I felt the touch of tiny fingers on my right hand and looked down. A small pixie about two feet tall had reached up to grab my little finger. She had golden hair and was clothed with a pink dress and pointed yellow shoes. From her back sprouted a double set of wings like a dragonfly.
"Oh, what a darling little fairy," Sarah remarked.
"The little fairy smiled and bowed. "Follow me," she said as she led us to an old wooden ladder that extended up through a hole in the ceiling. The little fairy fluttered up. Sarah looked at the ladder dubiously but began to climb. I was last and had a good view, but I had earned it with my marriage vows. The loft was amazingly spacious. A large bed covered by a mountain style quilt stood in the corner. The floor was covered with plush, beige carpet. On the wall was a Civil War era sword. "Your sword," the little fairy said. "It was forged long ago by dwarves under the mountains; it's a magic sword with the name of Marvin's Bane." The name reminded me of a fantasy trilogy I had read long ago. I reached for the sword, hefted it, and swung it back and forth.
"It has a good feel to it," I said, "thank you."
"You don't understand," the little fairy said with a laugh. "That is Sarah's sword."
"But don't the heroes in fantasy stories always have magic swords?" I sputtered.
"Not in this one, they don't. Enchanters use magic, not swords," she said.
"But Sarah is an enchantress; Ebon said so." But then I focused on the longbow and quiver of arrows. "Ah, I will be an archer then."
"No, that's Sarah's too."
Glancing at the next item, a mace, I said, "I suppose that's Sarah's too."
"Hey, you're beginning to catch on. But we do have something for you on the table."
Glancing over at the table I saw one of those ridiculous enchanter's hats, and said, "No way am I wearing one of those stupid hats, non, nein, nyet, nunca, fat chance, and that's final!"
The little fairy looked at me and said, "My aren't we touchy today. But you must wear the enchanter's insignia. That's why you have no weapons. In a fair fight nobody with a weapon will attack an enchanter; enchanters only fight with other enchanters or by magic with magical creatures. If you don't wear that hat, they won't be able to recognize you."
"What if the fight isn't fair?"
"The combatants are supposed to decide ahead of time if the battle will be fair or unfair."
"What if they cheat?"
"C'est la vie. The rule doesn't apply in love or war where of course all is fair."
I wondered to myself what other categories remained. Then I had an idea. "Why not transfer the star and moon symbols to the broad band of my cowboy hat?" I said as I laid it on the table.
The little fairy looked at me dubiously for a moment and then pulled out a wand from somewhere on her person. A circlet of stars orbited around the tip. With a flourish she swung the wand from the cone of the enchanter's hat to mine. Momentarily a multitude of yellow stars flashed, and then the enchanters' symbols appeared on the band of my hat. Satisfied, I picked up the cowboy hat and plopped it on my head.
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