Autor shakes his head. "I keep forgetting about the grandson in this story."
Humperdinck introduces Queen Buttercup, who greets her subjects. One in particular, an old woman in rags, boos her.
"Why do you do this?" Buttercup asks, stricken.
"Because you had love in your hands!" the old woman says. "And you gave it up!"
"But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it."
"Your true love lives! And you marry another!" the old woman says, gesturing to Humperdinck on the balcony. "True love saved her in the fire swamp..."
"Thrice," Autor says dryly.
"... and she threw it away like garbage," the old woman continues. "And that's what she is! The queen of refuse! So bow down to her if you want. Bow to her. Bow to the queen of slime. The queen of filth! The queen of putrescence!"
Buttercup's horrified face gives way to her waking up in bed, sweaty and gasping. She runs down the hall to the grandfather narrating that it was ten days until the wedding, and the king is still alive, but that her nightmares keep getting worse.
"See?" the grandson says triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck?"
"Yes, you're very smart," the grandfather says dryly. "Now shut up."
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Date: 2015-11-20 06:30 am (UTC)Humperdinck introduces Queen Buttercup, who greets her subjects. One in particular, an old woman in rags, boos her.
"Why do you do this?" Buttercup asks, stricken.
"Because you had love in your hands!" the old woman says. "And you gave it up!"
"But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it."
"Your true love lives! And you marry another!" the old woman says, gesturing to Humperdinck on the balcony. "True love saved her in the fire swamp..."
"Thrice," Autor says dryly.
"... and she threw it away like garbage," the old woman continues. "And that's what she is! The queen of refuse! So bow down to her if you want. Bow to her. Bow to the queen of slime. The queen of filth! The queen of putrescence!"
"Putrescence! Nice!" Autor says cheerfully.
"Boo! Boo! Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo! Boo!"
Buttercup's horrified face gives way to her waking up in bed, sweaty and gasping. She runs down the hall to the grandfather narrating that it was ten days until the wedding, and the king is still alive, but that her nightmares keep getting worse.
"See?" the grandson says triumphantly. "Didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck?"
"Yes, you're very smart," the grandfather says dryly. "Now shut up."
"No kidding," Autor agrees.