Chapter 12

“Of course,” said Clara Standing up. “Come young King kyle, let’s get you in bed.”

Kyle looked like he wanted to say something, but he stood up quietly and followed Clarainto a room off the main room. She came back alone for a moment and grabbed a large pitcher and bowl. She filled it with water and touched it with her hand. It started steaming a bit. She took the water and a small towel and went back towards the room. Jareth Smiled to himself, whatever she might say or do, in the end Clarawas kind.

Soon she came back into the room and sat back down in her chair, taking up her cup. She held it towards Ansel, and he got up and poured more wine into it. He then sat back down, staring at Clara As she stared back and drank her wine.

“Now, Ansel, tell me about this boy.”

Jareth Shrugged. “What is there really to tell? He is the one we were told would be king. I went and collected him. Here we are.”

“But what is he like? Is he clever? Is he kind? Is he brash?”

“I really don’t know. He seems