I have been reading the new fairytale, The Ickabog that J.K. Rowling has been publishing online. If you don’t know what I am talking about, read this article. I shared information and views about the first 3 chapters in my previous post which you can check out here. Now it is time to talk about the next three chapters in the book.
Here is my take of the story:
Mrs. Dovetail was buried in the graveyard in the City-Within-The-City. This was the graveyard where generations of royal servants lay. The king did not go to attend the funeral and sent a wreath instead. Daisy and Mr. Dovetail were both very sad and knew that things would never go back to being the way it was for them. A week after the funeral, the king rode out of the palace with the Royal Guard to go hunting and crossed the house in which the Dovetails lived. It had black drapes at the windows and the front door and no one came out to greet him. Every time the king rode out after that, he couldn’t help but fix his eyes on the Dovetail residence. The house bothered him a lot and he decided to do something about it. He called in his Chief Advisor and asked him to shift the Dovetails into another house. To a place where he could no longer see them.
Months after Mrs. Dovetail’s shocking death, the king’s servants were divided into two groups. The first group whispered that King Fred had been to blame for the way she’d died. The second preferred to believe there’d been some kind of mistake, and that the king couldn’t have known how ill Mrs. Dovetail was before giving the order that she must finish his suit.
The Dovetails’ new cottage was a gloomy place near the graveyard. Daisy’s bedroom window gave her a clear view of her mother’s grave, through a gap between dark branches. Daisy liked helping her father in his carpenter’s workshop. She had always been happiest in overalls. She was the kind of person who didn’t mind getting dirty and she wasn’t very interested in clothes. Yet in the days following the funeral, she wore a different dress every day to take a fresh posy to her mother’s grave. Other people seemed to have forgotten what had happened or had got used to the idea of her mother being gone, but Daisy never forgot.
There was a courtyard behind the palace where the children of the palace servants were allowed to play. One day, shortly after Bert and Daisy’s seventh birthdays, when everyone was playing as usual, the daughter of the new Head Seamstress, who was wearing a beautiful dress of rose-pink brocade, said: ‘Oh, I do hope the king waves at us today!’ ‘Well, I don’t,’ said Daisy, louder than she had intended. The children all gasped and turned to look at her. Daisy felt hot and cold at once, seeing them all glaring.
An argument erupted between Bert and Daisy regarding the king. ‘If he hadn’t worked my mother so hard, she’d still be alive,’ said Daisy. She further went on to call the king, “selfish, vain, and cruel.” All of this was witnessed by Lord Spittleworth. And he knew exactly what he would do with such information.
That’s it for today. You can check out the previous articles by clicking on the links above. The next three chapters of the story will be covered by me really soon.