“... Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way to the castle beyond the Goblin city to take back the child you have stolen.” Daphne threw down the play in disgust. Forget the screaming baby, choose the Goblin King, she thought. That's what she would have done, but she knew Sarah didn't.
amateur dramatics society was performing The Labyrinth and Daphne as
Sarah was word perfect, but she argued the script should be updated,
they should end the story differently. Give it the ending all teenage
and grown up girls wanted: to stay with the Goblin King in his
castle. Her will was strong, but in each rehearsal the director
refused to discuss it. And it didn't help that the boy cast as the
King was wimpy. If that had been the case in the film, she too would
have saved her infant brother.
eldest daughter of a baker with 15 younger siblings, the 'noisy
brats' as she called them, she wanted to run, but with nowhere to go,
she plastered her bedroom walls with posters of the Goblin King and
spoke to him hoping that he'd hear her.
evening after a busy day helping in the bakery and caring for her
siblings, Daphne flung herself on her bed and sobbing said “Goblin
King! Goblin King! Wherever you may be, use your power over me!”
was frantic tapping at the window. Had he come? There were shrieks of
laughter and the angry voice of her mother, “Climb down this
minute!” Three of her brothers were in the apple tree outside her
and Jareth sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” They chorused before
scrambling down hurriedly.
have no privacy!” Daphne shouted, “I wish the Goblin King would
come and turn the world upside down! Right now just for me!” She
fell asleep in her clothes and dreamt of the castle's ball where she
let Jareth seduce her. But when she awoke she was in the same bed and
late for Sunday morning rehearsals.
to the village hall, she passed a blind beggar, dressed in black with
a brimmed hat and white stick. She stopped, turned around and went
back; his strange appearance was vaguely familiar. His hand shook a
tin mug in an appeal for silver. Daphne generously gave a pound from
her jean pocket. Could it be the Goblin King? She continued to stand
in front of him, waiting for him to transform before her. Instead
from the folds of his cloak he drew out two crystal balls, twisting
and turning them in his hand, releasing them like bubbles. Her two
futures floated towards her: one with the blind beggar, but living
without his love and without his great kingdom; the other, an adult
life chained to lazy kids and feckless husbands. As the crystal balls
were carried away, Daphne was bitterly disappointed.
blind beggar spoke, “My kingdom was great, but it's gone. My will
was once strong, but love destroyed it. A shabby, blind beggar
doesn't have to live up to a young girl's expectations. Wish again
and I'll fulfil it.”
didn't want either of those lives he had shown her. She saw The
Labyrinth in her head and knew what she had to ask for, “Then I
choose freedom! I wish to be turned into a creature of the night.
Turn me into a snowy white barn owl!” And as the words left her
lips, it was done. The Goblin King had freed the baker's daughter