soda. 'Don't want to drink this fizzy stuff when you're having a cry. It'll come out your nose. You need something like tomato juice-replace those lost electrolytes. I tell you what,' he said, rattling his tremendous keychain, 'I'll break the rules and fix you an honest-to-god bloody mary. Usually I make 'em with tabasco, which is how we do it where I'm from. But since your mucus membranes are already irritated enough, I'll just make a boring one.'
By the time he was finished with this oration, Miranda had gotten her hands away from her face at least. She turned away from him.
'Kind of funny racting in that little box, ain't it,' Carl said, 'kind of isolating. Theatre didn't used to be that way.'
'Isolating? Sort of,' Miranda said. 'I could use a little more isolation tonight.'
'You telling me to leave you alone, or-'
'No!' Miranda said, sounding desperate to herself. She brought her voice to heel before continuing. 'No, that's not how I meant it. It's just that you never know what role you're going to play. And some of the roles can cut pretty deep. If someone handed me a script for what I just did and asked me if I were interested in the part, I'd refuse it.'
'Was it a porn thing?' Carl Hollywood said. His voice sounded a bit strangled. He was angry all of a sudden. He had stopped in the middle of the room, clenching her bloody mary as if he might pop the glass in his fist.
'No. It wasn't like that,' Miranda said. 'At least, it wasn't porn in the sense you're talking about,' Miranda said, 'though you never know what turns people on.'
'Was the payer looking to get turned on?'
'No. Absolutely not,' Miranda said. Then, after a long time, she said, 'It was a kid. A little girl.'
Carl gave her a searching look, then remembered his manners and glanced away, pretending to appraise the carving on the front of the bar.
'So the next question is,' Miranda said after she'd steadied herself with a few gulps of the drink, 'why I should get so upset over a kiddie ractive.'
Carl shook his head. 'I wasn't going to ask it.'
'But you're wondering.'
'What I'm wondering about is my problem,' Carl said. 'Let's concentrate on your problems for now.' He frowned, sat down across from her and ran his hand back through his hair absent-mindedly. 'Is this that big account?' He had access to her spreadsheets; he knew how she'd been spending her time.
'Yeah.'
'I've sat in on a few of those sessions.'
'I know you have.'
'Seems different from normal kiddie stuff. The education is there, but it's darker. Lots of unreconstructed Grimm Brothers content. Powerful.'
'Yeah.'
'It's amazing to me that one kid can spend that much time-'
'Me too.' Miranda took another swallow, then bit off the end of the celery stick and chewed awhile, stalling. 'What it comes down to,' she said, 'is that I'm raising someone's kid for them.'
Carl looked her straight in the eye for the first time in a while. 'And some heavy shit just went down,' he said.
'Some very heavy shit, yes.'
Carl nodded.
'It's so heavy,' Miranda said, 'that I don't even know if this girl is alive or dead.'
Carl glanced up at the fancy old clock on the wall, its face yellowed from a century and a half's accumulation of tar and nicotine. 'If she's alive,' he said, 'then she probably needs you.'
'Right,' Miranda said. She stood up and headed for the exit. Then, before Carl could react, she spun on the ball of her foot, bent down, and kissed him on the cheek.
'Aw, stop it,' he said.
'See you later, Carl. Thanks.' She ran up the narrow staircase heading for her box.
Baron Burt lay dead upon the floor of the Dark Castle. Princess Nell was terrified of the blood that gushed from his wound, but she approached him bravely and plucked the keychain with the twelve keys from his belt. Then she gathered up her Night Friends, tucking them into a little knapsack, and hurriedly packed a picnic lunch while Harv gathered up blankets and ropes and tools for their journey.
They were walking across the courtyard of the Dark Castle, heading for the great gate with its twelve locks, when suddenly the evil Queen appeared before them, as tall as a giant, wreathed in lightning and thunder- clouds! Tears gushed from her eyes and turned to blood as they rolled down her cheeks. 'You have taken him away from me!' she cried. And Nell understood that this was a terrible thing for her wicked stepmother, because she was weak and helpless without a man. 'For this,' the Queen continued, 'I shall curse you to remain locked up in this Dark Castle forever!' And she reached down with one hand like talons and snatched the keychain from Princess Nell's hand. Then she turned into a great vulture and flew away across the ocean toward the Land Beyond.
'We are lost!' Harv cried. 'Now we shall never escape from this place!' But Princess Nell did not lose hope. Not long after the Queen had vanished over the horizon, another bird came flying toward them. It was the Raven, their friend from the Land Beyond, who frequently came to visit them and to entertain them with stories of far-off countries and famous heroes. 'Now is your chance to escape,' said the Raven. 'The evil Queen is engaged in a great battle of sorcery with the Faery Kings and Queens who rule the Land Beyond. Throw a rope out of yon arrow-slit, and climb down to freedom.'
Princess Nell and Harv climbed the stairway into one of the bastions flanking the Dark Castle's main gate. These had narrow windows where in olden times soldiers should shoot arrows down at invaders. Harv tied one end of a rope to a hook in the wall and threw it out one of these slits. Princess Nell threw her Night Friends out, knowing that they would land harmlessly below. Then she climbed out through the slit and down the rope to freedom.
'Follow me, Harv!' she cried. 'All is well down here, and it is a much brighter place than you can possibly imagine!'
'I cannot,' he said. 'I am too big to pass through the slit.' And he began to throw out the loaves of bread, pieces of cheese, wineskins, and pickles that they had packed for their lunch.
'Then I will come back up the rope and stay with you,' Princess Nell said generously.
'No!' Harv said, and reeled in the rope, trapping Nell on the outside.
'But I will be lost without you!' Princess Nell cried.
'That's your stepmother talking,' Harv said. 'You are a strong, smart, and brave girl and can do fine without me.'
'Harv is right,' said the Raven, flying overhead. 'Your destiny is in the Land Beyond. Hurry, lest your stepmother return and trap you here.'
'Then I will go to the Land Beyond with my Night Friends,' said Princess Nell, 'and I will find the twelve keys, and I will come back here one day and free you from this Dark Castle.'
'I'm not holding my breath,' Harv said, 'but thanks anyway.'
Down on the shore was a little boat that Nell's father had once used to row around the island. Nell climbed in with her Night Friends and began to row.
Nell rowed for many hours until her back and shoulders ached. The sun set in the west, the sky became dark, and it became harder to make out the Raven against the darkling sky. Then, much to her relief, her Night Friends came alive as they always did. There was plenty of room in the boat for Princess Nell, Purple, Peter, and Duck, but Dinosaur was so big that he nearly swamped it; he had to sit in the bow and row while the others sat in the stern trying to balance his weight.
They moved much faster with Dinosaur's strong rowing; but early in the morning a storm blew up, and soon the waves were above their heads, above even Dinosaur's head, and rain was coming down so fast that Purple and Princess Nell had to bail using Dinosaur's shiny helmet as a bucket. Dinosaur threw out all of his armor to lighten the load, but it soon became evident that this was not enough.
'Then I shall do my duty as a warrior,' Dinosaur said. 'My usefulness to you is finished, Princess Nell; from now, you must listen to the wisdom of your other Night Friends and use what you have learned from me only
