Purple Dress, The
1. The Purple Dress
In this dress will I draw every eye as I take the colour of death and wear it, flaunting, to a celebration. Here will I set a fashion. They name purple as the colour of deepest mourning, but we will break with all those old shibboleths. The old ones count their gold and draw up the plans for their graves – ‘Higher, bigger!’ they order - and debate with what jewels they shall glorify those graves. Let them. We laugh at death and mock their old customs. Tonight I dance in purple for I will not fear death: let the gods know that I defy them.
Nurse still clucks around and I throw the dress at her. I watch her hang it up; laughing at the censorious looks she casts at it. She saves every coin we give her so she may have a glorious grave, and toils up to the temple on her days off with a young hen or rabbit to be sacrificed – fool! It has not kept her from decay. I remember her when I was but a babe and she was still smooth-skinned, plump and dark-haired. Now she is old and creaks around on thin shanks, her hands mottled and creased, her hair dulled to grey. Death drags her closer.
I do not fear death: I will not face it. Nine and thirty days ago did Father sail with our mighty king to the Forbidden Lands. There they will demand and take our right – the everlasting life of the Deathless. None can withstand Ar-Pharazôn, for he is the King of Kings. Soon they will return, triumphant and joyful. Númenor will ring once more with trumpets and I will dance for Father in my purple dress.
The light grows dim – another of these stupid storms that rattle and roar around us almost endlessly. I call for candles and wake Nurse, who dozes, witless, by the fire. Bring me my scent box, my powder, my jewels, the feathers for my hair, I tell her. In front of the glass I slip into my purple dress and curtsey to my reflection. Tonight will I dance in deepest mourning.
*This is part 1 of a planned entry in the Three Colour Trilogy challenge. Nrink mentioned that someone might like to set one story in the Silm, one in TH and one in LOTR – and I decided to take her up on that. I also decided to give myself some other rules. Each story has to be 500 words exactly and each will be written in a different POV.
*Thanks to Nrink for her help.
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