Stardust: The Gift Edition by Neil Gaiman

Author:Neil Gaiman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young men, Fairy Tales & Folklore, Fiction, Fantasy, General, England, Action & Adventure, Romance, Juvenile Fiction, London (England), Fantasy & Magic, Alex Award, Literary, Movie Novels, Love stories, Historical
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2012-10-30T03:30:52+00:00

Stardust

Chapter Six

Stardust

What the Tree Said

Tristran Thorn was dreaming.He was in an apple tree, staring through a window at Victoria Forester, who was getting undressed. As she removed her dress, revealing a healthy expanse of petticoat, Tristran felt the branch begin to give way beneath his feet, and then he was tumbling down through the air in the moonlight . . .He was falling into the moon.And the moon was talking to him: Please, whispered the moon, in a voice that reminded him a little of his mother’s, protect her. Protect my child. They mean her harm. I have done all I can. And the moon would have told him more, and perhaps she did, but the moon became the glimmer of moonlight on water far below him, and then he became aware of a small spider walking across his face, and of a crick in his neck, and he raised a hand and brushed the spider carefully from his cheek, and the morning sun was in his eyes and the world was gold and green.“You were dreaming,” said a young woman’s voice from somewhere above him. The voice was gentle and oddly accented. He could hear leaves rustle in the copper beech tree overhead.“Yes,” he said, to whoever was in the tree, “I was dreaming.” “I had a dream last night, too,” said the voice. “In my dream, I looked up and I could see the whole forest, and something huge was moving through it. And it got closer, and closer, and I knew what it was.” She stopped talking abruptly.“What was it?” asked Tristran.“Everything,” she said. “It was Pan. When I was very young, somebody — maybe it was a squirrel, they talk so much, or a magpie, or maybe a fishie — told me that Pan owned all this forest. Well, not owned owned. Not like he would sell the forest to someone else, or put a wall all around it —” “Or cut down the trees,” said Tristran, helpfully. There was a silence. He wondered where the girl had gone. “Hello?” he said. “Hello?”There was another rustle of leaves from above him.“You shouldn’t say things like that,” she said.“Sorry,” said Tristran, not entirely sure what he was apologizing for. “But you were telling me that Pan owned the forest . . .” “Of course he does,” said the voice. “It’s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it’s yours and then be willing to let it go. Pan owns this forest, like that. And in my dream he came over to me.You were in my dream, too, leading a sad girl by a chain. She was a very sad, sad girl. Pan told me to help you.” “Me?” “And it made me feel all warm and tingly and squishy inside, from the tips of my leaves to the end of my roots. So I woke up, and there you were, fast asleep with your head by my trunk, snoring like a pig-wiggin.

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