FairyTale: A True Story Page #3

Arthur! - Harry.

How good to see you. Sit.

No, I shan't stay.

I came to present an invitation for you to be

my guest at Wyndlesham next weekend.

I've arranged one or two friends

who will, I think, amuse you.

It would give me great pleasure.

Excuse me, sir? Mr. Collins

is waiting for you on stage.

Frances?

Frances, what are you doing?

- Shh!

If Mum knew...

He did know the fairies,

didn't he.

Better than anyone.

They said he wasn't to talk

about them anymore.

That it was just his imagination.

- I wish she could see them.

Who?

Your Mum.

- How can she?

I don't know.

Lancelot, Gawain,

sit up, sit up. Good boys.

Come on, man, come on!

- You want everything perfect, Mr. Green.

Sit up! Sit up! Come on, man,

before they do something on the seat!

Mordred, stay!

I don't think it's sensible.

- Then let me be foolish.

Uncle Arthur?

- Not now.

Polly, be reasonable.

No, you be reasonable.

What difference does it make to you?

Please, Uncle Arthur.

- I'm trying to talk to

your aunt, Frances.

It's just I wanted to borrow the camera.

- You'll have to wait.

I'll be really careful.

- It is not a toy. Wait.

Polly, you've said it yourself, you'd be

better off spending more time with the living.

Meaning?

- You know what I mean.

Your daughter needs you.

Instead, you're sitting

round holding on to...

Can't even say his name,

can you?

Well, I'm coming with you.

- No, thank you.

You stay with the girls.

Did he say yes?

- Well... almost.

What are we doing?

- We're going to show them the fairies.

They'd never allow it.

- I have an idea.

We can't betray them. They could

put a curse on us. They trust us.

It's for Mum.

We, of course, do not use

the term "angel" itself.

We refer to the "divines",

the "shining ones",

the agents of that creative life force

which exists all around us.

All things

are possessed of a guiding spirit.

Humans have angels, but there care

other lower levels of energy:

Salamanders,

the spirits of fire;

undines or nereids,

the spirits of water;

elves and gnomes for the earth

and the forests; and finally,

fairies, the most famous of all,

the spirits of the air.

Well, it's just if you'd waited,

I could've helped you.

And you never took a tripod,

so it'll just be a blur.

You won't see your cousin at all.

- We wanted it to be a surprise.

Next time, ask.

You understand?

There was something.

And look of all this mess.

Why didn't you tidy up

before you took it?

- Frances!

They're there on the plate.

I can see them. They're really there.

Yes!

- What's the matter with you?

- Yes! Yes! Yes!

Have you gone crazy?

- Yes! Yes! Yes!

What the...?

Ask any child who it is that

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