(This continues what began last Monday. Christopher stands between two enchantresses, each asking him to judge between their hearts/apples. Oriana from Fairest is currently answering his questions about hers.)
Christopher: Did you succeed in tricking her?
Oriana: Yes and no. She saw right through my disguise when I offered the apple to her. She didn’t see through my lies, though. She believed my apple was a peace offering. Or maybe she just wished to believe it was. She took a bite from it and fell into an enchanted sleep, a sleep I could not waken her from. (She glances down at the apple in her hand.) I haven’t offered this to anyone since.
Iama: I confess I’m no longer certain my apple is the superior one.
Christopher: You said you cast yours away because it troubled you?
Iama: My heart, not this apple. I hurled it through my magic mirror. You see, I have one myself, only I’m not limited to just one magic mirror. I have an entire hall of them.
Oriana: (She sniffs) That’s because you’re wealthy, not because of any particular power of enchantment.
Iama: I’m wealthy because of a particular power of enchantment! All I touch turns to gold!
Christopher: I can see how that would make you wealthy. And lonely.
Iama: I tired of my own loneliness. I wished to no longer be troubled by it. I hurled my heart through one of the mirrors into a forest waiting beyond.
Oriana: Your mirrors can transport objects from one location to another? (She sounds impressed.)
Iama: Some of my mirrors can. They’re not all the same. (She turns back to Christopher.) I forgot my heart. I didn’t even know what became of it until the little princess appeared, offering me a golden apple.
Oriana: Little princess? Was this your Nathalie?
Iama: No, it was her younger sister, Grace. She offered me the apple, she and that teddy bear with her. I refused.
Iama: The very sight of it sickened me. I didn’t want my heart back. Grace gave it to Nathalie. Once she did, the curse of my golden touch disappeared from all my victims.
Iama: I think I was just lonely. I wanted the right person to have my heart. I didn’t really care about keeping my other victims prisoner, not even Nathalie. Instead Nathalie kept me.
Oriana: That’s quite…romantic. (Her eyes shine with unshed tears.) Now I’m no longer certain if my apple is the superior one.
Iama: How so? I’ve just admitted what a pathetic, fragile thing my heart is, even if it’s made of gold. A needy organ, craving to be held by the right hands.
Oriana: And it succeeded in its goal. While mine remains poisonous, jealous, and rejected.
Iama: Therefore whose is superior? (Both women look at Christopher.)
Christopher: (He shakes his head.) It sounds like you’ve answered that question yourselves.
Iama: What sort of judgment is this?
To be continued next Monday…)