– We need to delete our tracks. – She brings the candle close to the silk string, that starts burning immediately. In a split second, there’s a line of fire between us and the table. – And now, we need to hide. Can you help me? – She lifts slightly her cute dress to reveal that she has a wooden leg. – This is not precisely helping me to run, you know.
– I didn’t know – I mutter. – How that happened? – I try to grab her by the waist without looking like an harasser. She lets me do it, and we start walking. Maybe I’m becoming more familiar with this world, maybe I am not trained to pay attention to it, but I’m shocked I didn’t even suspect there was something wrong with her leg.
– He did it to me. – His “third person” is filled with hate. A hate so dense that it makes me forget about how she despise me. I feel guilty now of not being nicer than I was. I feel pity for her. And I have goosebumps imagining the giant performing experimental surgery on his new doll. She seems to feel my change of attitude, stops, and push me out of her range gently but vigorously. I release her waist with hesitation.
– Don’t patronize me. I do appreciate it, but all that happened was my fault. I hope we have time to speak about it when we find the burrow. – The doll comes closer. I take her under my grip again. I realize I didn’t ask her for a name, neither shared mine.
– Forgive me, mylady, but I didn’t introduce myself yet. – I make a break. She doesn’t seem to pay attention to me, her gaze focused beyond our little forest of wooden carpet knots. – I’m Carlos. Or I think I am. I don’t remember so much.
– Welcome Carlos. I’m Sienna. – She turns her head just to smile me. She is indeed beautiful, so beautiful that I could think she escaped from an old paint. Early twenty century, maybe. – I already nicknamed you Lancelot. Do you mind? – I nod. – I believe nicknames give you good luck. They help you to focus your image on the world. My first impression of you was not good, but you were lucky, and you didn’t seem to be unhappy about taking care of me if I ask. That’s why I named you Lancelot. Did you name me already? – We stop. The room wall is closer to us. We’ve been walking for around two hundred meters, and we still need to cover other fifty. I look at her.
– No, I didn’t name you. – I lie. – I was having other things in my mind, like to learn why we are here, and how to to come back. – That’s true. – Should I call you in any way?
– Only if it comes in you mind. – She looks at me to smile again. Maybe she thinks smiling is some kind of weapon against rude men. – Otherwise I will be pleased if you call me princess, like Trell was doing.
– Right, princess. Your highness, can we speak about what will be find in that burrow? – We started walking again. I look up. Now I don’t see the sky, just the moonlight going through the window up above us. From time to time, it get slightly darker, meaning outside we have clouds. Well, like everywhere on the planet.
– It’s just a hole. Not an unoccupied dwelling, not a secret castle, just a hole. Sorry if I created expectations, but the good thing is that they don’t know we have that place. So if they look for us, we’ll be there. Isn’t enough?
– Enough it is. – I prefer not to continue inquiring, I don’t want to destroy what we are building now, a very weak relation of utility. You give me, I give you.
We reach the gateway, and we enter in.