the people that would be there. That was another good reason not to mirror-walk straight back there. Rosa's reappearance was going to have to be an event, not a mystery.
So. Should she stay in the persona of Queen Sable, or not? Finally she decided to ask for a second opinion.
'Arnott, hand me Jimson, would you?' she asked the Brownie in the back with her supplies. This was actually not so bad, really, since she'd had to send the Brownies to collect the mirror anyway. You couldn't leave a magical door like that just lying about, even if she was the only one who could use it, and she was the only one who could break the spell on it.
Arnott got Jimson's mirror out of the padded box she'd placed it in. Rosa eyed the little bit of glass oddly; Lily decided she was going to have to ask Rosa about that, along with a few dozen other things. She gave the reins of the horses back to Kole, and took it from him. 'Mirror, mirror, in my hand — ' she began.
'Still Rosamund, Godmother.' Jimson's green face appeared, making Rosa jump and squeak. Jimson smiled broadly and bobbed a little, in what passed for a bow when you were only a head. 'Ah, and there she is. Greetings, Princess. It is a pleasure to see you face-to-face, so to speak, and a greater one to see you safe and sound and in good health.'
'Ah...hello,' Rosa stammered, looking a little confused that he recognized her. 'You aren't a demon, are you?'
'Nothing of the sort.' Jimson smiled encouragingly at her. 'I am a Mirror Servant, and my name is Jimson. I find out things for Godmother Lily. Many of the Godmothers have Mirror Servants. They find us extremely useful.' He turned his attention back to Lily. The two men, who had been riding behind the cart, craned their necks to see what was going on.
'Right now, what I need is advice and an opinion,' Lily told him. 'We seem to have picked up a pair of stray Princes, and I am not sure what to do with them. I am also not sure if I should arrive as Queen Sable when we return to the Palace, or merely deliver Rosa as the Godmother as if I had been the one to accomplish the rescue, then drive away and vanish, and have Queen Sable appear in due course to greet her return.'
'The latter,' Jimson said immediately. 'The Huntsman might still approach you, hoping to strike a separate bargain. You'll lose that advantage if Queen Sable appears as a rescuer. It seems to me that it is extremely important to keep the Huntsman unaware of the fact that you are not the Princess's enemy. Nor is the Huntsman the only one that I think should be kept in the dark. If there are any more agents of treachery among the Court, either I will overhear them, or you'll smoke them out as Queen Sable. But if you become the Godmother, everyone who is aware of Mirror Servants will know to beware of reflective surfaces. And even if they don't, they will assume some other magical means of spying. You'll never learn a thing. You certainly won't learn who sent the Huntsman after Rosa.'
She nodded. It would take some rather fancy footwork, but the disguise of Old Maggie could serve once more rather neatly. 'What about our two problems?' she asked. 'We seem to have acquired a pair of figurative Princes, if not actual ones. I'm sure The Tradition puts them in that category.'
She held the mirror so Jimson could look back over her shoulder.
'Hmm. The Tradition is thick around the big one, not so much around the other. I am going to hazard my professional guess that, yes, they are at least technically Princes, that the dark one is nothing more than a younger son, but not a youngest son. He looks to me as if he is rather too old to be out on his first quest. He was likely kicked out by his father to find himself a Princess, and I'd guess fancies himself as a rascal. He has probably been getting bribes from the fathers of those Princesses he had gone courting to go away, and using that to live on, and lately the bribes have been very few.' Lily lowered the mirror. Jimson looked up at her. 'As for the other, he's Northern, he may be Prince by blood but actually owns nothing, and I'll have to see what I can find out later. I actually don't have any advice. I have several courses of action, but no real advice. You could send them to the King to make use of, assuming they will actually be of some use. You could give both of them horses and money to go away. Or you could let them stay. Letting them stay would have the advantage of confusing The Tradition about Rosa. There aren't supposed to be two Princes, only one. They are wildly unalike, so The Tradition will be further confused about which Path to take for Rosa. On the other hand, something could turn up to force the Path, and you have been trying very hard to keep that from happening.'
Lily weighed the advantages of all of those possibilities in her mind. Here she had assumed that having yet another Path coming into conflict with Rosa's would be a disaster. But as Jimson pointed out, it could be advantageous. What won out, in the end, was the ability to further confuse The Tradition. While the dark-haired rake was negligible in that regard, with the kind of power she could now see besetting the blond on every side, having two really strong Traditional Paths clashing would only be good for Rosa. Three Paths, really; Rosa could still fit both Snowskin and Beauty Asleep. And if need be, Lily could throw in some other Traditional Path to really mire things up.
She thanked Jimson and handed the mirror back to be put safely in the box. A few moments later, the vague forest track opened up, the tree tunnel became a lane lined with beautiful beeches and oaks and the worn ruts became a well-tended gravel road. Recognizing that the spell had worked, and they were close to the Palace, she stopped the wagon.
She stood up on the wagon seat, held the wand over her head and made several complicated passes with it, concentrating on what she wanted to do. A kind of explosion of faint, sparkling 'dust' erupted out of the tip of the wand, fountaining up, then raining down on them. She rather liked the effect, so she had never tried to tone it down; it reminded her of miniature fireworks. And as the plumes of fairy dust drifted down and touched them, the wagon, horses, Brownies, Godmother, and Princess changed.
The wagon became a grand carriage, ridiculously elaborate, all in lily-white and gilt. In keeping with The Tradition, it was gently rounded, with metalwork done in graceful tendrils like squash vines, and metal leaves and blossoms. The horses became blinding white, with bobbing feather plumes on their foreheads, and their harness. Their manes and tails were braided up with gold and satin ribbons, the leather harness was spotlessly white, with gilded fittings. Rosa's stained and battered gown became gold-embroidered, pink satin that billowed out around her like a rose blossom in the very latest style. The Princess herself looked as if she had come fresh from the hands of her maids. Lily's own gown became heavy white silk samite, with trimmings in a deep cream, a long train and flowing white sleeves that would trail behind her on the ground when she walked. Utterly out-of-date, of course, by several hundred years, but people expected that sort of eccentricity of a Fairy Godmother.
And the Brownies all became liveried footmen in uniforms of white and gold. Unlike Lily's gown, their uniforms were in the very latest style for such things.
Two of them helped Rosa and Lily off the drivers box and into the carriage, which was lined in gold velvet and had luxurious cushioned scats. Lily look the opportunity to glance back at the two men, and chuckled at their expressions. Their eyes were bulging so much they looked like frogs. Very startled frogs. Like...Frog Princes?
Then, as she sat down, she started laughing. Rosa looked at her askance, but she only shook her head. It
