The Looking Glass Wars

by Frank Beddor

  Unrealistic not to be angry, to never get angry or upset. It’s a matter of degree.

  Alyss’ anger informed her, but it didn’t rule her, although she seemed willing to beat Redd against the walls until the malicious woman died-a rather brutal death had it come to pass, but Redd managed to free herself from the energy-spear that held her, severing it with the pointed end of her scepter and dropping to the floor.

  It was Alyss’ turn to put her aunt on the defensive. She sent deck after deck of razor-cards at Redd. She conjured exploding cannonball spiders, the giant arachnids taking up all her aunt’s attention. The black, hungry roses that Redd sent snaking toward the princess were easily squashed, the orbs and unmanned, airborne blades effortlessly waved off, and the spears of black energy (Alyss was flattered, her aunt borrowing this idea from her) pinned motionless to the air by Alyss’ own white spears with no trouble.

  Both Alyss and Redd may have been strengthened by their proximity to the Heart Crystal, but Alyss could see that she was the stronger of the two. It must have dawned on Redd too because, frustrated and annoyed beyond all measure, she gave up on her fancy imaginings and ran at Alyss with scepter raised.

  They brandished their scepters like swords, two powerful warriors engaged in good old-fashioned

  hand-to-hand combat. The space above and around them glittered and popped and sizzled and smoked with the thunderstorm of their imaginative powers. Then, with the speed of a gwynook’s flapping wing, Alyss hooked the white heart of her scepter in a gnarled crook of Redd’s scepter and yanked the latter to the floor, where she exploded it with a jolt of white hot imaginative energy.

  Do I kill or…but what’s to be done with her if I don’t? She’ll pose a threat as long as she lives. Redd balled her hands into fists, making fleshy clubs of them.

  “I’m stronger than you are, Redd.”

  “You will not defeat me!” Redd screamed.

  Alyss braced herself for another attack, realizing only too late what was happening. She watched with disbelieving eyes as Redd launched herself into the Heart Crystal.

  Krrrrrkkkkchsss! Hissszzzzll! Krrrch! Zzzzssszz!

  The crystal crackled and smoldered. It began to vibrate, to emit a low, steady hum that deepened and grew in volume.

  Cornered by an AD52-armed Dodge, and with only one life remaining to him, The Cat saw which way the imaginative energy was flowing. He hissed, and sprinted for the crystal. Dodge shot a spray of

  razor-cards at him, but the beast was too fast and leaped into the crystal, its violent internal motions causing the entire Mount Isolation fortress to shake ominously, threatening collapse, when-

  The noise stopped. All was still. The Heart Crystal glowed a steady white.

  The faction of Alyssians headed by Generals Doppel and Ganger had converged on the scene and, together with Hatter, Molly, and the others, had defeated The Glass Eyes. All stood dumbstruck in the silence that inevitably follows great and unexpected events. For in the queendom’s long history, no one had ever jumped into the Heart Crystal and no one knew what it augured for the future.

  CHAPTER 55

  G ENERAL DOPPEL was the first to recover himself. He saw Dodge sitting on the floor, panting, covered in blood-his own and The Cat’s. “Call a surgeon!”

  “Not necessary, sir. Oh no. I’m here and I have just the thing.” The walrus-butler stepped over dead Glass Eyes and waddled across the room carrying a kit that contained a glowing rod to clean wounds and stop their bleeding, a sleeve of interconnected NRG nodes and fusing cores, and a spool of

  lab-grown skin with laser cauterizer. The walrus bowed to Alyss, pleased that fate had granted him the occasion. “I welcome your return most heartily, Queen Alyss,” he said.

  That brought Alyss around. No one had ever called her “Queen” before.

  The walrus began ministering to Dodge’s wounds. Expressionless, Dodge stared at the Heart Crystal. Impossible to know what he’s thinking. Has vengeance been served or-

  There came a sudden disturbance at the ballroom’s entrance as the Lord and Lady of Diamonds, the Lord and Lady of Clubs, and the Lord and Lady of Spades pushed their way through the gathered chessmen and hurried up to Alyss with looks of great relief.

  “We heard such a commotion,” said the Lady of Diamonds, “and when it stopped, we came as fast as we could, hardly daring to hope-”

  “Your victory fulfills our deepest hopes for the queendom,” finished the Lord of Spades.

  “Yes,” the Lady of Diamonds went on, “absolutely. It has been horrid-the tyranny we’ve suffered at the hands of that woman!”

  “Redd has kept us hostage, Queen Alyss,” offered the Lady of Clubs. “Is that so?” Alyss said with a doubting look at Bibwit.

  “Well, our bodies weren’t held hostage so much as our minds,” said the Lady of Clubs. “If we didn’t obey Redd as every Wonderlander had to, we would have been sent to the Crystal Mines.”

  “And I’m ashamed to say,” said the Lady of Diamonds, “that we Diamonds, a titled family dating back to the earliest epochs, were treated the most poorly by the former queen.”

  “You?!” guffawed the Lord of Clubs. “My wife and I certainly suffered more than any of your clan, and I

  daresay-”

  “Say nothing but the truth, why don’t you?” interrupted the Lady of Spades. “If anyone can claim the title of the most abused under Redd, I think it is my husband and I.”

  The lords and ladies began talking all at once, arguing about who had been the worst off under Redd’s rule, until Alyss put a finger to her lips-shhh-and they fell silent.

  “As soon as circumstances allow, a tribunal will be established to determine whether you behaved honorably during Redd’s reign or whether you are, in fact, guilty of war crimes,” Alyss said.

  “War crimes?” spluttered the Lady of Spades.

  The white knight and his pawns surrounded the suit families.

  “But the one who is perhaps most guilty is not here,” said Bibwit Harte.

  “You mean this fellow?” It was the rook. All heads turned to see him leading Jack of Diamonds into the room. “I found him holed up in a wardrobe, avoiding all the fun.”

  “Unhand me, you…you chessman!” Jack shook himself free of the rook, straightened his waistcoat with a tug, patted his wig, and bowed to Alyss. “Queen Alyss, I have done nothing but try to serve you to the best of my ability. I risked my life to infiltrate this fortress on your behalf. Long reign White Imagination!”

  The walrus had by this time finished tending to Dodge, who limped up to Jack of Diamonds. Without a word, he removed the key to the Looking Glass Maze from the portly man’s pocket.

  “How’d that get there?” Jack asked falteringly.

  “How could you, Jack?” the Lady of Diamonds gasped. “Shame! Oh, shame!”

  “What deceit from our only son!” the Lord of Diamonds lamented, although he and his wife had both known about Jack’s activities.

  Alyss pointed at Jack’s feet and a building bomb exploded there, erecting a mini-prison around him. In the thrust and parry of battle, Redd’s crown had fallen on the floor. Bibwit picked it up.

  “Walrus, if you please-” “Oh, I do!” said the walrus.

  “-polish this and make it ready for Alyss’ coronation.”

  The tutor then turned to the young queen. There was little he could teach Alyss Heart that life-experience hadn’t already taught her. She was gazing thoughtfully at the Heart Crystal.

  “Alyss?”

  “What will happen? Should we send someone after them?”

  Bibwit considered his answer for a long time before speaking. “Redd as we knew her may no longer exist. But just as when an invention passes into the crystal to inspire imaginations on other worlds, so her spirit will certainly pass down and remain for all time an animating force. Jumping into the crystal has

  made her immortal. As to what forms she may take in the future, I can’t presume to say. But I do fear for the
universe.”

  Alyss said nothing, lost in thought.

  “Now…for the family that nurtured you in that other world.” “Yes?”

  “Something tells me that they are worried about their missing daughter.” Bibwit’s ears twitched mischievously. “Understand that I’m just an extremely learned albino and you needn’t listen to me, but I suggest you conjure an Alice Liddell of genuine flesh and blood and personality. Birth your twin with the fertility of your imagination and send her to live out the life that is no longer yours.”

  “But how? Am I…capable?”

  Bibwit smiled. Perhaps there were things he could still teach Alyss after all. “Look around you,” he said. “Look at what you’ve accomplished. I would have thought you’d learned by now that you’re capable of anything.”

  At his instruction, Alyss placed her hands on the crystal and- Pop! Zzzz!

  – a burst of white light, everyone covered their eyes, and standing at the center of it, locked in a synergic hug with the crystal, Alyss imagined the billions of life-giving particles that made up Alice Liddell-the cells of her blood, the pores of her skin-until somewhere outside Oxford, England, a grown woman leaped from what appeared to be an ordinary puddle, surprising a thirsty goose.

  After weeks of residing in London at Prince Leopold’s expense, the Liddells had arrived back in Oxford. They were sitting down to supper when Alice let herself in the front door. To a background of gasps and exclamations of relief, amazement, joy, and every other positive emotion that Alice’s miraculous return could give rise to, she told of how she had escaped from her captors (a gang of Scottish stevedores looking to blackmail the royal family, she claimed), a feat which she herself pooh-poohed as nothing very astonishing.

  In Alice’s absence, and having convinced himself that he would never see her again, Prince Leopold had fallen in love with another-Princess Helen of Waldeck. Alice proved less upset than her mother by Leopold’s new love. In a matter of years, she would marry a man better suited to her station in life-Reginald Hargreaves, treasurer at her father’s college. Prince Leopold and Princess Helen would wed soon afterwards.

  For as long as they lived, Alice and the prince harbored an affection for each other. And perhaps in memory of their near union, Alice named her firstborn child Leopold, and the prince named his firstborn daughter Alice. All involved lived contentedly ever after, except perhaps Mrs. Liddell, who liked Reginald Hargreaves decently enough, but oh, how splendid it would have been if only Alice had married a prince!

  CHAPTER 56

  T HE DISARRAY of the queendom didn’t lend itself to pomp and circumstance, so Alyss kept her coronation ceremony short and to the point. Her one concession to fanfare was to broadcast the event on the government-sponsored billboards and poster crystals of Wondertropolis. She wanted the populace to understand that they had a new queen. None of the billboards and posters would ever again feature reward offers for Wonderlanders who betrayed followers of White Imagination, or advertisements for Redd’s numerous products and inventions.

  The new queen and her retinue-Dodge, Bibwit, Hatter, Molly, General Doppelganger, the rook, and the knight-retired to Mount Isolation’s Observation Dome after the coronation.

  “What’s that?” Homburg Molly asked, making a face at the big, hairy thing taking up space near a telescopic panel.

  The walrus was waddling around the room, offering goblets of wine from a tray. “Oh yes, that’s the

  Wig-Beast,” he said, “a plaything of Jack of Diamonds. Haven’t you ever seen a Wig-Beast before?” “It’s ugly and I don’t like it,” Molly said.

  The walrus quite agreed. It was ugly.

  In time, a new Heart Palace would stand in place of the old, its garden featuring the grave of Sir Justice Anders as well as memorials to Queen Genevieve, King Nolan, and the numerous brave Alyssians who lost their lives during Redd’s tyrannical rule. But Wonderland’s recovery would require vigilance. Glass Eyes and soldiers from The Cut would have to be hunted down and destroyed. The principles of White Imagination might once again be foremost in the land but, as in Genevieve’s era, problems would remain. Followers of Black Imagination would have to be monitored; members of the population addicted to artificial crystal or imagination stimulants rehabilitated; those thriving by corrupt business practices would comply with more ethical modes of professional conduct or be shut down.

  “Queen Alyss?” “Yes?”

  It was Hatter Madigan. He seemed to have trouble finding his words. “I have given…devoted my life to the protection of you and your mother. I’ve done everything within my power and if ever I didn’t meet the requirements of my duty…”

  “You’ve done more than any queen could reasonably ask.”

  The Milliner bowed in thanks. “And I wish to continue in service, but I have an unorthodox request. I

  would like…to take a temporary leave.”

  Alyss thought of him sitting near the fire that night when she first exercised control over her imaginative power-how he had looked so ordinary without his weapons. He is not consumed by duty after all, has interests and loves outside of it.

  “I had hoped you would rebuild the Millinery,” she said.

  “And I will, my queen. Upon my return to active duty.” He thought to tell her of his reason-the loss of a certain Wonderlander whom he hadn’t yet had a chance to mourn. But words failed him. Sorrow momentarily swelled his tongue.

  “Who will look after me in the meantime?” Alyss asked.

  Hatter focused his gaze on Homburg Molly. “All the protection you need is right there.” Molly beamed, surprised, then tipped her hat.

  “Hatter, if you need time for personal matters, you may certainly have it. Your leave is granted.” “Thank you, Queen Alyss.”

  He excused himself from Alyss’ company, and Molly, almost bouncing with pleasure, followed him across the room. The youngest personal guard to a queen ever! The girl bombarded Hatter with questions as Alyss cast a look at Bibwit Harte and General Doppelganger, who were involved in a debate about the health benefits of squig berry juice. The white knight egged on the tutor while the rook took the general’s side, neither chessman caring about the subject but doing it for the enjoyment of watching the two celebrated Wonderlanders argue. Then Alyss’ eyes fell on Dodge standing alone at a telescopic panel, looking out at the rubble of Heart Palace. She approached him.

  “It will be rebuilt,” she said. Dodge nodded.

  “No one will be forgotten, Dodge. Not Sir Justice, not the lowliest card soldier, no one.” Again, he nodded. “I owe you a thanks.” He patted the AD52 strapped to his thigh.

  “I’m only glad you weren’t too proud to use it.” “I should have used it more.”

  She understood. He had killed The Cat but, in essence, The Cat had escaped. Whether or not Dodge’s confrontation with the beast had been enough to loosen the noose of Black Imagination around his throat, to pluck free the barb of hatred that had given his life purpose for so long, only the future would show. But Alyss hoped he could put his anger behind him. She longed for the boy she once knew to take up the body of the man.

  We might get to know each other again, refresh the love we once had-a love that although we were young was by no means childish. The jabberwock tooth he’d given her…I’ll wear it around my neck to show that I’ve not forgotten and I still care for him, a talisman against his darker urges.

  She turned from Dodge Anders and glimpsed her reflection in a looking glass. She remembered her time in the maze when she stood in this very room and saw, in place of her own reflection, Redd’s face staring back at her from that same glass. But now her image rippled and faded, and there stood Genevieve and Nolan with their arms around each other, smiling with pride. The progress of the queendom, the Alyssians’ victorious coup, whatever successes and failures awaited them in the future-it all began with her, Genevieve and Nolan’s presence seemed to say, the power and wisdom that resided within her, the most powerful queen ever t
o lead Wonderland.

  “It’s all in your head,” Genevieve said.

  “I know,” said Alyss, and despite the traumas of the past, the uncertainty of the future, she wouldn’t have given up this moment for anything. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

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