
"Yes, let us." Grunhilda agreed, before staring saucily at Manny and
with a flick of her wrist, untied the belt of her robe, letting it drop
from her shoulders, to pool at her feet, proving that all was at it had
been hinted at.
The unveiling physically impacted him, like a punch in the stomach,
causing to fall back into his chair, breath growing short. Amused that
she had obtained the reaction she wanted, Grunhilda turned back to
Maude, while Manny tried to distract himself with memories of cleaning
out the corral behind his father's smithy. It proved enough, allowing
him to regain his faculties, although when he looked up to see her
draped in green velvet, he immediately looked down, thinking thoughts of
skinning a skunk.
In his own little world of denial, he did not hear the discussion
between the two witches, as they discussed potential modifications to
the dress. So far away was he, that it took at least three tries before
he looked towards Maude, who was calling his name. Blushing, he bounced
to his feet, asking, "Ma'am?"
"Yes Manny, thank you for joining us. Would you do me a favour and come
stand before the mirror?"
Trying to make up for his gaff, he unhesitatingly fulfilled the request.
Arriving before the mirror, he started in confusion, for instead of
seeing himself, there stood Grunhilda, in the green gown. Desperately he
patted himself down, feeling the vest of his new outfit and his belt,
holding short sword. Appeased, he looked once more at the mirror, still
surprised to see the witch, but now curious. He stared it, becoming
hypnotized by it, as it seemed to pulse, almost like a beating heart.
Then the image began to fade, growing fainter, until it disappeared
completely from the mirror. But only for a moment, then it returned,
seemingly more realistic than before.
Finally his gaze was pulled away from the mirror by the sound of
Grunhilda clapping, as she said, "Brilliant Maude, absolutely brilliant.
Turn around for me Manny, I want to see how it moves."
Still dazed by the affects of the mirror, he asked, "How what moves?"
"Why, your gown?"
"What!"
"You and others were always saying that you wished you never thought a
mirror did a good enough job, showing how you look in a particular
outfit, so I came up with a solution." Maude interjected, just before
Manny crumpled to the ground. "Oh my, but I did not plan for that."
Opening his eyes, Manny saw the two witches looking down at him with
concern in their eyes and Maude asking for both of them, "Manny are you
alright?"
"Alright? Why am I on the floor? What happened? I remember a mirror and
then a dress and what! What did you do to me?"
"Now calm down Manny."
"Calm down, how can I calm down? You turned me into Grunhilda!"
That worthy calmly stated, "I don't really like me with a baritone,
don't include that in my dress Maude."
"No I did not turn you into Grunhilda, I just had you take on her image
so she could see how she looks in that dress. Just a bit of simple
magic, easily reversible when its done."
"You can turn me back into me?"
"Of course."
"Then do it."
"Now, now, Manny, no need to be hasty. I am sure that Grunhilda would
appreciate if you tarried in this form a little longer, just until she
has finished making her choice."
"Oh yes, please Manny. I would be ever so grateful." Grunhilda asked
with smouldering look, which served to drown much of the maniacal
gibbering in his mind beneath a wave of lust.
"Ummmmm"
"Please. Pretty please?"
"Just for a short time?"
"It will go so fast, you will hardly notice."
"And then you will turn me back?"
Maude said, "If you wish."
"I will definitely wish." He said, panic once more trying to establish
its right of place.
"Calm, calm, you can be assured I will change you back."
"Okay, I guess I will do it. But I won't like it."
Grunhilda agreed, "Oh of course not, I know that this is not the way a
big manly man like you would like to get inside of me."
"Exactly. Hey, what?"
Smiling, she just leaned over and, with Maude's assistance, helped him
to his feet. Then taking seats, she gestured once more for him to turn
around, which he did with a grimace.
"How does it feel?"
"It's heavy."
"Velvet is like that. Actually I was wondering if it feel like it fits
properly? Does it feel tight anywhere?"
"It feels tight everywhere." Manny grumbled.
"Its supposed to be tight, but is it overly tight anywhere."
"Well I wouldn't want to get in a fight, but I guess its manageable."
Maude, who had been ignoring the questions and answers, frowned in his
direction and said, "It's missing something."
"Do you really think so Maude, I like it."
"Well that is the main thing Grunhilda, but I think it could be better.
Do you mind if I try something?"
"Go right ahead."
Gesturing to one of the chests, Manny watched its lid pop open and a
length of black leather, laces hanging from one end, float out and drift
towards him. Before he figured out what it was, the corset whipped about
his waist, magically fastening itself in place and causing him to
sputter, "Too tight."
"I'm not sure Maude."
"Hmm, one more thing."
From another chest came lengths of golden ribbon and thread, which flew
at Manny like so many arrows, forcing him to prove that the dress was
not too tight as he danced to the side. But unrelenting, his attackers
circled and beelined back at him, specifically the corset. The assault
that followed had him squirming and learning that the Grandwitch
Grunhilda was amazingly ticklish. However, she was also pleased with the
embroidering and decoration, which ended up decorating the previously
plain corset.
"Oh yes, that is much better. I'll definitely take one of those. What
else do you have?"
The following period taught Manny that he defined a short period much
differently than did a woman after a new wardrobe. They had him in and
out of numerous dresses, all the while ignoring his protests, until he
finally quit protesting. It left him drained, as much as if he just been
involved in a day long flight from pursuing bandits. Uncaring that he
was still wore a gown of red satin, he wearily sat in a chair, as the
two witches completed their business dealings.
However, he did perk up when he heard Grunhilda say, "And now let us get
rid of my doppelganger, after all I am quite capable of getting into
enough trouble all by myself."
"Yes, yes, let us deal with that now. Manny, will come stand before the
mirror once more?"
Feeling a burst of renewed energy, he quickly found himself once more in
front of the mirror. There he waited as Maude approached the mirror,
though he began to get a sinking feeling as a frown appeared on her
face, causing her to murmur, "Oh my."
"What is it?" He growled.
"We didn't use this mirror when we outfitted you in your new garb, did
we?"
"No, we used the one in your cottage."
"Oh dear, then it appears that I won't be able to turn you back into
yourself until we get back to the house."
"What?" He yelled.
"What?" Grunhilda asked, the sinisterness that allowed her to be a
grandwitch, creeping into her voice. "Are you telling me that you plan
on leaving here with your guardsman disguised as me."
"Oh no Grunhilda, I would never do that. I actually have some other
options available."
Touching the edge of the mirror, Maude murmured some words and her own
image appeared. "Oh no, that would be too confusing. Let's try again."
This time the image showed a pretty, blonde teen-ager, dressed in a pink
satin. "Ah that's better, Manny stand in front of the mirror."
"No way, that's even worse."
Maude did not seem speak, but he heard her voice inside his head. "Would
you rather be clamped in chains? Or maybe turned into a toad? Because I
tell you that those are more likely options than Grunhilda letting you
out of her castle, looking as you do."
Suddenly meek, at that thought, Manny turned to face the mirror. Once
more he felt hypnotized by the pulsating mirror, though this time he
knew what to expect and when the image disappeared, he check that his
sleeve had turned from red to pink, to satisfy himself, though it
brought little satisfaction, that the change was complete. However, as a
fortunate outcome, the smile had returned to Grunhilda's face as she
looked at him.
"Yes, your darling daughter Lirial. How is she these days, Maude?"
"Somewhat trying, I must admit. Her supposed best friend, stole the
young warlock she was interested in. Ever since she has been going
through a bit of a wicked phase; not coming home to visit, never
writing, terrorizing villages of mundanes, you know, that type of
thing."
"We were all young once."
"Aye, though I hope she grows out of it quicker than I did."
Pleasantries and good byes out of the way, the strange procession, minus
a hulking man and plus a pretty blonde, marched back to the wagon in the
court yard. Soon they were once more on the road, this time with there
being room for Manny on the wagon's seat alongside Maude. Unaware how
much his pouting silence suited his new face, he tried to ignore her as
she regained her chattery form. Only after they had been on the road for
a time, did his interest perk up.
"Hey we're not going back to your cottage."
"Of course not, we don't have time, we need to be at Lady Vlidia's place
in two days. We would never make it in time if we went back to the
cottage."
"But, but, you promised."
"Worry not child, I'll see you back to your old self. It's just that I
have appointments with important people, people who do not take kindly
to us lesser beings not showing up on time. Better for us to keep on
going and not draw down their wrath. Besides or journey will be hardly
more than three months."
"Three months!"
"Exactly, no time at all, when measured against one's entire life."
Almost in tears of frustration, he demanded, "Why me? Why, if you knew
that you may be changing me into a girl, didn't you chose Sare?"
"Who?"
"You know, the female guard I was with, when you picked me this
morning."
"Oh her," Maude answered, disdain in her voice.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Did you see her clothes? Has she ever heard of water and soap? Same
with that other fellow. I refuse to deal with anybody who would treat
their clothes in such a fashion. While you, even though you may not be
the most handsome fellow, at least seem to care enough about your
appearance to be clean."
Realizing he would never have ended up in this pickle if he had not
spent the prior week at his parents, which had allowed him to benefit
from his mother's laundry efforts, Manny buried his head in his hands,
"How will I manage this."
Patting him on the thigh, Maude said, "Don't worry, we will whip you up
something better for travel when we stop tonight."
"But how will I manage? How am I going to act as your guard?"
"Oh, we don't really need a guard. We'll be perfectly safe."
"Then why did you hire me?"
Shrugging, somewhat meekly, Maude said, "Well, it's just that I get
lonely on the road, I wanted someone to talk too."
The End
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