Stardust

A philosopher once asked,

"Are we human

because we gaze at the stars,

"or do we gaze at them

because we are human?"

Pointless, really-

Do the stars gaze back?

Now, that's a question-

But I'm getting ahead of myself-

Our story really begins here,

at the Royal Academy of Science

in London, England,

where a letter arrived,

containing a very strange inquiry-

It had come from a country boy

and the scientist who read it thought it

might be a practical joke of some kind-

But he duly wrote a reply

politely explaining

that the query was nonsense-

And posted it to the boy

who lived in a village called Wall,

so named, the boy had said,

for the wall that ran alongside it-

A wall that, according to local folklore,

hid an extraordinary secret-

I'm charged with guarding the portal

to another world.

And you're asking me

to just Iet you through?

Yes.

Because, Iet's be honest, it's a field.

Look, do you see

another world out there?

No. You see a field.

Do you see anything nonhuman?

No. And you know why?

Because it's a field!

Hundreds of years,

this wall's been here.

Hundreds of years,

this gap's been under 24-hour guard.

-Well...

-One more word,

and I'II have you up

in front of the village council!

-Well, that sounds rather final.

-Yeah.

-Better just go home, then, I suppose.

-Right, then. Night, Dunstan.

Give my best to your father.

Stop!

Stop!

I don't deal with time-wasters.

Get over here and tend this stall.

I'm off to The SIaughtered Prince

for a pint.

See anything you Iike?

Definitely.

I mean, what I meant was these ones,

the blue ones.

How much are they?

They might be the color of your hair.

Or they might be all of your memories

before you were three.

I can check if you Iike.

Anyway, you shouldn't buy the bluebells.

Buy this one instead.

Snowdrop.

It'II bring you Iuck.

But what does that cost?

This one costs a kiss.

Is she gone?

Follow me.

I'm a princess,

tricked into being a witch's slave.

Will you Iiberate me?

It's an enchanted chain.

I'II only be free when she dies.

Sorry.

Well, if I can't Iiberate you,

what do you want of me?

So, the scientist was wrong-

The wall had successfully done its job

of hiding

the magical kingdom of Stormhold-

The young man returned that night

to his home in England,

hoping that his adventure

would soon be forgotten-

But nine months later,

he received an unexpected souvenir-

This was Ieft at the wall for you.

It says here his name is Tristan.

Tristan? Don't forget the flowers.

Yes. I've got them. Thank you, Father.

Eighteen years passed,

and the baby Tristan grew up

knowing nothing

of his unconventional heritage-

But never mind

how the infant became a boy-

This is the story of

how Tristan Thorn becomes a man,

a much greater challenge altogether-

For to achieve it,

he must win the heart

of his one true love-

-It's him!

-It's him!

Humphrey?

Humphrey?

-No, it's Tristan.

-Oh.

Did I Ieave something at the shop?

No. I just thought I could bring...

Tristan Thorn,

shop boy by day, peeping Tom by night.

Is there no end to your charms?

Humphrey,

there's no need to be Iike that.

Be nice to the poor boy.

Were those for Victoria?

You were always useless at fencing

in school, Tristan.

In fact, I'm having trouble remembering

if there was anything you were good at.

Humphrey, that's enough.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, fine.

-Want some breakfast?

-No, I'm really Iate for work.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah. Fine. Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Last night, how'd it go?

Oh, really good. Really, really good.

Hello, Tristan.

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