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Sunday, April 11, 2010

I am Snow White: Part 5

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I ran out of the chapel, down the grassy hill, underneath the stars and the moon.  I ran from the vision of the dead princess. I ran so fast I tripped over my skirts, falling flat on my face, tasting blood. I did not like the girl.  I did not like Snow White, but I did not want to see her dead. Soon I was at her door, out of breath, panting.  It was locked.  When I could finally speak, I said, firmly,

"Snow White, open this door immediately "

No answer.  I knocked harder;

"Open this door. Snow White!  Do you hear me?  I know you are awake!  And you must be a good girl, and open your door. Please! I will not have sorcery.  You know what I must do now, don't you? Do you know?  I shall tell you.  I must burn the chapel  to the ground.  The mirror is--- unholy. Now open this door!"

I remember that I had started to cry at this point, that I tasted more blood in my mouth, but this could've been bitterness as well. In times past, oh not so long ago, I would have been entwined in linen sheets with my lover. Blissfully free of the Duke who had begat a child with his sister.  More blasphemy. Oh, I could not bear it.  This must end.  I knocked harder and harder, I screamed:

"Open this door---"

--- suddenly it flew open, as if pushed by the wind or an unseen hand. I saw Snow White in the farthest corner of her room; by the south window, in a puddle of moonlight.  She was dancing as if possessed; her black hair coiling down her back and around her face.  What had suddenly descended upon my castle?   I shivered involuntarily, sat down on a brocade chair, legs shaking, and watched her. I was numb. I could think of nothing else to do. At least she is still breathing, I remember thinking, and not a pretty corpse. After a few minutes, exhaustion setting in, I tried again,

Snow White," I whispered, for I was now frightened of her. Who was she really? 

"Snow White," I said again, a bit louder, "You must answer me."  

She stopped suddenly, facing the window, her arms still high over her head, as if plucking invisible fruit from a tree.  She turned slowly, blood trickling from her mouth.

"I am Snow White," she said, "and you have poisoned me."

"Little girl," I said, firmly, kindly, "You are dreaming. No one has poisoned you.  You live a good life here. Now get back into bed. How did you cut yourself?" 

Still, I couldn't help but notice that her wound was the same as mine.  I fell--- what happened to her? 

I led her to her marble wash basin, "Never mind," I said, wiping her mouth with cool water, and patting it dry, "we can discuss it in the morning.  But now you shall go back to bed."

She replied, "But, I'm not awake."

I met her gaze, she wavered a bit, caught between the two, waking and dreaming--- so I repeated more firmly,

"That's right.  This is only a dream.  Now, come." 

I led her towards her bed and as I did, she collapsed int my arms in a dead faint.  I carried her and lay her down, covered her with wool blankets, and drew the velvet curtains.  I looked back at her, so still now--- but no, I mustn't think of that, I mustn't think of the dead princess.  I must think of a way to save her and myself. I rang Esmerelda for a pot of tea, and while she grumbled and complained, I said, almost shouting:

"I have work to do.  I will not have this child, I will not have sorcery.  I will not have it. I will divest myself!"

She scurried away,  frightened, and no doubt sure I had gone mad. But my purpose could not have been clearer.  I sat at my writing desk and began my letter to the Queen's Solicitor:

Dear Sir:

The bastard child you sent to live with me is quite insane, and is beyond my capabilities to heal or soothe her.  She needs more than a governess and tutors for poetry, French and mathematics.  No man will ever marry her despite her titled lineage.  And you must know this.  And the Queen must know this as well.  She is my charge for the rest of my natural life, is this not so?

If this be the case, you must admit your trickery.  Surely you knew of the girl's condition;  her mind unhinged whether from magic or the devil, I do not know. Surely this is something the Queen herself must have observed, despite hiding her in a convent.

In short, the Queen Mother needs to decide upon another alternative for her care.  It shan't be me.  In the best interests of the child, I suggest she return to her former domicile, the Abbey of St. Joan--- and there in the hands of God, she will be safe. 
Most respectfully, The Grand Duchess
I sealed it, and sent for my courier,

"Do not stop to rest or eat.  This must get to the Queen in two days.  Do you understand?"

He nodded balefully, snatched the letter from my hands, jumped upon his horse, and soon disappeared into the woods.  I knew two days was impossible, but not four.  The girl will be gone in a fortnight.  Or less. And then I would destroy the chapel, just as I had said.  I had no use for magic.  Sorcery.  I saw what had happened to my grand-mere.  They will burn it out of you.  Better for the girl to be in the convent, better for me to be free.

I looked up at the sky, just beginning to grow light.  A wood thrush trilled, the song echoing through the trees. Real and true.   This world is real and true, I had to reassure myself, again and again.  I pulled my cloak tight around my neck.  At that moment, Harry appeared in the pale light;

"Oh," I said, "you startled me."

"Why did you send me away," he asked, holding up my letter to him, "was I not a good man for you?"

I smiled, in spite of myself, "Very good. Most excellent."

"And," he continued, "was I not your lover who adored every inch of your body?

"It's the girl, Harry.  Snow White.  The Duke's bastard child.  Perhaps insane,  perhaps a bit of a witch as well."

He frowned, "Then best for her to disappear.  Most witches end on the cross, their hands and feet on fire.  It's not a pretty sight."

"No, it is not." I did not tell him about my mother's mother.

"But even a witch," he said, smiling, "could not find us in the stables."

"I am the Duchess," I replied, relieved to be speaking of  something else, "I cannot be bedded in a stable.  But soon, very soon, we shall be lovers again.  I've asked to have her removed, perhaps back to the convent." 

"Then I shall impatiently await her Ladyship's summons," he replied smiling, and left.

In the days that followed I was very kind to the girl, solicitous, almost loving. Not surprisingly she had no memory of that night.  I did not press it. She was fragile enough.  I could almost feel sorry for her.  Of course, I was haunted by the vision in the chapel, how could I forget?  Nothing, I admit here, was ever the same again.  Yet in those days, I did my best to dismiss it, as one dismisses a shadow---

Indeed at times I was convinced I could be strong, very strong, and fight off anything that dared cross me, be it man or the devil himself.  Then on some evenings I gave up all pretense of strength: the young girl in my charge was undoubtedly exceedingly strange, and quite possibly evil herself. And in my blackest hour, I believed that I too might be insane, or dreaming. On those nights, I wandered the grove with a flagon of red wine, almost daring the darkness to come upon me; a ghost, a witch, a devil.  Yet nothing happened. 

One afternoon, as I escorted her from her French tutor to tea in the main salon, she turned to me, and said,

"You did not poison me." 

I stopped to look at her, and in this light, framed by gilt doorway, she appeared as all little girls--- in a velvet riding jacket, white ribbons in her hair, her face, all fresh and shining. Guilt assailed me;

"Of course I did not."

I took her hand again, but she shrugged me off, and continued,

"My mother poisoned me." 

"Snow White, you musn't tell lies----"

I tried to grab her hand again, but she stepped back.  Now we faced off in the long, low hallway, soft light shining through the stained glass.  She continued,

"And she's reading your letter now.  The one about me.  And her Highness is not pleased."

"Why are you telling me all this now?"

"Shhhhh," she said, straining to hear, eyes wide with terror. 

"What?," I asked, glancing over my shoulder.

She crept over to the main staircase, whispered, "So fast! The horse is so fast!"

Without thinking, I asked, "Are you a witch?"

"They're coming," she said sadly, turning back to face me, "and I am Snow White."


  1. My Snow White is better. You can check it out on It's still very much in the raw but is readable...

  2. I am absolutely falling in love with this story. I can't wait to read the rest of it. I just found it today, and have read all 5 parts so far. I will be impatiently waiting for her Ladyship to finish this story.

  3. thanks, very flattered, its finished in draft, just to polish.