Chapter two, Queen Maeve's House, Sarah threw herself down on the Queen's squishy
purple velvet sofa and picked up Justin, the Queen's pet bee to cuddle.
Queen Maive kicked off her high heels. Her normally smooth black hair was full
of twigs and leaves. I will make you up eleavender nest, but first
I have to make a batch of dust. Sararah watched sleepily as Queen Mayves
selected the herbs that hung above her stove drying. She took down jars and
bottles that were stacked neatly on shelves. She used the gold key that hung
around her neck to open a secret hatch in the floor. Sararah remembered when
King Dagda had made the hidden safe after some annoying pixies got hold of the
dust at a Christmas party and tried to fly, knocking over his recycling projects.
Queen May've took out three things. One the large ancient hazel leaf with
the magic recipe written in gold, two the bottle of rose quartz glitter.
Three and the rarest ingredient of all, the bottle of Princess's tears. She
arranged the ingredients on the round table in the center of the kitchen. She
got out her measuring shells. Sararah watched as the Queen started measuring, mixing,
pouring, and spooning the ingredients carefully into a large half walnut shell bowl.
Ten types of dried wild herbs check check check check check check check check
check check. One finely ground baby tooth check. One pinch of mother of
pearl check. A piece of crushed wren's eggshell check. A handful of crushed
rose quartz glitter check. A drop of morning dew check a princess's tear.
Sarara was daydreaming that Queen Mave might bring her rose quartz collecting someday. Queen
Mave was the only fairy who knew the secret location. It was far away
in the Blue Hills, at the bottom of a cliff by the ocean.
Every year, early on Midsummer morning, at low tide, the queen collected
it with her sharpest chisels. Few the final ingredient, one princess's tear,
said Queen Maeve. Then the final shake, A little mix with my hazel
wand and tada PuF dust. Then we can go to bed. Zararah got
up to watch the magic happen. Justin, who adored her, followed her
over and landed with a bump in the middle of the table. The bottle
of princess's tears hopped off the table and landed smash on the floor. It
was broken. The two fairies looked at each other in horror. No,
we are in big cheruble, said Queen Mave. We will have to tell
King Dagda. Let's get some sleep. We'll go first thing in the evening.
They went up the spiral stairs to the sewing room. Sararah stared at
the drawings pinned to the walls. Maybe when I grow up, I could
be the fairy doctor, she thought, Then Queen Maeve would have more time
for her fairy fashions. Can I sleep in the lookout room? Sararah said,
she loved spying on the village. Oh all right, Queen Mave pulled
out the wren's nest she kept in a hollow branch. She shook up the
lavender filled douvae and covered Sarara and Justin with a nice soft goose feather.
She sprinkled the cozy nest with lavender oil. I will bring you to King
Dadda's house. This evening you can catch up with your tooth collecting and then
have a rest in his king size bed. Queen Mave gave them both a
kiss on the forehead, blew out the light and went down the stairs to
her bedroom. Nighty night,