A delightful tale of how the King of the Faeries, Oberon, and Puck unite Lady Arabella Gilmartin with the Earl of Everton, Nigel. Puck and Oberon's exploits are priceless and readers will relish their antics in this historical story as Puck manages to enchant the bowl of claret, with all the party members drinking it except the two they are aiming for!
"Now you've gone and done it," Oberon said standing over Nigel, crumpled on the cobblestones. No one could see or hear Oberon or his strange companion. "Is there no finesse in you, Puck? Must you always blunder about like a rampant bull in a glass house?"
"Who, me?" the goat-like, nature spirit squeaked. "I was only trying to make him look up. It was the perfect moment for their eyes to meet—for their hearts to flutter." He gestured absurdly. "These things aren't easy, you know, Oberon, and time is of the essence. 'The poor girl cannot stand another Season with no takers else she put on biggins' you said. You were the one who called me here for drastic measures."
The king of the faeries pulled a face. "Yes, but I didn't want you to kill him! You aren't blundering about in the forest here now. These silly mortal folk are civilized."
"Pish-posh! He is not dead…see? He stirs," Puck said, plucking a nasturtium from Nigel's hair. To all humans gathered there, it was as though the gentle zephyr that had risen whisked the blossom away.
"Here! What are you doing with that?" Oberon said, clearly out of patience now.
"Nasturtium," Puck pronounced. "Very tasty in a salad."
Oberon leaked an unattractive snort and slapped it out of Puck's hand. "Do you think of naught but your stomach?"
"Waste not, want not."
"I am not liking this," Oberon said. "We only have the moon this night to work our magic, a blue moon at that, and the bridegroom groans, but does not wake thanks to you. Not to mention neither one of them has made their wish."
"He will rally. See? His valet collects him."
"And how, pray, will you work your magic on an unconscious man, friend Puck?"
"Easily, sire," Puck replied, with a wink. "I will do what you brought me here to do…what I do best…I will bring him dreams…"