Hilda - Snow White revisited
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Baba Yaga took a sip and then frowned as she looked at the glass. "Is that watered down, or what?"
Hilda nodded. "You know I can't take that stuff."
"Oh, right." Baba Yaga pulled a little black thing out of a pocket and dropped it in the champagne. It bubbled for a moment and turned dark. She took another sip. "Yeah, that is more like it. Hilly, here's to you."
As the two witches sipped from their glasses, a clear female voice chimed up to them. "Hey there, witch ladies, when you're done up there can we finish up down here?"
The magical women laughed out loud for a moment, filling the hall with some serious cackling laughter that adequately frightened people. Then Hilda stuck up her thumb at Snow-White that the floor was theirs again.
The priest was rather ticked off about this improper behaviour but let it pass. The fact that the evildoers were riding brooms and at that moment were located some fifteen yards over the floor had certainly a big part in his decision. To his silent pleasure, there were no more distuptions and the rest of the ceremony went along according to the book.
As the ceremonial hall was emptying, after the official part of the wedding, Hilda located the hickupping man and released him from the spell.
He looked up and said: "Thank you. It was becoming quite annoying. But at this moment, it was worth it." Then he quickly fled from the hall.
Baba Yaga watched Hilda for a reaction, but there was none. Again she worried.
The ceremonial hall had gone all quiet now, except for the talking of dwarfs. The two witches descended to the marble floor.
"So, guys, I hope you were not too bored during this," Hilda said as the witchy women made their brooms vanish.
Bashful looked at the floor. Like Happy, he was still rubbing his neck.
"It was not too bad," Doc commented, "the intermezzo with the queen made up for a lot. But I do think that it is time for the handing over of the present and then we should find our way to the good stuff." His suggestion was well received by his fellows, so they headed out of the hall and into the direction where the real party was taking off. The sound was hard to miss.
As the dwarfs and the witches came into the large lounge, there was a small orchestra playing music. Hilda frowned. "They'd better improve quickly, or I'm going to give them a hand."
"Oh, uhm, boys, who has the present?" Doc was in a frenzy, searching his pockets.
"Calm down, Doc," said Sleepy. He picked a small leather pouch from his pocket. "Here you go. Looks like I am still the one who is most awake here..." He shot a dirty look at Hilda.
"Really? Oh man, I am so sorry," Hilda said, entirely not sincere. "I must have totally forgotten. Come here, let me tell you something." She bent over to Sleepy, who hoped to bury his nose between her breasts as the opportunity delivered itself. There was certainly not much fabric that would prevent it.
Hilda whispered something in his ear.
Sleepy stared at her. "You're kidding me..." Then he keeled over backwards, and slept.
"Nope. English just takes a while," she giggled. "Come on, Babs, let's go and congratulate the happy couple." Arm in arm they left the seven dwarfs.
The witches walked straight up to the newly-weds, everyone making room for them to pass unhindered. Many a man was yanked on the arm or faced a worse fate as Hilda paraded by. Her daring outfit attracted eyes like an electro-magnet would attract chain-mail.
After a while, as everyone was equipped with drinks and snacks and Sleepy was shoved into a corner, King Walt stepped forward. "Lovely couple, honoured folks. Now all lips are burning from the kissing, and all cheeks are raw from the same, I would like to introduce a bit of entertainment to you all."
"Dad?" Snow-White was amazed by this gesture of her father. He had already given them a new bed and a few horses.
"Trust me, kiddo. This will be fun," he beamed, patting her on the arm.
Hilda and Baba Yaga, sitting at the table with the happy couple, exchanged glances. This was a suprise for them as well, since Walt had worked this out all alone.
"Right then. For this surprise I require the assistance of my wife, the lovely queen..." Walt obviously basked in his moment of glory as he pointed out the lady to the others.
The mean queen, who had been brought back to awareness a while ago already, flustered and did not want to be part of this. She did not like surprises. And certainly not when they involved her. "Walt," she hissed in her sweetest voice.
King Walt however was not shaken, nor stirred. "And I will also need this." He clapped his chubby hands, and at that mark a servant came in carrying a beautiful yellow cushion made of satin. On the cushion were two fantastic shoes, looking as if they were made of glass.
"They are not made of glass," Walt said with pride, "they are made of diamond. And they are a gift to my wife, who has done so much for my daughter."
The mean queen stared at her husband and then turned her greedy eyes at the two sparkling shoes that the servant had placed in front of her. Quite excited suddenly, her hand on her heaving bosom, she said: "Oh my... I didn't... I mean..." Quickly she kicked off her ordinary silver-and-sapphire shoes and slipped her feet into the cool diamond ones. They fit like gloves, despite common knowledge that gloves usually go on hands.
The queen got up as everyone looked at her shoes in awe. Carefully she took a few steps. The shoes felt amazing. She stepped some more steps. Attempted a royal twirl. The shoes responded well to that, and the mean queen was surprised. Somehow, without knowing it, she had done something very good for Walt. She was convinced of that. Why else would he give her such a brilliant and shiny present?
"Maestro," Walt said, addressing the man in the preposterous wig that was standing in front of the orchestra. "Hit it."
A shriek escaped the mean queen as she started to dance. She had no choice. The shoes did all the work, but she had to follow, willing or not.
"Dad, that is so cool!", Snow-White said, unable to peel her eyes from her step-mother. "Did she practice that very long?"
Walt shook his head. "No, it's all in the shoes," he snorted.
Hilda and Baba Yaga did some witchy stuff to check out the step-queen's lower extremities, and giggled. There was magic in the shoes. Heavy Magic. And the queen would have to live with that for the rest of her life, since she would not be able to take the shoes off again. She would have to dance whenever there was music, because that was what the shoes were specifically made for.
Hilda snickered, as she was convinced that Walt would see to it that there would not be a lack of music.
Then a menacing thought developed in her mind and clawed its way to her vocal chords. She looked at Baba Yaga, and said: "I wonder where the fuck he got those shoes from..."
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Table of Contents
1. Home sweet home
2. Liver, lung and prosper
3. Poetry
4. The kid
5. Queens and witches
6. Poison
7. Here's a gift
8. Who's the pretty one?
9. Feelings
10. A difficult morning
11. The black queen
12. An apple a day...
13. Riding with the king
14. We make brooms
15. Royal revelation
16. Scary Mountain blues
17. When witches meet
18. Wipe-out
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19. Funeral day
20. Onwards and upwards
21. Change of plans
22. Wedding bells