ACT II: Christmas Night The nutcracker stood up from where he had fallen, dusted himself off, and bowed woodenly. “Miss Morland,” he said when he arose, “I am in your debt.” Catherine bobbed a curtsey as her mother had taught her. “Nonsense, good sir. Anyone would have done the same. And it was you who rescued me first,” she added with another bob. The nutcracker continued to dust himself off and with each swipe he seemed to grow taller, less crafted, and more human until he was as nearly tall as Catherine. “Oh!” she exclaimed needlessly. “How big you have grown!” “Have I?” he asked skeptically. “You are still taller than me.” He then swiped at his sleeves twice more and was then the same height as Catherine. “Please stop growing, Mr. Nutcracker. If you keep on, you will soon be too big for the house and will have to move to the stables.” She couldn't even imagine how to explain this to her parents. “Mr. Nutcracker,” he repeated with a look of distaste. “You must call me Henry, I insist.” “Did Mr. and Mrs. Drossel-Allen make you out of magic, Henry?” she was unable to prevent herself from asking. She had long suspected the couple of having some touch of witchcraft about them but had never dared to pose the question to anyone who might answer knowledgeably. “My mother and my father made me,” he replied. “The Drossel-Allens merely rescued me from an unfortunate situation, but I should very much like to return home now.” This response inspired more questions than Catherine could ask before tripping over her own tongue. She wanted to know how Henry had ended up with the Drossel-Allens, what was his unfortunate situation, who were his parents, what had he been before becoming a nutcracker, and where was his home. Henry sought to satisfy the spirit of her inquiry even though neither could repeat exactly what Catherine had said: “My home is a palace in the center of an enchanted pine forest. My sister Eleanor stays there to look after it while I am away. It has been a long time since I have seen either my home or my sister.” “It sounds very wonderful,” said Catherine, hoping for more details. “It is the most wonderful place in the world!” Henry agreed. “Would you like to see it? Would you like to meet my sister? If we leave now, Miss Morland, I promise I can have you home again before your family misses you.” The offer was so enticing that there was no way for her to refuse. “In that case, Henry, sir, you must call me Catherine,” she said with another curtsey. He bowed in response and held out his uninjured arm for her to take. She took it and felt for a moment incorporeal. As they walked -- Catherine was still wearing only one slipper -- they crossed vast distances without a single obstacle, arriving at the edge of a forest in 20 paces. One more step brought them to a frost-coated castle. Henry called up in greeting and the guards who recognized him quickly threw open the doors in welcome. There was much rejoicing now that the lost prince had finally returned. Catherine was jostled from all sides as people sought to see and touch their missing master. Henry held tight to her, however, and they were not separated until they reached the throne room where the courtiers lined up respectfully on the left and right, leaving the couple unmolested. At the far end of the throne room was a dais upon which were two chairs and a table between them. In one of the chairs sat the most beautiful girl that Catherine had ever seen. Surely this was Henry's sister as he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen and some things -- like beauty -- ran in the family. Henry's sister stood up. Catherine half expected her to race down the carpet and hug her brother in joy at their reunion, but a blast of trumpets sounded and Henry regally escorted Catherine to the front of the hall, courtiers bowing as they passed. When they reached the dais, Henry bowed formally, as befitting the court, and introduced Catherine to his sister, Eleanor, Princess of the Winter Court. Catherine gave her best curtsey yet. When she rose, Henry told Eleanor that Catherine was a mighty warrior and had defeated the mouse king while armed with naught but a shoe. The assembled crowd as a whole exclaimed over this feat of strength and Eleanor looked at her with wonder. “It has been long -- too long -- since my brother was home. His return is cause enough for celebration. But to hear that he has brought a champion with him… we must have music and feasting!” She clapped her hands and music filled the air from an unknown source. With a flurry of servants, the thrones were replaced with a sofa large enough to accommodate the three of them, so quickly that Catherine could barely believe her eyes. Eleanor led Catherine to her seat and one servant handed her a mug of chocolate while another servant settled a blanket across her lap. The floor immediately before the dais was cleared to make room for a troupe of colorful acrobats. The acrobats were followed by jugglers, who were succeeded by fire eaters, who gave way to dancers and puppeteers. Throughout the amusements, Eleanor and Henry kept leaning into Catherine to share their laughter and observations. Servants presented a constant stream of small plates holding previously unknown treats and a rotating set of cups filled with all manner of teas and drinking chocolates and spiced ciders. The sights and sounds and tastes, the splendor and magnificence, the warmth and friendliness, it all overwhelmed Catherine’s senses until they could hold no more. Against all the wishes of her heart, her eyes grew heavy and her head began to droop and loll to the side. Before she could fall fully asleep, a man approached the dais, causing Henry and Eleanor to shift beside her. The cavalier bowed low with a grand sweep of his arm and a hush fell upon the assembly. As he straightened, Catherine could see that his clothes were rather plain compared to the gold and embroidery that embellished most of the clothing worn by everyone in attendance; even the servants had a flash of silver gilding on their buttons. However, what he lacked in wearable wealth he made up for in inherent dignity. He greeted Henry and Eleanor by name and politely referred to Catherine as “Champion,” then bowed once more and asked Eleanor to dance. There was a murmur at that, as if the request itself was a scandal waiting to come true, but Eleanor merely smiled the most beautiful smile that Catherine had ever seen and took his offered hand. The musicians, wherever they were, were highly skilled and indefatigable, but now they played slowly and serenely as Eleanor danced with this stranger. They made a charming couple and Catherine was not the only one who sighed as she looked on. When the music ended with a flourish and Eleanor spun in one last swirl of her skirts, the cavalier escorted Eleanor back to her seat on the dais. In one more act of chivalry he bowed over her hand and kissed it. Eleanor melted into her place on the sofa while the man returned to the anonymity of the crowd. “Who was that?” Catherine whispered to Eleanor when a gaggle of trained geese began to perform tricks. “A young man in an unfortunate situation,” the princess sighed dreamily. The phrase reminded Catherine of something she had heard before. “Henry, you must tell me of how you ended up as a nutcracker with the Drossel-Allens!” “Must I?” The question caught him off guard. “Yes, I can see why you would be curious but Eleanor has distracted me. We must blame her if I have failed to tell you the story.” Eleanor tsked at Catherine’s other side. “Your promises are your own responsibility, Henry,” she admonished. “And besides, no one told me that you owed Catherine a story. I cannot be held at fault.” “May you tell me the story now?” Catherine pleaded. She had to agree that Eleanor’s logic was unassailable. Henry considered it but Eleanor spoke before he could reply: “Do not burden our guest with family drama. It is far less entertaining than whatever else we might offer. Surely Catherine would much rather see the sunrise from the Palace of the Winter Court?” “Sunrise?” Catherine repeated with a furrowed brow. Henry has also promised to have her home before her family missed her which would be at sunrise if not before. “Sunrise, when seen from the Winter Court, carries with it the certainty stronger than a mere promise that you will return to the castle,” Henry told her. “It is a highly desired favor to witness the sun rise with my sister. Would you like to see it?” “But my family…” Catherine protested weakly. “I will take you back before they miss you,” Henry assured her while Eleanor discreetly ordered the servants to open the Eastern shutters. The shutters were opened and folded away. Entertainers and courtiers shifted their places so that Catherine could sit in her cozy space between the prince and princess and look upon the enchanted pine forest. The night sky was beginning to pale, fading from black to deep blue to lighter still until the tops of the trees were clearly outlined against the coming of a new day. “Watch for the sun. You must catch the exact moment that it rises above the forest for the magic to work,” Eleanor told her quietly and calmly. The music became more sedate than ever before. Catherine watched and waited as the distant sky grew lighter. She blinked once, twice against the increasing brightness, and then her eyes held themselves shut for a moment too long and she felt herself slip into weightlessness. With a jerk, she forced her eyes open. The sun was up, it was morning, and she was in her own bed.https://dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131788,131788#msg-131788Sat, 30 May 2026 12:54:02 +0100 Phorum 5.2.22 https://dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131788,131788#msg-131788 https://dwiggie.com/phorum/read.php?5,131788,131788#msg-131788ACT II: Christmas Night

The nutcracker stood up from where he had fallen, dusted himself off, and bowed woodenly. “Miss Morland,” he said when he arose, “I am in your debt.”

Catherine bobbed a curtsey as her mother had taught her. “Nonsense, good sir. Anyone would have done the same. And it was you who rescued me first,” she added with another bob.

The nutcracker continued to dust himself off and with each swipe he seemed to grow taller, less crafted, and more human until he was as nearly tall as Catherine.

“Oh!” she exclaimed needlessly. “How big you have grown!”

“Have I?” he asked skeptically. “You are still taller than me.” He then swiped at his sleeves twice more and was then the same height as Catherine.

“Please stop growing, Mr. Nutcracker. If you keep on, you will soon be too big for the house and will have to move to the stables.” She couldn't even imagine how to explain this to her parents.

“Mr. Nutcracker,” he repeated with a look of distaste. “You must call me Henry, I insist.”

“Did Mr. and Mrs. Drossel-Allen make you out of magic, Henry?” she was unable to prevent herself from asking. She had long suspected the couple of having some touch of witchcraft about them but had never dared to pose the question to anyone who might answer knowledgeably.

“My mother and my father made me,” he replied. “The Drossel-Allens merely rescued me from an unfortunate situation, but I should very much like to return home now.”

This response inspired more questions than Catherine could ask before tripping over her own tongue. She wanted to know how Henry had ended up with the Drossel-Allens, what was his unfortunate situation, who were his parents, what had he been before becoming a nutcracker, and where was his home. Henry sought to satisfy the spirit of her inquiry even though neither could repeat exactly what Catherine had said:

“My home is a palace in the center of an enchanted pine forest. My sister Eleanor stays there to look after it while I am away. It has been a long time since I have seen either my home or my sister.”

“It sounds very wonderful,” said Catherine, hoping for more details.

“It is the most wonderful place in the world!” Henry agreed. “Would you like to see it? Would you like to meet my sister? If we leave now, Miss Morland, I promise I can have you home again before your family misses you.”

The offer was so enticing that there was no way for her to refuse. “In that case, Henry, sir, you must call me Catherine,” she said with another curtsey.

He bowed in response and held out his uninjured arm for her to take. She took it and felt for a moment incorporeal. As they walked -- Catherine was still wearing only one slipper -- they crossed vast distances without a single obstacle, arriving at the edge of a forest in 20 paces. One more step brought them to a frost-coated castle. Henry called up in greeting and the guards who recognized him quickly threw open the doors in welcome.

There was much rejoicing now that the lost prince had finally returned. Catherine was jostled from all sides as people sought to see and touch their missing master. Henry held tight to her, however, and they were not separated until they reached the throne room where the courtiers lined up respectfully on the left and right, leaving the couple unmolested.

At the far end of the throne room was a dais upon which were two chairs and a table between them. In one of the chairs sat the most beautiful girl that Catherine had ever seen. Surely this was Henry's sister as he was the most handsome boy she had ever seen and some things -- like beauty -- ran in the family.

Henry's sister stood up. Catherine half expected her to race down the carpet and hug her brother in joy at their reunion, but a blast of trumpets sounded and Henry regally escorted Catherine to the front of the hall, courtiers bowing as they passed.

When they reached the dais, Henry bowed formally, as befitting the court, and introduced Catherine to his sister, Eleanor, Princess of the Winter Court.

Catherine gave her best curtsey yet. When she rose, Henry told Eleanor that Catherine was a mighty warrior and had defeated the mouse king while armed with naught but a shoe. The assembled crowd as a whole exclaimed over this feat of strength and Eleanor looked at her with wonder.

“It has been long -- too long -- since my brother was home. His return is cause enough for celebration. But to hear that he has brought a champion with him… we must have music and feasting!”

She clapped her hands and music filled the air from an unknown source. With a flurry of servants, the thrones were replaced with a sofa large enough to accommodate the three of them, so quickly that Catherine could barely believe her eyes. Eleanor led Catherine to her seat and one servant handed her a mug of chocolate while another servant settled a blanket across her lap. The floor immediately before the dais was cleared to make room for a troupe of colorful acrobats.

The acrobats were followed by jugglers, who were succeeded by fire eaters, who gave way to dancers and puppeteers. Throughout the amusements, Eleanor and Henry kept leaning into Catherine to share their laughter and observations. Servants presented a constant stream of small plates holding previously unknown treats and a rotating set of cups filled with all manner of teas and drinking chocolates and spiced ciders.

The sights and sounds and tastes, the splendor and magnificence, the warmth and friendliness, it all overwhelmed Catherine’s senses until they could hold no more. Against all the wishes of her heart, her eyes grew heavy and her head began to droop and loll to the side.

Before she could fall fully asleep, a man approached the dais, causing Henry and Eleanor to shift beside her. The cavalier bowed low with a grand sweep of his arm and a hush fell upon the assembly. As he straightened, Catherine could see that his clothes were rather plain compared to the gold and embroidery that embellished most of the clothing worn by everyone in attendance; even the servants had a flash of silver gilding on their buttons. However, what he lacked in wearable wealth he made up for in inherent dignity. He greeted Henry and Eleanor by name and politely referred to Catherine as “Champion,” then bowed once more and asked Eleanor to dance.

There was a murmur at that, as if the request itself was a scandal waiting to come true, but Eleanor merely smiled the most beautiful smile that Catherine had ever seen and took his offered hand.

The musicians, wherever they were, were highly skilled and indefatigable, but now they played slowly and serenely as Eleanor danced with this stranger. They made a charming couple and Catherine was not the only one who sighed as she looked on.

When the music ended with a flourish and Eleanor spun in one last swirl of her skirts, the cavalier escorted Eleanor back to her seat on the dais. In one more act of chivalry he bowed over her hand and kissed it. Eleanor melted into her place on the sofa while the man returned to the anonymity of the crowd.

“Who was that?” Catherine whispered to Eleanor when a gaggle of trained geese began to perform tricks.

“A young man in an unfortunate situation,” the princess sighed dreamily.

The phrase reminded Catherine of something she had heard before. “Henry, you must tell me of how you ended up as a nutcracker with the Drossel-Allens!”

“Must I?” The question caught him off guard. “Yes, I can see why you would be curious but Eleanor has distracted me. We must blame her if I have failed to tell you the story.”

Eleanor tsked at Catherine’s other side. “Your promises are your own responsibility, Henry,” she admonished. “And besides, no one told me that you owed Catherine a story. I cannot be held at fault.”

“May you tell me the story now?” Catherine pleaded. She had to agree that Eleanor’s logic was unassailable.

Henry considered it but Eleanor spoke before he could reply:

“Do not burden our guest with family drama. It is far less entertaining than whatever else we might offer. Surely Catherine would much rather see the sunrise from the Palace of the Winter Court?”

“Sunrise?” Catherine repeated with a furrowed brow. Henry has also promised to have her home before her family missed her which would be at sunrise if not before.

“Sunrise, when seen from the Winter Court, carries with it the certainty stronger than a mere promise that you will return to the castle,” Henry told her. “It is a highly desired favor to witness the sun rise with my sister. Would you like to see it?”

“But my family…” Catherine protested weakly.

“I will take you back before they miss you,” Henry assured her while Eleanor discreetly ordered the servants to open the Eastern shutters.

The shutters were opened and folded away. Entertainers and courtiers shifted their places so that Catherine could sit in her cozy space between the prince and princess and look upon the enchanted pine forest. The night sky was beginning to pale, fading from black to deep blue to lighter still until the tops of the trees were clearly outlined against the coming of a new day.

“Watch for the sun. You must catch the exact moment that it rises above the forest for the magic to work,” Eleanor told her quietly and calmly. The music became more sedate than ever before.

Catherine watched and waited as the distant sky grew lighter. She blinked once, twice against the increasing brightness, and then her eyes held themselves shut for a moment too long and she felt herself slip into weightlessness. With a jerk, she forced her eyes open.

The sun was up, it was morning, and she was in her own bed.]]> NN S Derbyshire Writers' GuildMon, 08 Dec 2025 19:09:43 +0000