Juliet Dark - The Angel Stone

Do you believe in fairy tales, Professor McFay?

I turned to the young man who had asked the question, searching his bland and innocent face for traces of sarcasm or derision. Id just finished going over the syllabus for my Introduction to Fairy Tales class and had asked the class to write a short essay on their favorite childhood fairy tale. When I asked if there were any questions, Id gotten the usual: How long does it have to be? Can I use the personal pronoun? (Who, I always wondered, had ever told them not to?) and Can I borrow a pen? I wasnt expecting an inquiry on my personal beliefs on the existence of fairies, though the young man looked harmless enough. Like so many of the new freshman class, he was tall, blond, and athletically fit in his snug Alpha Delta Chi T-shirt. He had the face of an angelbut that, I had learned recently, wasnt necessarily a good sign.

I looked down at my roster to remind myself of the students name. Good question, Mr. Sinclair. What I believe is that fairy tales are culturally important, provide an essential outlet for a childs imagination, and by studying them we gain a critical understanding of Western literature. I believe very much in the value of fairy tales.

But do you believe that the things that happen in fairy tales really can happen? he persisted. That pumpkins turn into carriages and frogs turn into princes? Do you believe in fairies?

The kid was definitely a plant. What eighteen-year-old would ask that question with a straight face? Of course, it would be easiest just to say that I didnt believe in fairies, but somehow I couldnt. Id feel as if I were killing Tinker Bell.

I believe, Mr. Sinclair, that if I spend any more time on your question Ill be shortchanging the class of their thirty-five minutes allotted by the English department to complete the diagnostic essay, I said. Why dont we put your question off to another day?

Adam Sinclair merely smiled and shrugged, then picked up his pen and began to write, as did the twenty-three other young people in the class. I breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the extra copies of the syllabus Id handed out. As I shuffled the papers, I noticed that my hands were shaking. Sinclairs question had disturbed me; maybe it was a mistake to teach this class. Id thought at first it was a tamer choice than my usual Sex Lives of Demon Lovers or Kick-Ass Vampire Slayers classes, but I was beginning to wonder if teaching a class on fairy tales at the new Fairwick College wasnt akin to running up a red flag.

I retreated behind the podium and made myself look busy. Usually I wrote along with my students to model the assignment, but when I picked up my pen and asked myself what my favorite fairy tale was, I nearly laughed out loud. Then I started to scribble furiously.

There once was a young woman who came to a town where fairies and witches lived together. She moved into an old house covered with honeysuckle vines. The house was inhabited by a prince who had been turned into a demon by the Fairy Queen; he was cursed to a demon fate until someone loved him. The woman almost fell in love with him, but when she realized he was a demon, she sent him away. He returned in disguise, and, although she didnt recognize him, she fell in love with him at the exact moment he was slain by an evil monster.

A drop splatted on my paper, smearing the ink. I quickly wiped the tear away and glanced up, hoping no one had noticed. Most of my students were hard at work, their heads bent over their blue booksall except for Nicky Ballard, who was watching me with concern. I smiled at Nicky and mouthed, Allergies.

I looked back down at my paper and reread what I had written. What a sad fairy tale, I thought. The heroine fails twiceshouldnt she get a third chance? But there wasnt going to be another chance. I crumpled up the paper and tossed it in the garbage can.

Times up, I said, then checked the clock and saw there were ten minutes left to the class. Crap. The last thing I felt like doing right now was leading a discussion. Adam Sinclair might start in again, asking if I believed in fairies. Would anyone like to read their essay aloud? I asked, without much hope of getting a volunteer. But then Nicky Ballardbless herraised her hand.

I called on the raven-haired sophomore and she began to read.

The story I loved when I was little was called Tam Lin

I almost stopped her. Although it had been my favorite fairy tale when I was a child, it was the last story I wanted to hear right now. My parents had often told it to me, and after they died, I imagined a fairytale prince had come to tell me the story. Except it turned out he wasnt really imaginary.

I love Tam Lin, Nicky continued, because the heroine, Jennet Carter, doesnt listen to what other people tell her. Everyone tells her not to go to the Greenwood, an enchanted forest filled with boggles and haunts, but she goes because the ruins of her familys castle, Carterhaugh, are there, and shes determined to reclaim it.

Ah, I thought, no wonder Nicky liked this story. The Ballards had once been rich and powerful but had fallen on hard times. In fact, they had been cursed. Generations of Ballard women had squandered their beauty and intelligence on alcohol, drugs, and teenage pregnancies. Nicky would have gone down the same road, but Id discovered last spring that it was my family who had cursed hers. I was able to lift the curse, but Nicky still lived in a decaying mansion with her ailing grandmother and alcoholic mother. No doubt she dreamed of reclaiming her familys honor as Jennet Carter did.

So she goes through the enchanted Greenwood to Carterhaugh and meets Tam Lin, a handsome young man, who tells her he was kidnapped by the Fairy Queen seven years ago and tonight, on Halloween, the fairies are going to pay their tithe to hell by sacrificing him. Then he tells her how she can save him.

At least Jennet received clear instructions, I thought enviously. But then, Jennet didnt waste time worrying about whether or not she really loved Tam Lin. Not like some people I knew

She goes to the crossroads at midnight and waits for the fairy host. They ride by on horses decked out in gold and silver, with goblins and bogeys leering and shrieking, but Jennet doesnt run. She stands fast until she sees Tam Lin, wearing only one glove

Like Michael Jackson, someone sniggered. Nicky glared at the interruption but kept on going. Good girl, I thought. Shed grown up a lot during her summer abroad.

and one hand bare, the sign hed told Jennet to watch for. She pulled him down from his horse and he immediately turned into a fierce lion, but Jennet wouldnt let him go. Hed told her the Fairy Queen would make him change shape. Next he turned into a writhing snake

Oooh a girl began, but Nicky and I both glared her into silence.

Still Jennet held fast to her Tam Lin. Next he became a burning brand, but Jennet didnt let go. When he was again Tam Lin, she wrapped him in her green mantle. The Fairy Queen was really pissed.

A few students laughed, but I didnt check them. They were with Nicky now. Even though it was time to go, they werent collecting their books or texting on their phones. The story had caught their attention.

If I had known you would leave me for a human girl, the Fairy Queen said, I would have plucked out your eyes and heart and replaced them with eyes and heart of wood. But Jennet held fast to Tam Lin, and there was nothing the Fairy Queen could do. She rode away to fairyland, and Jennet and Tam Lin married and lived in Carterhaugh in the enchanted Greenwood. I like this story because its the girl who saves the boy and also Nicky paused, swallowed, and looked up at me. Because it shows that sometimes you have to believe in someone even if they look like a monster. Because people can change.