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Chapter 9
On Christmas Eve morning, Sabrina, Daphne, Gra
Titania gave a speech, wishing her husband a safe passage into the next world. She placed a red rose on his chest, which she said had been grown in the fairy homeland, and then she stepped aside. Mustardseed followed, sharing memories of his father: his bravery in days long ago, his struggles as Faerie's new home in America collapsed, and even his plans to rebuild. He placed a white rose next to his mother's red. Then it was Puck's turn to speak.
"My father was a complicated man-one of strong traditions. He had unbendable beliefs and those beliefs often got in the way of new begi
Puck tossed a green rose onto his father's chest. One of the ogres from the Golden Egg stepped forward with a torch and handed it to Puck. The boy fairy took it and set the boat ablaze. Then he and his brother pushed it out into the water. The flames quickly engulfed the floating casket and the river took it away. Soon, it was out of sight.
Oz stepped up to the Ferryport Landing group. "I suppose you'll be leaving soon."
Gra
"I wish you the best of luck," Oz said as he turned to the girls and shook their hands. "Well, I've got to get back to work. It's Christmas Eve and another one of the elves is on the fritz."
The crowd began to drift away. Gra
Sabrina walked over to join Puck. He didn't notice her at first but when he did he quickly wiped his tears on his sleeve. He forced a smile but then let it fade. She reached out and took his hand and they stood looking out at the river in silence.
"So, what do I call you? Your Majesty?"
"You should have been calling me that all along," Puck said.
"What you said was very nice," Sabrina said.
"My mother wrote it for me. She didn't care too much for what I came up with myself."
Sabrina smiled. "There's no one here now. Why don't you go ahead with your version?"
Puck tilted his head curiously at Sabrina and smiled.
"My father was mean, arrogant, horrible, and selfish. He cared little for anyone and less for those who disagreed with him. His only love was for his precious kingdom."
Sabrina raised her eyebrows, admiring the boy's honesty, but remained quiet.
Puck turned to the water as if his father were still there, listening.
"I hated you!" he shouted. "You took every opportunity to remind me that I was weak and stupid!"
Suddenly, Puck fell to his knees. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Sabrina rushed to him, knelt down, and used her scarf to wipe them away.
"When I was barely out of diapers he took me aside and told me I would never be king. He said I was a disappointment to him and he would never give up his throne to me. I went to my mother in tears and she explained him to me. She said he was worried about the kingdom's future and feared that his successor would destroy it-even if that successor was his own son. But my mother swore that one day I would wear the crown, and he would never see it coming. Until then, I would have my own kingdom. Then she gave me my name: the Trickster King. I've worn it proudly ever since.
"When I got older he tried to force me to marry Moth. So I told the old man he was nuts. Disobeying your father is a crime in our world. He banished me. But, here I am, the King of Faerie anyway. My mother was right. He never saw it coming."
He stood up and wiped his eyes on his sleeve. "If you tell anyone I was crying, you'll regret it, pus-brain."
"I won't tell, stinkpot," Sabrina said affectionately. "Looks like you and me finally have something in common."
"What's that?"
"Families we're not sure we want to be part of," Sabrina replied.
"The old lady told me you're quitting," Puck said.
"I'm not quitting. I'm retiring. You can't quit something you never wanted to do in the first place," Sabrina said defensively.
"You can't quit something you never tried either."
"I tried! But people got hurt when I tried," Sabrina said. "Look at Mr. Canis, and you!"
"Oh, poor Sabrina. Such a walking disaster. I was there. Mr. Canis didn't get hurt because you were being stupid. You were the one that saved him, and the rest of us. If you hadn't done what you did we'd all be dead. The truth is, and I hate to admit it, but you're a hero and a pretty good one. You help people when no one else can. From what I hear that's what your mother did, too. It's in your blood, and blood isn't something you can walk away from."
"When did you suddenly become Mister Maturity?"
Puck laughed. "Don't worry. It won't last." Then he belched in her face. "See! It's over."
"So, I guess you're going to have to stay and take over what's left of Faerie," Sabrina said softly.
Before Puck could answer, there was a loud commotion up on the hill overlooking the river. People were shouting and screaming.
Puck and Sabrina looked at each other and then ran to find out what was going on.
Mr. Hamstead was lying on the ground. Bess knelt beside him. Tony Fats was hovering above the couple with clenched fists. Poor Mr. Hamstead looked as if he had been socked in the eye.
"I told you to leave my girl alone!" Tony Fats yelled.
"And I told you I'm not your girl anymore, Tony!" Bess cried.
Mr. Hamstead crawled to his feet. "Bess, I can handle this." He turned to Tony Fats. "Is this how you want to do it? That's fine with me."
The two men rushed at each other, throwing fists and landing horrible blows. Tony Fats was the first to fall but he quickly got up and knocked Mr. Hamstead into a mud puddle. The portly man fell with a painful thud.
Sabrina spotted Mr. Canis in the crowd. He was watching as if he had no concern for his friend. Sabrina raced to him and tugged on his sleeve. "We have to stop this. Mr. Hamstead is going to get hurt."
Mr. Canis shook his head. "The pig is tougher than he looks, child."
"Tony Fats is twice his size!" Sabrina cried. "And the Wolf is four times his size and Hamstead had no trouble taking me down. As I said, he's tougher than he looks."
Tony Fats kicked Hamstead mercilessly, forcing him to flounder in the mud. Each time their friend tried to get up, Tony attacked, keeping him on his hands and knees.
"You don't come to my town and steal my girl!" Tony Fats bellowed. "You don't know who you're messing with."
"Leave him alone, Tony!" Bess demanded.
Tony's face twisted into a demented smile. "I've got to teach your friend here how we do it in the big city." He lifted his leg to deliver another nasty kick, but this time Hamstead caught it. He pulled hard and Tony Fats fell onto his back. Hamstead leaped onto him and the two men wrestled for dominance.
Then, all at once, Sabrina saw a magic wand appear in Tony Fats's hand.
"Hamstead, look out!" Canis roared.
Mr. Hamstead must have spotted the wand himself as he sent an elbow into Tony's gut. The fairy godfather let out a wheeze and dropped the wand but then scampered to get it back. Hamstead was right on top of him and the two fought for control over the weapon. They rolled around in the mud, struggling viciously. But just as Mr. Hamstead gained the upper hand, a transformation came over him. His arms and legs suddenly shrank into stubby hoofed feet. His clothes disappeared and his pink skin blanched white. His ears migrated up his head and turned into furry points. In a matter of seconds Mr. Hamstead's true form was revealed. He was a pig.