I don't know if I'll ever write this story, but it's fun coming up with bits and pieces and slowly stringing them together in a development file.
When the song faded, so did the golden light around Aldonza,
evaporating in tiny motes that streaked meteorlike into the night
sky. She just stood there, stunned, looking at herself as best
she could without a mirror.
As I had promised, she was dressed in fine silks and satins,
bejewelled and bangled as befit the lady of quality that Don
Quixote saw within her. She was bathed and clean for possibly
the first time in her adult life, and her long raven hair had
been repaired and styled, its gleaming waves now piled upon her
head in a grand cascade held in place by a fleet of combs linked
with small golden chains.
To my surprise, she looked far more like her movie counterpart
Sophia Loren than I had thought possible. I nodded, and then, as
her eyes lifted from her hands to look at me, I made a leg and
bowed deeply to her. "My lady," I murmured with complete
sincerity.
"Who *are* you?" she whispered, her shock evident in her voice.
I straightened up. "I am Douglas Quincy Sangnoir, humble student
of magic, sworn to the service of Heaven and my Lord Don Quixote
de la Mancha."
(No, I don't have a specific song in mind. When I need it, I'll find one.)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
When the song faded, so did the golden light around Aldonza,
evaporating in tiny motes that streaked meteorlike into the night
sky. She just stood there, stunned, looking at herself as best
she could without a mirror.
As I had promised, she was dressed in fine silks and satins,
bejewelled and bangled as befit the lady of quality that Don
Quixote saw within her. She was bathed and clean for possibly
the first time in her adult life, and her long raven hair had
been repaired and styled, its gleaming waves now piled upon her
head in a grand cascade held in place by a fleet of combs linked
with small golden chains.
To my surprise, she looked far more like her movie counterpart
Sophia Loren than I had thought possible. I nodded, and then, as
her eyes lifted from her hands to look at me, I made a leg and
bowed deeply to her. "My lady," I murmured with complete
sincerity.
"Who *are* you?" she whispered, her shock evident in her voice.
I straightened up. "I am Douglas Quincy Sangnoir, humble student
of magic, sworn to the service of Heaven and my Lord Don Quixote
de la Mancha."
(No, I don't have a specific song in mind. When I need it, I'll find one.)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
