The Faerie Queen held court this morning, and all of us were invited in. She was fully conversant with our petition and had been well briefed by her prime minister (who strangely was not in attendance). The High Fairy did all the talking on our side, answering quite skillfully each objection hitherto unraised – a testament to the thoroughness of our preparations.
Still, sitting there engrossed in the proceedings, I gained no sense of which way her majesty was leaning. She was serene through it all, and made me proud to be her subject.
When the hall fell silent after his excellency finished his last explanation regarding the risk involved in striking the Crack of Doom, the Queen surprised us. Instead of adjourning for the day, she asked if there were anyone present to speak for those who were missing.
At this invitation Dunfallon leapt to his feet and without acknowledgement, mounted a spirited plea for the rescue of our friends. At the close of his remarks the Queen’s composure changed. Before anyone else could speak, she stood and ruled immediately in our favor, commanding that we make the attempt at their rescue without delay.
And I found that I loved our Queen all the more.