Rupert drove slowly
Rupert drove slowly, they had time to get to know each other that way. She sang to him in this monotone, it sounded almost like speech. She had tested that first when she sailed through the sky and floated. She liked it and called it her speech. She told the story of her abduction away from Mirror Boy and Lady Rose. In the last year she had lived with him, she had not seen much of Lady Rose at all. Dunk, the rabbits and Brocade. Then she asked him about Lady Rose and their time together. He stared ahead, cleared his throat.
“It is so long ago, yet, it is fresh in my mind. Lady Rose, or better Rose, because that is what I called her, and I, were a performing duo. She danced, oh did she dance, goddess and girl wrapped up into one. I think she was the only person on earth who truly understood my poetry. We made people become what we performed. They lost themselves into the stories, into the beauty of their own imagination, their senses opened by our rich fantasy, feeling themselves become part of the intricately woven net that we had cast and caught them in. They trembled with the desire to melt into our creation, be touched by the fingers of this untouchable. Just their mind, no awareness of their body any longer, staring at the reality around them, not seeing it any longer. Only the abstract of our idea lay in front of them. Heightened sensitivity wrapping their whole self, brightness of recognition.”
Everyday thought returned
“The burst of relief through loud applause, endless, bringing them back from this openness. Doors were closed again. Everyday thought returned. And such were our performances. After each one, it seemed, we had given all, poured out, till empty and hollowed out.”
“That is how I perform, in the end, nothing is left of myself.”
“Rose taught you well.”
The telephone call to Lady Rose
The telephone call to Lady Rose took many twists and turns. Both talked to her, Tutu introducing her new monotone voice. It felt so new and she reverted back to her singing now and then. In the end, all of them decided that Rupert should take Tutu to the big city near by, show her the different performances of varied artists. Tutu almost untwisted herself with excitement.
They spent days
People in the city looked at Rupert with puzzlement. Here was an old man, carrying a beautiful pink doll in his arms, he spoke to her, and she seemed to answer. A ventriloquist, perhaps. Her bewilderment never ebbed, the towering buildings, the reflections in the huge panes of glass, so many people, the smells, the sounds, the anonymity.
Rupert took as much pleasure in seeing everything anew through her innocent wonder, one escalation after the other. They spent days, just marveling, drinking it in. Tutu did not know that there was so much in this world, that she had not even read about. Her head spun as if pirouetting for hours on end. In the evenings they enjoyed performances of all kind. With thundering pleasure in her little chest, she often could not even go to sleep. Her mouth dry with the eagerness of learning. As they filled themselves up with it all, she liked him more and more. “Maybe you can come with me to Lady Rose, where I will be going first. It would be so nice for the both of you.”
“I think so too.”
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