Mr.
Binky’s voice trailed off in the distance when we followed his instructions and
wished to get to the quarry.
We took a step forward and saw we were indeed
at what looked like a granite stone quarry. A man with a pearl shining on his
forehead smiled at us. The pearl dropped to the ground, which was rich with
others. A drop of sweat formed on his brow and turned into a new pearl.
“I’m Earl,” he said. “If you’re here to claim
homes, you’d better speak to the fortunetelling architect. She’s in the office.”
He pointed at a shed behind him.
He pointed at a shed behind him.
“Is it ten o’clock already? I was expecting
you.”
Ludovica was indeed a blue fairy. Her skin was acquamarine
blue and her wings were made of coloured
shells instead of feathers. The gown she wore was richly embroidered with
shells too, and pebbles, and sea glass and stones of many colours. Sitting at
her desk, she signalled for us to approach her.
“Whenever I hear that a fariy child is going to
be born, I draw out my little sack of cowry shells and cast them to see what
the new fairy will be like.”
She pointed at a blue velvet bag bound with red
ribbons on a desk crowded with blueprints and drawings and plans for
construction. On another table there were four models of houses designed by the
fairy and built by Earl. Ludovica walked up to this table and laid a hand on one
of the models.
“You’re the children of Death’s Illustrious
Coachman, aren’t you? Well, we´ll start with the twins’s houses, as these girls
are older. The blonde girl. Fiona, is it? Well, for you we built a pink
granite stone house,” as Ludovica spoke, she pointed at the model.
“It has French windows with glass tinted a very
pale shade of rose. It also has a large rose window over the front door, which
is framed in rosewood. You have a huge living room, an even larger dining room
and six very spacious bedrooms. The master bedroom has a dressing room with a
dozen closets with roses carved and painted on their doors. The baths are of
pink marble and red coral. All have heart-shaped tubs. The kitchen is full of
cupboards to keep spice jars and cookie cutters, baking pans and fancy molds
for cakes and gelatine.The garden has a
turquoise swimming pool, also hear-shaped and full of rose water. Rosetrees and
rose bushes flourish everywhere about, with blossoms of every size and colour.
The barn has ten little sheep, all with pink wool as fluffy as cotton candy,
but not sticky at all,” she picked up one of the model sheep to show it to us.
“Don’t anyone try to eat them,” she glanced
menacingly at Alpin, who had tried to take the sheep from her hand. “And of
your two ponies, one is a stawberry blonde and the other a platinum blonde. Now
everybody look to the north,” she said, depositing the model on the ground, “and
wish to be at number 1701 Rosy Glow Avenue.”
And we stood before the very house the architect fairy had described.
“Did we get it right?” Ludovica wanted to know.
“Is this your dream house?”
At first, all Fiona could do was gasp. But she
finally managed to blurt out, “I can’t believe it! All this is mine?”
“To have and to hold. Only the kitchen comes furnished
because we want you to enjoy decorating the house yourself.”
After a quick tour of the house and garden, it
was Branna’s turn.
“No, me next!” protested Alpin.
“You sit pretty, sweetie pie,” the fairy
frowned at Alpin but spoke sweetly. “First born first. We’re visitng number
1701 of Milky Way Road. It’s right round the corner of Fiona’s place.”
And so it was. While we strolled through the house, Ludovica described its
special features.
“Branna, like so many mathematicians, you are
also interested in astronomy. So we have built you a house shaped like a twelve
pointed star with a glass roof. This way you can live and sleep under the stars
and know it. A folding spiral staircase unfolds to take both you and a topless tower
beyond the roof to the open air whenever you like. We have installed a
professional telescope in the tower so you can observe the stars even more
closely.Your garden is full of many kinds of white flowers and of pools and
ponds shaped like the different phases of the moon and in them you can see it
reflected. Your sheep all are Irish, white with black faces. The ponies are
winged and both have stars on their brows.The house is right next to your
sister’s, but a nebulosae will surround it whenever you need to be alone.”
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